The End of the Immortal Path

Chapter 119 My husband's speech is too rigid
The Magpie Bridge has opened.

This was something Jiang Man hadn't expected.

The main reason is that I've been focused on cultivation lately and haven't had the energy to pay attention to this matter.

He was just thinking about how to deal with the secret realm selection.

Who could have known that I would soon be facing Meng Qiewei?

This is not a good thing.

Who can know what methods the other party will use to arrive?

Currently, I have no ability to retaliate against the other party.

We can only rely on the old ox.

As time goes by, even the old ox may not be able to compete.

They will both suffer then.

then
Confused!

If it were a different fairy, perhaps the ending would have been different.

It's impossible for everyone to be born with the destiny of an unparalleled genius, and for everyone to be this powerful, right?
The old ox dared to take action, which suggests he had made thorough preparations.

Meng Qiewei was an unexpected event.

now
A wicked ox will be ground down by a wicked man.

It's pitiful that this fool has only recently regained his senses.

In June and July, he successfully progressed from the third level of the spiritual realm to the fourth level.

The second gourd for cultivation is almost full.

There were many common medicinal herbs. He learned some from the old ox every day and then bought them from Little Fatty.

I made several thousand.

Only in this way can we sustain ourselves in the present.

The subsequent elixirs became more expensive, but it was still possible to make a profit.

We'll have to rely on these for the August elixir.

As for the remaining balance...

Only nine hundred remain.

He is now in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and is about to enter the middle stage.

The physical body has three layers, and the spirit has four layers.

The people in the courtyard still have a long way to go to catch up with him.

Everything was fine at first.

I never expected the Magpie Bridge to open.

Jiang Man came into the courtyard and looked at the old ox, saying, "Now that the Magpie Bridge is about to open, isn't Meng Qiewei coming? Old ox, are you ready?"

"What do you need to prepare, my husband?" a gentle voice asked from the side.

Jiang Man was startled.

But his expression remained unchanged as he turned to look to the side.

Sure enough, Meng Qiewei, dressed in a light blue fairy dress, stood prominently beside him.

His gaze was gentle, with a hint of a smile.

"How gentle and beautiful the dream is," Jiang Man thought subconsciously, "I feel like I'm going to die."

The other party is no pushover.

Although I never saw her lift a finger.

But when he woke up, the chill she exuded almost killed him.

The person before me is definitely not simple.

Moreover, they are by no means people who will be bullied.

The biggest contradiction lies in the fact that he himself is to go through the wedding ceremony with her.

"Fairy, we meet again," Jiang Man said awkwardly.

Besides, since this is outside, could she find her way here by referring to the scenery?

Jiang Man was unaware of this.

So how do you lure people into the house?
"Does my husband want to come inside?" Meng Qiewei said understandingly. "Then let's go inside and talk, so that my husband won't have any reservations."

As Meng Qiewei walked gracefully into the house, she was immediately greeted by the other person's surprised voice: "My husband has moved. This place is much better than the last one."

Jiang Man was quite surprised. Didn't she notice when she arrived?
Just found out now.

"She came across the border with great supernatural powers, and this is just a wisp of power she has condensed. It's good enough that she can touch the door; she can't sense locations that are too far away," the old ox explained while grazing.

"Old Huang, can you use your supernatural powers to cross the border to the other side?" Jiang Man asked in a low voice.

The old ox glanced at Jiang Man, then lowered its head to graze.

They don't answer questions at all.

Jiang Man watched as the person went in, and had no choice but to follow.

As soon as I entered, I saw Meng Qiewei standing in front of the table.

There's a piece of wood on it, and Meng Qiewei's name is on it.

"My husband still has it with him?" Meng Qie turned her head slightly to look at Jiang Man at the door.

"I dare not lose the fairy's things," Jiang Man said helplessly.

There are tricks involved; if he were to fall, his life would be in danger.

“My husband can’t speak,” Mengqie said, shaking her head slightly. “We are husband and wife after all, and it’s understandable that I want to know about my husband’s situation.”

"My husband has no idea how they are mocking me."

"They said I like being a widow, and even speculated whether I prefer young or old people."

As she said this, she looked at Jiang Man with a slightly aggrieved expression.

Jiang Man was momentarily unsure whether the other party was telling the truth or lying.

Judging from the way the other party had looked at her before, Meng Qiewei was not someone who would be bullied by others.

Her abilities are even more extraordinary, so logically there should be even fewer people who would dare to gossip about her.

"How old is my husband?" Meng Qiewei asked.

Jiang Man pondered for a moment and said, "Forty-eight years old."

Meng Qie shook her head slightly: "When my husband brought me back, he said you were only eighteen years old."

Jiang Man was taken aback. Had he really said something like that?

He carefully recalled the details of that day. He remembered that he went to the back mountain and that there were indeed some conversations when he brought them back.

However, his age was not mentioned.

After confirming that such a thing was not true, Jiang Man realized that the other party was bluffing him.

Then Jiang Man fell silent; not speaking was the best course of action.

Old Huang often just brushes himself off like this.

Meng Qie sat down on the chair, gently adjusting the folds of her fairy dress, and said, "Husband, won't you sit?"

This time, Jiang Man had no choice but to sit to the side and said, "Fairy, you don't actually need to come every year."

Meng Qiewei looked at Jiang Man, lowered her eyes and said, "My husband doesn't want to see me?"

As she spoke, she played with a strand of hair in front of her, and said with a slight sense of loss, "Before I went out, I dressed up specially, thinking that my husband would like it."

Jiang Man stared silently at the person before him.

He really couldn't tell the difference.

Is the person in front of me faking it or is they genuinely disappointed?

When you're confused, you can't tell the difference; when you regain your senses, you still can't tell the difference.

He did not speak.

Meng Qiewei also fell silent.

The two fell silent again.

But silence takes up the whole night, another wasted night.

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Man looked at Meng Qiewei and said, "Is there anything else you want to say, Fairy?"

"Is there something you need, my husband?" Meng Qiewei asked.

"It's nothing serious, can I cultivate here?" Jiang Man asked in a low voice.

Meng Qiewei was slightly surprised: "Cultivation? Here?"

I'd like to go outside, but I'm afraid you'll hold a grudge against me, Jiang Man thought to himself.

Jiang Man wanted to nod, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that the cultivation methods of the various immortal sects must be different.

If one's cultivation is discovered, then one is walking into a trap.

“I advise my husband to think twice. Once you start cultivating, that bull outside will charge in,” Meng Qiewei kindly reminded him. “My husband may not know me very well. My cultivation is quite good. As long as my husband cultivates, he will be able to know the source.”

"Although I am an incarnation of power, I can still deduce it if I observe for a long time."

Jiang Man was taken aback; the other party was truly kind.

“Actually, my husband can be bolder, there’s no need to be reserved.” Meng Qie said with a smile. I am just a wisp of power incarnation, the evil god outside is indeed quite capable.

"It has prevented me from doing anything more to this day."

"So no matter how my husband talks to me, I can't do anything else."

"At most, I'll feel bad for a few days after going back because of my husband's cold words."

"Of course, although I can't do anything here, my husband's evil god will still have to endure my attacks when I return."

"But it still won't cause my husband any harm. We've already been married; even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness."

Jiang Man thought about it carefully, and the other party's meaning was quite clear.

You don't need to be reserved when you speak; besides, even an old ox will die, but I won't.

But what if she really prefers to remain a widow?

Such cultivation level implies that one is not young.

Is it because such a person is not beautiful enough or has a good enough figure that no one wants her?
neither.

Therefore, it is not without reason that some people prefer to remain widowed.

"What is my husband thinking about?" Meng Qiewei asked.

"With such great strength, why are people still gossiping about you?" Jiang Man asked curiously.

Meng Qiewei looked at Jiang Man and said softly, "If the evil god that your husband keeps secretly mocks you, what will you do?"

Jiang Man was taken aback but then understood.

People who gossip are not ordinary people.

They belong to a group of people who can be tolerated.

Jiang Man was at a loss for words.

Meng Qiewei then said, "The fact that there are few people on the Magpie Bridge has already been known."

Jiang Man was puzzled. What did that mean?
“My husband brought me back, which means one person was missing when the Magpie Bridge closed.” Meng Qiewei looked at Jiang Man and continued, “So soon someone will be investigating along the Magpie Bridge, and my husband will probably be caught.”

Jiang Man was somewhat taken aback; there was actually someone investigating?
He couldn't be sure if Meng Qiewei was telling the truth or not, so he had to ask the old ox.

After that, Meng Qiewei stopped speaking.

Jiang Man didn't know what to say.

He wanted to take out a book to read, but he was worried about being discovered.

He was torn all night.

Cultivating oneself, reading books, and making talismans.

He felt it would be a waste of time not to do something.

But in the end, nothing was done.

Instead, he sat with Meng Qiewei under the moonlight.

Occasionally glancing at the other person.

However, the other party always seemed to notice and would make eye contact with them.

Then he was forced to look away.

Under the moonlight, Meng Qiewei seemed to glow.

There was only a cool sensation, but no chill.

As dawn broke, Meng Qiewei finally spoke, "My husband seems to have been thinking about something all night."

"I want to cultivate," Jiang Man said truthfully.

"Why? Because of your destiny as a peerless genius? Does my husband still have time?" Meng Qiewei asked.

Jiang Man asked curiously, "Does the fairy not know the various conditions of destiny?"

“I know, but destiny changes with the times, and time is not fixed,” Meng Qiewei said softly. “Sometimes destiny will send a person to a certain place, but if that place is no longer safe, the next destiny holder will not go to that place.”

Jiang Man was slightly surprised, meaning that the next condition for the destiny might be similar to the previous one.

It could also be completely different.

Meng Qiewei stood up slightly, gently patted her wrinkle-free fairy dress, and looked at Jiang Man, saying, "I'm going back now."

"Please take care, fairy." Jiang Man stood up and said respectfully.

Meng Qiewei looked at Jiang Man and said, "My husband speaks to me too rigidly and too politely."

Jiang Man remained silent.

This will maximize the chances of survival.

Then Meng Qiewei walked towards the door.

Halfway there, as if she had thought of something, she didn't stop completely, but just tilted her head slightly, her hair swaying gently on her shoulders as she walked. Her gaze swept over Jiang Man, lingering only briefly, her eyes filled with tenderness, as light as moonlight. Then she parted her lips slightly and said, "Goodbye, my husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned back to the front.

Leaving behind a faint trace of reluctance and tenderness.

creak!

She opened the door.

At that moment, her body turned into a glimmer of light and disappeared completely.

Jiang Man clutched his chest and couldn't help but say, "Old Huang."

At this moment, the old ox walked in.

Jiang Man continued, "She's really beautiful. I was stunned for a moment just now. Apart from being a bit older, I can't find any flaws in her."

"Are you going to treat me like your second parents?" the old ox asked.

Jiang Man nodded and said, "Don't worry, Lao Huang, I will definitely take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die."

Old Huang looked coldly at Jiang Man and said, "There's no need for a funeral. It's not certain who will die first."

Jiang Man came to his senses and looked at Lao Huang, saying, "Lao Huang, do you think her attitude is genuine or fake? I can't tell, I can't tell at all."

The old ox didn't answer the question; it simply walked away and began to graze.

Jiang Man followed him out and recounted their conversation from the previous night.

The most important thing is actually just one point.

That means someone wants to investigate along the Magpie Bridge.

After listening, the old ox pondered for a moment: "If one person is missing, it shouldn't be noticed, let alone cause a big fuss. They didn't come down together, and they were in different places."

"Even if I knew, countless years would have passed."

"Unless something unexpected happens along the way."

"I'm afraid your wife has a problem too."

Jiang asked with obvious satisfaction, "What's the problem?"

“She’s so strong, theoretically she shouldn’t be able to come over, so there’s a chance your wife entered the Magpie Bridge on her own.” The old ox continued, munching on grass, “You’re finished. This time you might really be found out. My methods have covered everything up.”

"But the immortal sects are too serious about it."

"Once they get serious, it's only a matter of time before they find out the answer."

Jiang Man fell silent, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

“But it’s too late to investigate in a short time, you still have time,” the old ox said.

Jiang Man remained silent for a moment, then shook his head.

I've decided to leave it for now.

After all, no one could give him a definite answer.

Perhaps the situation isn't as bad as the old ox thinks.

We should continue to improve our cultivation.

Get ready for the secret realm selection.

The things that happened on Meng Qiewei's side were all too far away.

I wasted a whole night, so I need to work even harder.

As soon as he arrived at the courtyard, he found that Wei Beichuan was already there. He was carrying a calming magic item, eating various spiritual objects, and had talismans stuck to his body.

Even so, it couldn't hide his dark circles.

At this moment, he was terrifyingly strong.

When Cao Cheng and An Rong saw each other, they felt as if they were being watched by a demonic beast.

"Serves you right for being so talkative! Now look what happened!" An Rong said angrily to Cao Cheng.

"Your own brain isn't working properly, and you're blaming me? I've kindly reminded you so many times that you should cut back on the parts that need cutting, but you just wouldn't listen," Cao Cheng said irritably. "Hurry up and cut back, it'll help you improve faster, put some pressure on him."

Even sitting there, Wei Beichuan exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

For the first time, they discovered how terrifying genius could be.

All traces of life disappeared as soon as Jiang Man sat down.

At this moment, there was only one genius in the entire Ninth Courtyard.

This is the brilliance of being number one; everyone will live in his shadow.

Yan Yiqiu walked in from outside and looked at the group of people with dark circles under their eyes below, and couldn't help but sigh.

When did her little courtyard become like this?

"This annual assessment will include rankings from the Seventh and Eighth Academies, followed by a competition against the Seven Peaks to determine the final rankings," Yan Yiqiu said, looking at the people below. "You all have a chance, especially Zhuo Bufan, Zhao Yaoyao, and Lin Qingshan. You all need to work hard during this period."

"As long as you participate in the Seven Peaks Assessment, you can compete for techniques and cultivation methods."

The others listened quietly.

They felt that Jiang Man was not mentioned because there was no need to mention her at all.

They were all looking forward to Jiang Man's annual ranking.

It will surely make a name for itself.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The monthly pass lottery is on its last day.

Deadline is midnight tonight.

(End of this chapter)