I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 195 The Mystery of the True and False White Plum School

The two exchanged a glance and headed towards the White Plum Sect along the mountain path.

Unlike what I remembered, the mountain paths here are noticeably newer and relatively narrower.

“It is indeed different from the White Plum School outside,” Bai Xuan said.

"What's different?" Fan Qingshuang asked, puzzled.

“The scenery, and the types of trees.” Bai Xuan’s gaze swept over both sides of the road and pointed to a cliff in the distance: “Moreover, the White Plum Sect originally left some kind of elevator mechanism on the cliff over there, but I didn’t see that kind of fast elevator here.”

Fan Qingshuang blinked: "It seems so."

"Is this your sect?"

“I haven’t been with the White Plum Sect for very long,” Fan Qingshuang replied. “I usually go out with my master to find people to treat illnesses.”

"Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know. Sometimes it's a doctor, and sometimes it's a talented disciple."

The group walked uphill and soon saw a platform halfway up the mountain, where a heavy gate stood.

Originally, the mountain path of the White Plum Sect was quite open, but here there is a section of the mountain path with a cave inside the rock wall, which is sealed off by a gate.

The door looks very sturdy.

Bai Xuan glanced at it, then knocked on the door, and a series of knocking sounds rang out.

A small hole was opened in the door, and a wary voice came from inside.

"Who are you?"

Bai Xuan and Fan Qingshuang exchanged a surprised glance.

There are actually people in the secret realm trial?

But this space isn't a small world with life, so how could there be people here?

Fan Qingshuang introduced herself: "I am Fan Qingshuang, the true disciple of the sect leader."

The woman behind the door immediately retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? My White Plum Sect has never had such a true teaching!"

Fan Qingshuang was even more puzzled.

Bai Xuan gently patted her shoulder and whispered, "Perhaps the White Plum Sect here isn't the White Plum Sect you know... Let's change our identities."

He addressed the mountain gate, saying, "We are two people from the Fuguang Sect, and we have come here specifically to visit the Baimei Sect."

The titles of Six Paths and Seven Sects are useful anywhere.

The gatekeeper behind the mountain gate said, "Fu Guangzong? How can you prove it?"

Bai Xuan took a few steps back, put his fingers together, and waved them in the air, causing a dazzling and brilliant sword aura to burst forth.

It was the intent of the Fuguang Sword.

The gatekeeper was startled: "I need to inform them."

After saying that, he closed the chat window.

Fan Qingshuang asked curiously, "You already learned the Fuguang Sword Intent yesterday?"

Bai Xuan truthfully replied, "Actually, I learned it a long time ago."

Fan Qingshuang readily accepted this explanation: "No wonder you are not afraid of the sword intent pressure of the Fuguang Sword Qi Monument."

Bai Xuan asked, "Do you have any way to prove that you are the disciple of the White Plum Sect's leader?"

Fan Qingshuang thought for a moment: "I have the jade pendant."

"What about the cultivation method?" Bai Xuan asked, "For example, the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique?"

"No." Fan Qingshuang shook her head: "Master said that the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts cannot be taught. It is said that one can only learn it after obtaining a celestial destiny."

The inscription on the Kefuguang Sword Qi Stele says that the immortal destiny is fake.

"Then you can pretend to be my junior sister. I'll leave you a strand of Fuguang Sword Intent as proof."

Bai Xuan had Fan Qingshuang extend her hand and left a Fu Guang sword mark on the back of her hand. Although it was different from the true inherited Fu Guang divine pattern, outsiders could not tell the difference.

He thought to himself, "We're not sure what's going on here yet. Try not to talk, observe more, and follow my instructions."

“Okay.” Fan Qing Shuang was very obedient. It was surprising that she was so compliant. Who among the top ranks of the Crouching Dragon List was not a proud and arrogant person? Yet her temper was as docile as a little lamb.

...Could it be that the succubus's constitution is acting up again?
Bai Xuan was pondering.

I heard a dull creak of the door starting to move.

The door opened, and a Taoist nun and several unfamiliar women walked out.

"I am Yulong, are you two outstanding disciples of the Fuguang Sect?" The nun looked them over and said, "You certainly have extraordinary bearing."

Bai Xuan raised his hand and performed an ancient greeting.

The traditions of the Spring and Autumn Period emphasized 'rites' (li), and the system of rites and Confucianism were combined, hence the saying that rites cannot be abandoned.

Often, the existence of etiquette is a direct manifestation of dividing people into different classes; similar etiquette exists within the Six Paths and Seven Sects.

The Taoist nun was clearly well-informed and returned the greeting with her gestures and movements.

Bai Xuan paused slightly: "The Spiritual Sect?"

The nun smiled slightly: "I come from the Lingqing Sect, but I have now left. Since you two are from the Fuguang Sect, please come inside with us."

Those who could recognize Gu Li must be from the Six Paths and Seven Sects. The Daoist nun also noticed the Fu Guang sword mark on Fan Qing Shuang's hand and lowered her guard accordingly.

It can only be said that the fame and reputation accumulated by the Six Paths and Seven Sects over the past thousand years are very useful.

After entering the White Plum School, a sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity alternated back and forth.

Bai Xuan's gaze swept over the buildings. The Bai Mei Sect here was much smaller than the Bai Mei Sect outside, and the layout of the building space was also more chaotic.

It looks like a poorly made version of the Bai Mei School, or even the poorest version of the poorest.

Upon entering the White Plum Sect, they found a square. The square was filled with tents and temporary dwellings, mostly inhabited by ordinary people, as well as some down-on-their-luck martial arts practitioners. The air was thick with the smells of medicine and blood, and at first glance, it didn't look lively at all, but rather like a disaster zone.

Yulong Daoist sighed, "As you can see, the situation of the White Plum Sect is not good either. Qingzhou as a whole has suffered a disaster. We are trying our best to treat the patients and people who have fled to the mountains, but it is only a temporary solution and the carrying capacity is almost at its limit."

"Regardless of your reasons for coming, the White Plum Sect has no strength left."

"In addition, the old sect leader passed away not long ago, and the sect was in a state of panic, so we had no choice but to close the mountain gate."

Listening to the introduction by Daoist nun Yulong.

Fan Qingshuang's doubts grew stronger.

Bai Xuan suddenly said, "I do know some medical skills. I can be of some help in treating patients."

The Taoist nun asked in confusion, "What can you do?"

"The Qingnang Classic, the Hundred Herbs Manual, the Thirteen Needles of Taixuan..."

"You can do all of that?"

"I know a little." Bai Xuan also has medical skills and can be considered a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in a certain sense. However, he cannot use them in the real world because there are no medicines that can be generated from true qi or spiritual energy in modern times, so the effects are very poor.

The medical practices here follow two main paths: one is to treat the symptoms directly, and the other is to strengthen the body's foundation and stimulate the patient's life potential.

After he took the initiative to suggest it, the Taoist nun naturally agreed.

Bai Xuan led Fan Qingshuang into the square, and after obtaining the needles, he began to treat the injured.

He was very efficient, treating more than ten people in just half an hour. It would take time for them to fully recover and there was a lack of medicine, but simple suturing of wounds and stopping bleeding were not difficult.

While treating the patients, he also asked questions of this group of people, basically just asking simple questions.

Where do we come from?

How did I get here?

Who lives in your family?

How is the situation in my hometown?

An old man, tears streaming down his face, said, “I’m just a farmer. In this world of war and chaos, my two sons were forcibly conscripted to fight. After several years, I don’t know if they are alive or dead. After several rounds of conscription, we lost our house, our oxen and our fields, our grain, and my wife. Now all that’s left is my poor little daughter and my old man, who depend on each other for survival.”

“There is chaos and war outside, and a plague has broken out.”

"That plague was truly terrifying. Once infected, people became ruthless, biting and killing anyone they caught... One city fell because of this."

Another martial arts practitioner with a broken leg said, "I am the head of the Beggars' Sect of Qingzhou."

"I came here specifically because of the plague outbreak in Qingzhou Silk City."

"That's not a plague at all; it's very likely an evil technique."

"Or perhaps some demon or monster has been born and is harming people's lives everywhere."

"I came to Meishan with the intention of seeking help from the Feathered Immortal, who is the only Heavenly Realm expert in Qingzhou."

"I thought Master Yuhua would have a solution, but I didn't expect that he passed away last month."

"I made a wasted trip, and I even broke my leg. I don't know how I'm going to get back. Sigh!"

These injured people all have a lot of grievances to vent.

Bai Xuan didn't need to ask too many questions; they would just talk about all their suffering during treatment.

Fan Qingshuang understood the current situation and circumstances just by listening.

But she didn't have time to say much.

Three hours later, Bai Xuan finished his work. The disciples of the Bai Mei Sect said that there were no more patients for the time being, so they arranged a place for him to rest.

With his excellent suturing skills and acupuncture hemostasis techniques, Bai Xuan earned the respect of this group and was given a private room to rest in.

After arriving at the room, I made sure no one was eavesdropping.

Bai Xuan sat down.

Fan Qingshuang immediately followed.

“Now you can speak,” Bai Xuan said. “Or, let’s write down the conclusion together.”

He dipped his finger in the water in the glass and wrote four characters on the table.

Both of them removed their hands at the same time, reaching the same conclusion.

Four hundred years ago

Fan Qingshuang said, "Yu Hua Zhenren was the first sect leader of the White Plum Sect, and also the first person to obtain the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and the destiny of immortality."

Bai Xuan said, "That is, a hundred years after the fall of the Qin Dynasty... No wonder the White Plum Sect still looks so shabby. It was indeed founded not long ago, and only one generation has passed."

Fan Qingshuang whispered, "Have we gone back to the past?"

Bai Xuan shook his head: "It's still unclear, but it's not impossible."

Having experienced the sword cleaving through the river of time in the Fuguang Sword Qi Stele, he wouldn't be surprised to encounter a time-reversal scenario like this.

Once you're born, you'll be born again; once you're born, you'll be born again.

"The situation here isn't good," Bai Xuan said, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"What's wrong?"

"There have been two major incidents in the history of the White Plum Sect that nearly led to its annihilation."

"I don't pay much attention to the history of sects," Fan Qingshuang said. "Could it be that the first time was around this time?"

"After the first sect leader passed away, a Heavenly Realm expert attacked the White Plum Sect, almost causing the sect to be wiped out."

Bai Xuan slowly said, "I suspect we've arrived at this very moment!"

(End of this chapter)