I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 703 Vinegar (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Zhongzhou, Cangling Sect.

Jiang Yurong landed on the mountainside outside Danxi Palace, stepping on the light of her sword. The side peak, which was once empty, was now covered with pomegranate flowers, Danxi’s favorite, a fiery red expanse, in full bloom.

The disciples on duty in front of the hall recognized her and bowed respectfully.

"Sect Leader Jiang."

The disciples on duty looked on with curiosity and inquiry, after all, it was rare for the sect master of the Northern Profound Sword Sect to visit in person.

Jiang Yurong nodded slightly in response and walked straight into the hall. Danxi's aura was in the inner room. Just as she was about to go in, a white figure appeared silently in front of her. It was Xuanhui.

He was much more composed than he was a hundred years ago, radiant and full of smiles, as if he had been living a very good life by Danxi's side for the past century.

"Sect Leader Jiang." Xuan Hui clasped his hands in a fist salute, deliberately lowering his voice, "My Venerable One is still asleep and hasn't gotten up yet. Please wait outside for a moment."

"sleep?"

Jiang Yurong raised her eyebrows slightly. Not to mention that Danxi, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was sleeping, the sun was already high in the sky, how could she not get up?
Both are sect leaders, but Xuan Ying Sword Sect is not as large as Cang Ling Sect. She is busy every day, managing this and that, and even has to squeeze in time for cultivation. Dan Xi manages the entire sect by herself, and she still has time to sleep until noon.
Xuan Hui sighed helplessly, his voice filled with heartache and indulgence, "It's just sleeping, nothing serious. For the past hundred years, my esteemed master has lived like an ordinary person, needing to sleep for several hours every day to nourish his spirit. If he doesn't sleep, he feels unwell all over, listless, and often absent-minded, as everyone knows..."

Xuan Hui paused, his tone tinged with bitterness.

"Everyone knows she's waiting for someone to appear in her dream, but my master is just too stubborn to admit it. If anyone dares to mention it, he'll immediately explode in anger, even more so than before. You'd better not bring it up later."

Xuan Hui felt a pang of jealousy. He was the one who had always been by the Venerable's side through thick and thin, but that brat... He had lost miserably and didn't even have a chance to turn the tables!

“It’s alright,” Jiang Yurong’s voice was much gentler than usual. “Let her sleep slowly. My matter… is not urgent.”

She walked to a guest seat and sat down calmly, seemingly intending to wait quietly.

Xuan Hui glanced at her with some surprise. After not seeing her for a hundred years, Jiang Yurong, who was the most intolerant of any flaws, had also changed her ways?

Xuan Hui silently served the spiritual tea, not daring to be negligent.

Perhaps their voices disturbed the people inside, for the curtain of the inner room was impatiently lifted by a hand.

Danxi was wearing a large, fiery red robe, the belt loosely tied, and her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She had clearly just gotten out of bed, her eyes still sleepy. Her usually bright and flamboyant face now carried a look of languor and annoyance at being disturbed from her sleep.

She walked out with a furrowed brow, rubbing her eyes, radiating a "don't mess with me" kind of morning grumpiness.

"Oh~" Danxi trailed off, her gaze falling on the seated Jiang Yurong. "Isn't this the Grand Master of our Northern Xuanxuan Xuanying Sword Sect? You're a busy man, with countless affairs to attend to. Why would you personally come to my humble temple?"

She walked to the head of the table, slumped into the chair as if boneless, and yawned.

Jiang Yurong looked at her listless appearance and shook her head slightly. Just as she was about to explain her purpose, Danxi seemed to react and pointed her index finger lightly.

"Stop! Stop! You, Jiang Yurong, never say anything nice. You're either lecturing people or spouting your high-sounding principles. I don't like listening to you."

She picked up the hot tea that Xuan Hui had served, blew on it, half-closed her eyes, and spoke with a hint of playfulness in her tone.

"Anyway, I'll just assume you missed me and came all the way here to see me."

Jiang Yurong's brow furrowed slightly. He was still acting this unreasonable. But thinking about the news she was about to receive... Hmph!

"Fine, I won't say then."

This unusual compliance made Danxi pause in her tea-drinking. She stared at Jiang Yurong suspiciously. "Hiss~ Is there some great news for you? You're in such a good mood. Look at your eyes and eyebrows, tsk tsk, you're practically flying to the sky! Don't try to suppress it, you can't! Your smugness is overflowing!"

Danxi put down her teacup, leaned forward slightly, and the sleepiness and irritability on her face were replaced by curiosity. "Tell me, tell me, what great news is it that makes you so happy, with such a rare sight of you?"

Jiang Yurong met Danxi's burning gaze, and the corners of her lips curved upwards in a very rare, almost imperceptible, arc.

"If I don't speak, I'll never have anything nice coming out!"

Danxi's expression cracked, while Xuanhui chuckled beside her.

Danxi slammed her hand on the table. "How dare you, Jiang Yurong, provoke the dignified sect master of the Cangling Sect! Believe me or not, I'll lead my men and demons to Beixuan and annihilate your Xuanying Sword Sect!"

Jiang Yurong stopped playing along with Danxi and stood up, saying, "Come with me to a place, and you'll know when we get there."

Danxi seemed to sense something, her pupils widened, and she immediately jumped up from her chair to chase after Jiang Yurong. "Wait for me!"

Xuan Hui stood there stunned. After he came to his senses, his eyes widened and he turned and ran away.

"Your Majesty, wait for me!"

……

Now, the seas in the Shanhaiguan area are calm, and the once raging Xun winds have inexplicably stopped.

The Seventy-Two Gates of Demon Suppression were not dismantled after the demon tide receded; they remain at sea as a transportation hub.

From the Eastern Continent to the Northern Xuan, as long as you have enough spirit stones, you can reach your destination in less than three days by using the teleportation arrays a few times.

The biting mountain wind still whipped up snowflakes, lashing against the small temple behind the village that Jiang Yurong had just cleaned.

"Is this the place?" Danxi's voice carried a hint of tension that was barely perceptible.

"Ah."

Jiang Yurong nodded and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The temple was clean and solemn, just as it had been when Jiang Yurong left last time. Danxi's gaze was immediately drawn to the clay sculpture about a foot tall in the center of the altar.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Danxi seemed to be struck by an invisible lightning bolt, her whole body frozen at the doorway, her pupils trembling violently as she stared intently at the reclining figure.

A trace of the Nascent Soul cultivator's aura unconsciously leaked out, causing the air inside the temple to hum and dust to fall from the eaves.

Her fingers curled unconsciously, her eyes unblinking as she greedily traced the outline of the clay figure, as if she could see through the rough clay that her apprentice, who always had a lazy smile but was more reliable than anyone else in crucial moments.

A century of worry, longing, and anxiety transformed into a surging tide at this moment, impacting her mind and leaving only shock and tenderness on her usually flamboyant and radiant face.

Jiang Yurong stood beside her, quietly watching her lose her composure without disturbing her.

She could understand Danxi's feelings at this moment, just as she had felt when she first saw the statue.

After a long while, Danxi seemed to regain her breath, and asked in a dry voice, "This temple...she..."

Danxi was somewhat incoherent, and Jiang Yurong said in a deep voice, "She has only been awake for a short time. If you sleep here, you will see her."

"You've seen her?!" Danxi suddenly turned to Jiang Yurong and asked.

"Yes." Jiang Yurong nodded frankly.

"She saw you first?!" Danxi's voice suddenly rose. "Why did she have to see you, her incompetent mother, first, instead of coming to me first? I am clearly her own master! This... this unfilial wicked disciple!"

Jiang Yurong: ………………

Danxi pointed at Jiang Yurong, then at the statue, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Does she know what I've been doing all these past hundred years...?"

Danxi abruptly stopped speaking, her face flushed red, and finally she flung her sleeves, shoved Jiang Yurong aside, and walked into the temple.

She rushed to the base of the statue, rolled up her wide sleeves as if to hit someone, but ended up just sitting on the ground.

"Fine! Very well! Jiang Heying, you just wait!" She gritted her teeth at the sleeping clay statue. "Just wait and see how I deal with you, you heartless little bastard!"

After saying that, Danxi closed her eyes tightly in a huff, her brows furrowed, and forced herself to fall asleep as quickly as possible.

Jiang Yurong looked at her like this, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. But when she turned her head, she met Xuan Hui, who was biting his sleeve and had tears all over his face. Her smile turned into a sigh and a shake of her head.

(End of this chapter)