From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 385 I Want to Be an Immortal

Yang Qinglian wore her hair in two small buns, her little floral shoes on the stone slabs, her fists clenching and unclenching with meticulous movements.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, her cheeks were flushed, yet her slender body remained as steady as a pine tree. The force of her punches whistled, creating a gentle breeze that stirred up the fallen leaves in the corner of the courtyard.

Compared to the stumbling, fall-prone little girl she was three years ago, her movements, though still somewhat immature, are now fluid and graceful, with a subtle yet powerful flow in her punches and kicks.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qinglian is already eight years old. As for You Ming, he seems to be the same as he was three or even eight years ago; time has not left any trace on him.

Yang Qinglian has been practicing martial arts with him for three years now.

Over the past three years, the results have been mediocre.

You Ming's gaze was deep. He saw that the Qi channels in Yang Qinglian's body were chaotic and disordered, as thin and brittle as tender bamboo joints. When the Qi flowed, it often got knotted in the chest and abdomen, making it impossible to flow smoothly.

In spiritual practice, this is what is known as insufficient innate talent.

Her soul was like a thin flame, flickering weakly, with almost no spiritual fluctuations.

This is due to a lack of talent.

Whether in body or mind, Yang Qinglian is no different from an ordinary person.

With such a background, it will take a lot of effort to embark on spiritual practice.

"Brother Youming, how did I do in my practice?" The little girl stood on tiptoe, tilted her head up, and asked expectantly, her eyes sparkling.

"Excellent, excellent. Qinglian, your talent is the best I have ever seen in my life."

A smile appeared on You Ming's lips.

He reached out and ruffled Yang Qinglian's hair, speaking affectionately.

Yang Qinglian grinned and started practicing again, her movements still clumsy, but her face was full of seriousness and excitement.

"Qinglian, shall we go out and play together?"

On the fence to the side, several little kids with snotty noses were lying on the ground.

"No, no, I still need to practice martial arts."

Yang Qinglian raised her head and said, "I'm going to be the Monkey King, I'm not going to play with you little brats."

"what!"

Thinking of this, she became even more excited, and her punches and kicks became even more powerful.

"Om."

You Ming stood with his hands behind his back under the corridor, his clothes swaying gently in the wind.

He raised his fingertip and subtly gestured in the shadows.

In a place unseen by mortals, a wisp of clear spiritual energy from the world was casually captured by him, transforming into a faint, watery radiance that quietly flowed into the body of the blue lotus.

The little girl didn't notice and continued practicing her boxing with a serious expression.

But with each breath she took, she seemed to feel a cool and comfortable sensation.

Her vital energy flowed through her meridians, like a gentle stream nourishing withered branches, giving her originally thin flesh a subtle luster.

When her fists and feet landed, the sound was more solid than usual. The wisp of spiritual energy in her body flowed between her muscles and joints, refined by her sweat and breath, and subtly integrated into her body.

Yang Qinglian felt a warmth spreading through her body, and her arms seemed much lighter.

"It's here again, this feeling is back."

A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Qinglian's eyes. She actually had a secret that she had never told her brother You Ming.

That is, every time she practices martial arts for about half an hour, a wisp of power will suddenly surge from inside her body. This power can not only eliminate fatigue, but also make her martial arts progress more significant.

"It's just a wisp of spiritual energy, so I can only absorb less than one-tenth... But it's better than at the beginning, when I couldn't even absorb one-twentieth."

"Judging by the days, it seems we can start teaching her the formal methods of cultivation." You Ming stood aside, watching quietly, but many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Starting a year ago, he secretly used spiritual energy to help Yang Qinglian refine her body and consolidate her foundation.

If it were a more talented young boy, he would probably be able to draw qi into his body by now. But Yang Qinglian is only physically stronger; he still has a long way to go before he can draw qi into his body on his own.

"Brother Youming, I've finished practicing."

Yang Qinglian practiced her punches and kicks one more time, then rushed to You Ming, her brows covered in sweat.

"Not bad."

You Ming nodded, took a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the sweat from her face.

“Brother Youming, you haven’t changed at all! My dad has a scruffy beard now.”

Yang Qinglian stared wide-eyed at You Ming's face.

"I told you before, I'm a god."

You Ming smiled and patiently began to speak.

"You're lying. My dad said that gods live in the sky. You live in the village, so you're definitely not a god."

Yang Qinglian made a face, not believing it at all.

She's eight years old now, not a five-year-old anymore, she's not so easily fooled.

"How about I take you for a stroll in the sky today?"

You Ming pinched Yang Qinglian's cheek and said with a smile.

"really?"

Hearing the way he spoke, Yang Qinglian suddenly wavered. Could it be that Brother Youming is really a god?
Otherwise, how could it be so beautiful?
You Ming did not answer, but simply reached out and gently touched the void.

boom!
Suddenly, the air rippled outwards, as if a pebble had been thrown into a lake, and concentric circles of light spread outwards.

Immediately afterwards, the void suddenly cracked open like a mirror, bursting forth with countless shimmering lights and starlight, flickering and flowing, as if the night sky had been folded into the mortal world.

A portal resembling ripples of water slowly opened, revealing a radiant glow within. The interior was a blend of azure and golden light, like another world.

Yang Qinglian stared wide-eyed, gazing up in a daze, even forgetting to breathe.

You Ming took her small hand and took a step forward. In an instant, the world changed.

What lay before me was no longer the smoke rising from the farmhouses of Yangjiaoshui Village, but a vast, mythical world.

A divine tree stood tall, reaching into the sky, its roots penetrating the earth, its branches and leaves like a sea of ​​clouds, radiating a faint blue light.

The spiritual energy around the tree rises and gathers into a waterfall of clouds, cascading down from the sky.

The land is vast, with lush green grass and countless magical flowers and herbs, shimmering like fireflies. Not far away lies a vast lake, its waters as clear as a mirror. A gentle breeze ripples the surface, releasing a refreshing and enchanting atmosphere.

Yang Qinglian stared blankly, her eyes reflecting the radiance of the Azure Divine Tree. She remained stunned for a long time before murmuring, "This...this is where the immortals live?"

"Qinglian, if you cultivate diligently from now on, you too can live forever in the realm of immortals."

You Ming patted Yang Qinglian on the head. He was trying every possible method to motivate Yang Qinglian to cultivate.

"Wow!"

“This is so beautiful!”

"I want to be an immortal!"

Qinglian cheered and ran to the lakeside, reaching out to pat the crystal-clear water.

The lake water shimmered with a faint glow, and her small figure appeared dreamlike in its reflection.

(End of this chapter)