Suddenly, a womans voice rang out. Neither Chen Jing nor Zhan Yuan had noticed anyone approaching.

  "Chen Jing is my junior fellow apprentice whom I asked to come." The voice was gentle and had a distant mountain light ink feeling.

  Two people turned back at the same time, and saw a woman standing at the entrance of the medicine garden, wearing a gray and white Taoist robe, with her hair tied up in a bun, and a purple ancient wooden hairpin inserted between her black hair. Apart from this, there was not a single ornament on her, making her look extremely simple.

  Chen Jing was shocked in his heart, of course he knew her, she was Ye Qingxue, the senior sister of Qianluo Mountain, and could be said to be the only disciple of the previous sect master, as for Chen Jing, it was just a name without reality.

  "It was actually Ye Shijie who let Chen Shidi come." Zhan Yuans spiritual fire dissipated, and he said to Chen Jing: "Why didnt you say so earlier, haha, take whatever medicine you want yourself." His slightly raised face had a warm smile, as if nothing had happened, changing extremely quickly.

  Chen Jing felt that he and Sun Xuanyang were very similar, or rather, the young masters from large families were all alike - on the surface, they were harmonious and friendly, but inside, they always had their own purposes.

  Chen Jing didnt move or say anything, but Ye Qingxue walked over and said: "Zhan Shidi has been guarding the medicine garden for so long, its hard work. From today on, Ill take over the guard of this spiritual medicine garden."

  Her voice was soft and clean like a mountain spring, but there was no commercial element in it at all.

  "Hmm, Ye Shijie, do you have the Sect Masters token?" Zhang Yuan asked.

  "You can go ask Master Shifus uncle." Yeh Qingxue said.

  Zhan Yuan paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Hehe, since thats the case, Ill take my leave." He finished speaking and actually walked away, even smiling at Chen Jing as he left.

  In the blink of an eye, only Chen Jing and Ye Qingxue were left here. The insects in the grass began to chirp again, and the stars in the sky twinkled and fell.

  "The sword is the most exhausting, many people with exceptional talent are fond of swordsmanship, but ultimately waste their years and exhaust their minds, only to become a mound of yellow earth. You should take care of yourself." Ye Qingxue finished speaking and rose up from the thatched roof, sat cross-legged in mid-air, and surprisingly ignored Chen Jing again.

  For Chen Jing, Ye Qingxue is not only a senior sister but also half a master and a lifesaver.

  "Thank you, Shifu." Chen Jing said: "Shifu, that Zhang Yuan Shixiong...". Chen Jing looked up at Ye Qingxue who was no longer paying attention to him and still hadnt turned around. He had already made preparations in his heart to escape from Qianluo Mountain, and now the spiritual medicine in the medicine garden could be taken freely.

  "You dont have to worry about these things, just focus on mastering the sword technique as soon as possible, this way youll also have the power to protect yourself." Ye Qingxue said calmly with her eyes closed.

  He didnt ask her how she knew he was practicing swordsmanship, as he never spoke much. However, he was also a thoughtful person, and with just a moments thought, he realized that Zhan Yuan had sold out someone else. He wouldnt go ask the sect leader, of course, even if he did, there would be nothing he could do to help Ye Qingxue.

  Many people say that Ye Qingxues magical powers are no longer under the control of the sect, and in the Thousand Luo Sect, Ye Qingxues status is somewhat transcendent, different from that of ordinary disciples.

  In other peoples eyes, he was originally a person of Ye Qingxues lineage, and by controlling Chen Jing, it was also possible to restrain Ye Qingxue. This would be extremely beneficial for them in their future struggle for the position of sect leader. This is also the reason why Zhan Yuan said so much earlier but didnt make a move in the end. Chen Jing knew that if he had spoken up and begged for mercy earlier, he would have been allowed to pick herbs, but from now on, there would be a handle in his hands.

  It can be confirmed that Xuan Yuan must be very satisfied with this result in his heart.

  In this Qian Luo Gate, what Chen Jing saw was indeed only the worldly struggle for power, without a hint of the transcendence of the immortal sect. This is also one of the reasons why he thought of leaving, without any nostalgia.

  In the following month, Chen Jing would go to the medicine garden to collect medicine after nourishing his sword with blood. Various spiritual medicines were available for him to take. Every time he went there, he saw her sitting on top of a thatched cottage practicing breathing exercises, as if she had never left.

  At this time, most people in Qianluomen have gone down the mountain and will not return until after the New Year. Except for the closed-door master, only a few people are still on the mountain, and most of the elders have been taken home by their disciples. Qianluomen is quiet, like the eve of a storm.

  More than twenty days later, Chen Jing was still practicing sword with his blood washed body. He concentrated and quieted his mind to communicate with the sword in his hand. Suddenly, a feeling emerged in his heart that the sword in his hand had changed and was no longer as cold as before. There was a subtle connection between them, which could not be clearly described or explained, but could be clearly felt. The sword body slightly trembled, just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, preparing to fly. Chen Jing knew that this was the sign of spiritual communication.

  Only when the sword can move at will can one begin to practice the art of swordsmanship.

  In a grand mansion in the city of Balin, three hundred miles away from Mount Qianluo, Sun Xuantong sat on a fox-fur chair, holding a painting scroll. The scroll depicted a young scholar, accompanied by a girl sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was wearing a crimson fur coat and slightly pouting her lips as she looked at the painting in Sun Xuantongs hand. She was none other than Sun Xuantongs younger sister, Sun XuanYu.

  "All she said was: Brother, its this guy who wont let you borrow the book. He looks gentle and refined, but hes actually very bold."

  "Others are not just fat and lazy, but also ruthless. He killed three people at once, doing what I wanted to do but never had the chance. You think hes gentle? Thats a misjudgment. Look at his nose bridge, tight nostrils, thick lips, and sharp jawline - its clear that hes a resolute and taciturn person. And yet, there were many guards around the three people he killed, but he still managed to find an opportunity to kill them all off and escape alive. Its evident that hes a deep thinker. If we can utilize him, hell definitely become a valuable asset in the future." Sun Xuantong said calmly as he looked at the painting scroll.

  "Brother wants to take him in, I dont care, no matter what, let me vent my anger first." said Sun Xuanyu, dressed in a red jacket, pointing at the painting and speaking in a coquettish tone.

  "Alright, alright, in two more months, after Ive taken control of the Qianluo Gate and killed that old man, you can have whatever you want." Sun Xuantong said with a seemingly helpless but actually doting tone.

  "Anyway, brother is good to me. Later I will hang him for three days, beat him with 300 lashes, and then let him clean my toilet for three months. Hehe... do you think its good or not, bro..."

  "Alright, whatever..."

  Then Sun Xuanyu asked in a low voice: "Brother, will there be any danger this time?"

  "What danger, all of this is being controlled by the city lord, Im just going to be the sect leader of Qian Luo after the dust settles, dont even know if Qian Luo Sect will still exist at that time." Sun Xuantong said with a tinge of melancholy.

  "Then, will this times city wall make an appearance?" Sun Xuanyu asked excitedly.

  "I dont know," Sun Xuantong said.

  Upon hearing Sun Xuantongs response, Sun Xuantong immediately became worried and said: "Brother, Ive heard that Qian Luo Sects Jiang Liuyun has formidable martial arts skills. Even his senior fellow disciple Dao Chong died at his hands. I think its too dangerous; youd better not go."

  Sun Xuantong patted Sun Xuanyus hand and smiled, saying: "Its okay, this time except for the uncertainty of whether Cheng Huang will appear or not, the four small Cheng Huang under his seat will go, as well as three thousand yin soldiers and ling servants. It should be safe." He paused and said: "Besides, although I cultivate the immortal way, being in Baoling City is just entering the divine domain of Cheng Huang. If I dont listen to him, even if Im not killed by Cheng Huang as an evil spirit, I will be expelled from the city."

  After Sun Xuanyu heard his brother Sun Xuantongs last words, he straightened up, his face showing anger, but immediately quickly disappeared and turned into a sigh of helplessness. He said in a low voice: "Brother, you have to be careful, you always like to show off and walk in the middle or front, its very dangerous."

  "Hehe, I know, I know. In the city of Ba Ling, its not just me who is a cultivator being summoned by the City God. At that time, Ill walk at the back, and after everything has calmed down, Ill go to the front." Sun Xuantong said with a happy smile.

  Sun Xuanyu smiled with the same delight.

  Time flies like an arrow; days lost like a flash of lightning.

  Chen Jingduan sat on the table, with a sword floating and spinning around his body. The speed was not fast, but it was extremely steady, as if there was a hand supporting the hilt. After a while, it fell back into his hand, and he wiped the blade back and forth with his hand, with internal energy emanating from his fingertips, like an invisible clear spring washing the sword body, making it much brighter than before it was washed by fresh blood.

  The sword is now agile and no longer needs to be tempered with blood, just use spiritual energy to nourish it. When you can communicate with divine thought, you have entered the nourishing stage.

  Day after day, the stars outside the scripture hall are extinguished and rise again at dawn.

  In the room, Chen Jingpan sat at a table with his sword spinning around his body in circles that grew larger and larger. If one looked closely, they would discover that the sword was actually trembling slightly, never stopping for a moment. Each tremble was extremely slight, as if it could change direction and shoot out at any time.

  The sound of footsteps echoed, the little servant who delivered food had already arrived at the door. The sword that was floating a few meters away suddenly flashed in mid-air, and all that could be seen was a streak of white light crossing the air. The sword had returned to its scabbard, and Xian Zhen stepped into the doorway with one foot.

  Xian Zhen took a look at the sword scabbard on Chen Jings knee, and he seemed to have just seen a white light flying into it. However, looking at Chen Jing closing his eyes and sitting calmly, he thought he must have been mistaken.

  For over a month, every time he saw Chen Jing, he was sitting here meditating. He had always wanted to ask Chen Jing what kind of skill he was practicing, and finally couldnt help but ask: "Brother, what kind of skill are you practicing?"

  Chen Jing opened his eyes and smiled: "Shixiong is practicing swordsmanship."

  He let out an "oh" and put down the dishes, but he was only in his early teens and didnt really understand what swordsmanship was. He helped Chen Jing arrange the dishes and clean up the bowls and chopsticks from the previous meal, and was about to leave when Chen Jing suddenly furrowed her brow and asked: "Xianzhen, whats wrong with your hand?"

  Xian Zhen lifted his head, smiling: "I was hit by Ming Xing Shixiong." His smile was pure and calm, without a hint of resentment. He didnt even lift his hand for Chen Jing to see, Chen Jing only saw the few bruises on the back of his hand before suddenly asking.

  Listening to Xian Zhens words, Chen Jings eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and he reached out to grab Ming Xins hand, pulling up his sleeve. To his surprise, there were red and purple marks all over his arm, some new, some almost healed. A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he asked in a low voice, "Why did he hit you?"

  "Master Ming Xing said I did something wrong, so I should be punished." Xian Zhens voice was very tender, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her, her eyes shining brightly, untainted by worldly dust.

  Chen Jing felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and thought to himself: "No matter what, a child shouldnt be treated like this. Just look at these new and old wounds, its not just once or twice." He didnt recognize Ming Xing, so he asked right away: "Whose disciple is Ming Xing? What mistake did you say he made?"

  "Ming Xing is a disciple of the masters uncle, and he is in charge of the kitchen." Xian Zhen said.

  "What did he say you did wrong?"

  Xian Zhen bowed his head, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I dont know what mistakes Ive made either. I make mistakes when burning fire, when carrying water, when chopping wood...". When he got to this point, he suddenly raised his head, blinked his eyes and said: "Brother Shifu, am I very stupid?"

  He didnt hear Chen Jings response, because Chen Jing had slowly closed his eyes at this time. He was afraid that Xian Zhen would see the anger in his eyes and be frightened. Xian Zhen wondered why his senior brother suddenly closed his eyes.

  After a while, Chen Jingcai opened his eyes and grabbed Xian Zhens weak but scarred small hand, pointing at the latest few bruises and asked: "These are new wounds again, what is the reason this time?"

  Xian Zhen suddenly scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly: "This is because Ming Xing Shixiong said that I gave too much food to Shixiong."

  Chen Jing remained silent for a long time before speaking in an even lower tone: "Does it hurt?"

  Pain.

  "Will you cry?"

  "I hid under the quilt and cried at night, with no one seeing."

  Xian Zhen leaned back her head and laughed, seemingly extremely pleased with her own cleverness. Her smile was like the wild flowers that bloomed on the roadside in March, swaying gently in the breeze.