The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

Ye Yang's movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was afraid of disturbing Ye Fan who was sleeping soundly.

He stared at Ye Fan's face. The once childish face had gradually revealed a mature outline.

Ye Yang whispered, with a hint of gentle reproach in his voice.

Outside the window, moonlight poured into the room, and the soft glow enveloped the father and son.

The night is quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility.

the next day.

While Ye Fan was still sleeping soundly, Ye Yang packed up his things and continued to make tea and boil water.

Ye Yang's movements were still gentle and skillful. He carefully placed the tea set on the small table by the window, fearing that any noise would disturb his son.

The red flame slowly rose, and the steam on the lid of the pot slowly rose.

There were not many guests today, but after Ye Yang saw the mysterious wolf, he walked in again.

But this time she was not aggressive, nor did she say she wanted to take Ye Fan away. She walked in quietly and sat quietly at a secluded wooden table.

Drink the tea.

Seeing that there was no other action, Ye Yang did not take her to heart.

However, he never expected that during this period of time, the Wolf Queen would come almost every day.

She always sat quietly in the same position, sipping tea quietly, occasionally looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, with an elusive look in her eyes.

Her presence gradually became a normal thing in the teahouse, and other guests seemed to have gotten used to her presence.

And Ye Yang just let him do it.

During the time that Ye Yang was with Ye Fan in the Dayun Dynasty, he did not neglect his cultivation at all.

On the contrary, it is in this ordinary and normal environment that he can calm down, become one with the universe, and feel the beauty of spiritual practice.

Especially in the previous battle with the original Taoist Lu Yu, the opponent's sword-wielding method was truly amazing.

On the basis of the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique and combining it with Space, he created another Void-Breaking Sword Technique, which made Ye Yang feel that he had learned a lot.

In the sword art, there are such realms as sword light differentiation, sword practice into silk, sword heart enlightenment, sword energy thunder sound, sword intent into momentum, sword domain space, and sword art reincarnation.

Ye Yang had already reached the realm where sword intent became power, but he could never reach the bottleneck when it came to sword domain space.

But he learned a lot during the battle with Lu Yu.

At night, Ye Yang stood in the backyard of the teahouse, holding an ordinary piece of firewood in his hand, using it as a sword.

At this moment, he no longer needed any weapons to demonstrate his strength.

In this peaceful world, his heart was as calm as still water, as if he had merged with the surrounding nature.

Ye Yang was greatly impressed. Lu Yu's swordsmanship and cultivation, especially the Void Breaking Sword Technique, combined space and swordsmanship, which promoted each other, and gave him a sudden enlightenment.

He recalled the endless sword energy that Lu Yu spread from the void.

At this moment, Ye Yang seemed to see all kinds of extraordinary possibilities.

"Sword Domain Space is not just the concentration of sword power, but more about the understanding and exploration of spatial power."

Ye Yang whispered to himself, slowly raised the stick in his hand and pointed it at the sky. A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that the sword domain is not simply the power of the domain, but through the resonance of sword intent and space, it creates a 'small space' of its own."

As his perception deepened, the air around him seemed to become heavier. Ye Yang felt an invisible force surging around him, as if the entire space was responding to his will.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Ye Yang opened his eyes and thrust the wooden stick in his hand forward!

In an instant, a faint sword light burst out from the tip of the sword, but it did not disappear into the air. Instead, it turned into a transparent space crack, as if tearing open the curtain of reality.

The crack quickly spread out, forming a circular area with a radius of several meters. The space inside seemed to be distorted, and the moonlight became blurred here.

"Is this... the Sword Domain Space? Although it is only in its infancy, this kind of power is absolutely indistinguishable."

Ye Yang whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He felt an unprecedented sense of control, as if all the rules in this small area were dominated by him.

Every inch of space, every stream of air, and even every ray of light here are closely related to his sword intent.

He wanted to dance wildly with the sword, but when he saw that Ye Fan had already fallen asleep, he was afraid of waking him up, so he gave up the idea.

The next day.

It was morning and the capital of Dayun Dynasty was already bustling with noise.

On the streets, vendors set up their stalls early and the sounds of hawking could be heard one after another.

Pedestrians hurried by, some were common people going to the morning market, and some were officials wearing official uniforms and riding tall horses.

In the streets and alleys, the laughter and play of children are intertwined

Ye Yang was making tea as if nothing had happened. Then he realized that Ye Fan in the room had woken up without him noticing.

During this period of time, he changed from his previous sickly appearance to full of strength and became lively and active.

Even the face showed a moist red color.

It seems as if he will be full of energy in a few days, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness, which makes people feel hopeful.

However, Ye Yang knew that this was a sign of "last gasp".

Seemingly showing a sudden and brief improvement.

But this improvement is often false, representing the body's last burst of energy, followed by inevitable exhaustion.

If nothing unexpected happens.

Ye Fan's life will soon pass away during this period of time.

He wanted to accompany and support Ye Fan as much as possible during his last period.

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Enjoy every moment between them.

On this day, Ye Yang closed the teahouse, which was rare.

"Fan'er."

Ye Yang said softly.

"You look pretty energetic today. Let me push you outside to get some sun."

Ye Fan nodded with a bright smile on his face.

"Yes, Father. I've been feeling particularly energetic lately. Maybe I can even play a few games of chess with you."

Ye Yang smiled slightly, but he felt mixed emotions.

He understood that Ye Fan also felt that his life had reached its final moment.

This was said deliberately because he didn't want Ye Yang to worry.

This might be the last quiet time the father and son spent together, so Ye Yang cherished it especially.

The two walked out of the room together and came to the yard.

The sunshine falls on my body, warm and comfortable.

Ye Fan found a place to sit down and started chatting with his father.

Topics ranged from the latest happenings at the morning market to interesting stories about neighbors, with laughter audible from time to time.

In this moment of peace, Ye Yang silently observed his son's every move, trying to imprint this moment deeply in his memory.

He knows that no matter what the future holds, these beautiful memories will be his most precious treasures.

As time passed, Ye Fan's face gradually turned pale and his breathing began to become rapid.

Ye Yang patted his shoulder gently and said softly.

"Take a rest if you are tired. We have plenty of time."

Ye Fan nodded and closed his eyes, just like when he was a child, as if he was enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Ye Yang stood quietly by the side, and the two of them watched the snowflakes dancing outside, the sky was full of silver, and the whole world was covered with a layer of silver.

The scenery is breathtakingly beautiful, and the silver sky makes people feel a sense of tranquility and peace.

Ye Fan slowly leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to be enjoying this moment of tranquility. His expression was much more relaxed, and there was even a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was as if he had returned to his childhood. At that time, because his father was always practicing hard, he could only live with his maid and mother on weekdays.

His favorite thing was to hold his mother's hand and build snowmen and have snowball fights in the yard when it snowed.

Those beautiful memories, like the snowflakes outside the window, are short-lived but extremely precious.

It’s a pity that we can never go back.

"Mother, I'm here to see you."

In a trance, Ye Fan seemed to see a figure, so gentle, kind and beautiful.

The figure still had that gentle smile on his face.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Ye Fan's face, but it was just an illusory image. Her fingers passed through the air without bringing any real touch.

Despite this, Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, as if his mother was really by his side, giving him endless comfort and encouragement.

"I've missed you so much all these years."

Ye Fan said in a low voice, with a hint of sob in his voice.

His eyes followed his mother's figure closely, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, this beautiful scene would disappear. (End of this chapter)