The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

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As dusk fell.

The setting sun hangs high above the "Wangxian Bridge".

At this moment, a particularly slender and tall, graceful figure walked across the scene. From a distance, it seemed as if she were stepping on a magpie bridge. The misty clouds resembled a sky full of red makeup, making her look like a fairy.

Soon, the tall figure disappeared into the depths of the red-clad woman.

"Wushuangmen" mountain gate.

A girl, less than five feet tall, dressed in a beige dress, with a round face and hair tied up like two buns, held a jade plate that shimmered with a magical light. She looked focused and occasionally shifted her feet slightly.

On the "jade plate".

The "Wangxian Bridge" is prominently projected under the red sun.

In the girl's lens, a woman with a cool and aloof look and a tall figure walks across the "Wangxian Bridge". Due to the refraction of light and shadow, she seems to be walking among the endless red clouds and gauze curtains.

Her figure is alluring, yet her demeanor is as cold as ice—a stark contrast…

After that tall figure disappeared from sight.

"Phew... That was great!..."

The cute, round-faced girl clenched her fist and raised it forcefully, her face full of excitement. She carefully put the "jade plate" into a wooden box, and with light steps, she went into the "Peerless Gate" like a gust of wind.

"Excuse me...excuse me..."

The girl chattered away as her petite figure weaved through the bustling little market, attracting attention. Before long, she arrived at a pavilion not far from the "Wangxian Bridge".

Upon seeing the woman in white inside, her eyes lit up. She hurriedly ran into the pavilion, bowed, placed the wooden box containing the jade plate on the table, and with exaggeratedly outstretched arms, chuckled:

"Miss, you are so beautiful! The 'Looking-at-the-Fairy Bridge' makes you look like a fairy, no, even more beautiful than a fairy!..."

"Just you wait, once this video gets out, you'll definitely be on the 'Beauty Ranking'."

As if remembering something, she huffed angrily:

"That 'Peach Blossom' only made it onto the 'List of Beauties' because of her family connections. In terms of beauty and talent, how can she compare to you, Miss?"

The young girl turned to look at the woman in white with a cool and aloof demeanor but a foxy face. "Miss, don't you think so..."

The woman in white raised her hand and gently tapped her forehead, and a low voice, somewhat cheerful yet melancholic, rang out.

"You're so talkative."

"That makes sense, but don't you know that loose lips sink ships? Don't say things like that again. Fairy Peach Blossom is my good friend. If she finds out you're gossiping behind my back, you'll be in big trouble..."

The woman in white nodded to her, opened the box, and the boy took out the "video disc" that he had finally obtained from his father from the wooden box and transferred a stream of qi and blood into it.

The "Video Disc" was illuminated by a magical light, and the images recorded by the maid Baozi were played back one by one.

The maid Baozi chuckled and stepped forward, chattering, "Miss, you're naturally beautiful; you look good no matter how you're photographed."

The woman in white smiled slightly, but said nonchalantly, "It's alright, it's a pity Mother wouldn't give me her 'Moonlight Silk' dress, otherwise it would definitely be better."

The maid, Baozi, nodded emphatically. "Moonlight Silk is from beyond the borders; it would look absolutely stunning on your legs, Miss." Then, as if remembering something, she added unconsciously, "And that tassel skirt of yours, Madam... it's like you're not wearing anything at all... oh dear..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly cried out in pain and clutched his forehead.

The woman in white carefully put away the "video disc" and tucked it into her sleeve. She slowly stood up, her nearly ten-foot-tall figure completely covering the maid Baozi. A somewhat dejected, low voice rang out.

"Let's go. Before we came, Mother told me to take a good look at that 'younger brother.' What a hassle. Father has no heir to the throne, so an illegitimate child is an illegitimate child. We can just pretend we don't see him..."

"Miss, wait for me..."

The maid Baozi rubbed her forehead and hurriedly followed.

The two, one large and one small, disappeared into the darkness, seemingly indifferent.

The inner gate of "Wushuang Gate" is located in a secluded spot on the mountainside.

When the mistress and servant arrived at the inner gate, they quickly found out the location of Wu Ping'an's courtyard because he was somewhat famous, although it wasn't a good name.

"bookworm…"

"That's certainly fitting..."

Not long after.

The master and servant arrived under a large tree with a canopy like an umbrella. In front of them was a secluded courtyard with mottled old walls, showing the passage of time.

Without being told, the maid Baozi stepped forward and knocked on the door. After knocking a few times, heavy footsteps were heard from inside. The door opened, a huge shadow loomed over, and a hoarse voice came out.

"Who should I look for?"

The maid Baozi looked up at the burly man with a fierce expression, showing no fear, and asked in a clear voice:

"This servant is Baozi. May I ask if Young Master Wu is at home?"

"Oh, steamed buns? I'd rather have dumplings..."

Ma Cheng chuckled. Ever since "Zhu Yu" revealed her identity, there had been at least one or two women like her coming to ask for advice every day, if not three or four. He then prepared to close the door.

"etc!…"

The maid Baozi hurriedly tried to stop him, but seeing Ma Cheng looking at her with a stern face, she also put her hands on her hips and said with dissatisfaction:

"What kind of servant are you? You closed the door without even asking me. What if it was something important to your master? You've ruined it..."

Ma Cheng glanced at her sideways, too lazy to explain, and said, "Just say what you want, I need to go back to sleep."

"Go and inform the Second Young Master that the Eldest Young Master has come to see him."

"Young Miss?... "

Ma Cheng looked at the maid Baozi with some suspicion. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed a figure walking over out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw a tall figure in white. His gaze fell on the foxy face. He seemed to think of something and turned around and rushed into the courtyard.

Quiet room.

"My eldest sister, Lady Wuping, has arrived?...

Zhu Yu was taken aback, and then information about "Wuping Jun" came to mind. In the original owner's memories, she had met her half-sister "Wuping Jun" a few times when she was a child.

But he always beat her until she cried.

However, this is not the fault of the original owner, but rather that "Lord Wuping" is really inhuman. The two are only three years apart in age, but in the original owner's memory, the two are almost the size of an adult compared to a child.

And this adult also likes to practice swordsmanship and has a childlike personality…

The two had met less than five times in total.

However, "Lord Wuping" left a deep shadow on the original owner of the body...

"What is she doing here?"

Unless absolutely necessary, Zhu Yu didn't want to get too entangled with his predecessor. After thinking for a moment, he said to Ma Chengdao:

"I still need to cultivate to prepare for tomorrow's competition, Brother Ma, could you please help me get rid of her..."

"it is good."

Ma Cheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He turned around at the door, cupped his hands, and addressed the tall figure in white robes—Wu Pingjun—saying:

"Young Miss, please come another day. Young Master is currently in seclusion to cultivate and participate in the 'Peerless Sect' inner sect competition tomorrow..."

"Secluded cultivation?... "

The maid Baozi was taken aback, pursed her lips, but didn't say anything, and turned to look at her mistress.

Wu Pingjun had no intention of dealing with this crybaby who always knew how to tattle since childhood, so this was just what he wanted. He nodded slightly, said nothing, and turned to leave.

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The maid Baozi hurriedly followed.

Watching the figures of the master and servant disappear into the darkness, Ma Cheng scratched his head and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder 'Prefect Wu' keeps a mistress..."

In his memory, Prefect Wu was gentle and refined, somewhat similar to Zhu Yu now, while the young lady from just now was really too tall and too strong…

You can imagine.

Her physique certainly didn't come from the Prefect Wu, so who else could she have inherited it from? It could only be the Prefect's wife, her mother…

Upon recalling a certain scene, Ma Cheng shuddered, quickly shook his head to clear his mind, and turned back to the courtyard.

the other side.

The maid, Baozi, asked in confusion, "Miss, haven't we seen the Second Young Master?"

Lord Wuping replied, "I will not see you."

"What about the mistress?..." the maid Baozi asked hesitantly.

Lord Wuping didn't think much of it and said, "Tell me the truth."

"Oh..." The maid Baozi nodded, but after taking a few steps, she couldn't help but ask, "Miss, the Second Young Master is participating in the Inner Sect Competition tomorrow. Shall we go and watch?"

Wu Pingjun wanted to refuse, but considering that she knew nothing about it and her mother might cut off her allowance, she nodded slightly and said:

We'll see when the time comes.

Before Baozi could speak, she said with some interest:

"Baozi, I've got another great idea! What do you think about recording another sword dance?..."

"Sword dance?... "

Upon hearing this, the maid Baozi was taken aback, and couldn't help but recall the young lady's grand and powerful "sword dance." Coming to her senses, she shook her head repeatedly, her little face solemn as she said:

"Miss, in my opinion, it's best to save 'Sword Dance' for your competition for first place on the 'Beauty Ranking.' Let's wait a bit longer..."

"Alright then..."

Wu Pingjun nodded slightly. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he should have some hidden treasures. He decided to put aside his current thoughts of recording "Sword Dance" and prepare to record it when he was listed on the "List of Beauties".

Upon seeing that her mistress had agreed, the maid Baozi breathed a sigh of relief and flattered her with a fawning smile, saying, "Miss, you are wise."

"implicit."

Wu Pingjun raised his chin slightly.

"Yes, yes..."

The master and servant quickly disappeared into the night.

at the same time.

The siblings were also mentioned at a banquet in a courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit.

The servants served up a series of exquisite dishes and drinks in an orderly fashion.

The living room inside the house.

A dozen or so young men and women stood on either side.

At the head of the table was a handsome young man dressed in black robes, with a fine golden mark imprinted between his eyebrows, resembling a third eye, adding to his noble and majestic air.

Opposite her was a delicate young girl in a green robe, with a face like a peach blossom. Her eyes were as calm as autumn water, and her black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, which softened her allure and added a touch of tranquility and serenity.

at this time.

The two were talking about "Lord Wuping".

The young man in black robes sized up the girl opposite him, his eyes burning with undisguised admiration. Seemingly intending to break the awkward silence, he said:

"Why isn't Wu Pingjun, who's always by Tao Yao's side, here today?"

The charming young woman, Tao Yao, ranked tenth on the "List of Beauties," put down the wine cup she was playing with and chuckled softly:

"Sister Wu has to go see her younger brother from her husband's side of the family, she doesn't have time."

She paused, then said with a smile:

"Could it be that Senior Brother Fu has feelings for Sister Wu? If so, I might have to play matchmaker for you."

Thinking of Lord Wuping's physique, Fu Heng quickly shook his head, repeatedly saying "I dare not," and feigned embarrassment, saying, "Lord Wuping is truly not someone I admire..."

He quickly changed the subject, asking with a hint of doubt:

"Her younger brother by marriage? Is he a disciple of my 'Peerless Sect'?..."

Seeing the two looking at him, the young man in black robes stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:

"I overheard it by chance."

"It's said that 'Wu Ping'an' entered the sect by bribing a certain deacon. He doesn't cultivate at all, spending all his time reading in the 'Library Pavilion,' earning him the nickname 'bookworm'..."

"Oh, it's him. I've heard of him too. He's aloof and never interacts with anyone..."

"Bookworm, haha..."

Everyone chimed in, sharing the information they knew.

The head of the table.

Fu Heng looked surprised and shook his head, saying, "Truly a tiger father and a dog son."

As the second-in-command of a major prefecture like Jiujiang, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he wielded immense power.

Such a hero, yet he had such a foolish son…

Tao Yao nodded in agreement.

It can only be said that neither of the siblings are normal people.

As the son of a high-ranking official, instead of seeking a bright future, he insists on stealing their spot on the "List of Beauties" – what is this if not stupidity?

If it weren't for the fact that "Lord Wuping" had an extraordinary physique, he would probably have been on the list long ago.

Even so, she estimated that his time on the list should be soon, not for any other reason than the rumor that "Wu County Magistrate" seemed to be promoted.

"Princess"?

It is unlikely, as in a special prefecture like "Jiujiang," the position of "prefecture princess" has been held by members of the "Da Yu royal family" for hundreds of years.

Nine times out of ten, they will be transferred out.

Whether she will govern a region or move to a larger platform is beyond Tao Yao's knowledge.

There was no further mention of the "Wu" siblings.

The conversation quickly turned to tomorrow's "Inner Sect Competition," and Fu Heng's expression clearly turned sour when he talked about certain people.

Tao Yao saw this and her desire to bet on "Fu Heng" to win the championship instantly faded, and her words became somewhat cold.

Fu Heng sensed something was amiss and cursed inwardly, but outwardly remained impeccably polite. Thus, the rather dull dinner quickly came to an end.

Many inner disciples took their leave one after another.

Tao Yao left with her maid, and not far away, she suddenly ordered, "Go and inquire about 'Wu Ping'an'."

"Yes, Miss."

The maid, not knowing why she was inquiring about a bookworm, didn't ask any further questions, bowed in agreement, and quickly turned to leave.

Tao Yao paused for a few moments, then walked away.

A night of commotion.

When the sun rises.

Before the "Peerless Gate" mountain gate, billowing smoke rose from the altar.

Thousands of disciples of the "Peerless Sect" lined up in an orderly fashion in the square in front of the sect. No one spoke; they all solemnly looked at the stage.

At this moment, on the stage.

Led by an elderly man with white hair and beard, a dozen elders stood on either side, their gazes fixed on the mountain gate, between the two mountain valleys.

Both sides of the square.

The arriving guests seemed to have guessed something, their expressions slightly excited, and they all looked towards the space between the two mountains and the valley.

I don't know how long it has been.

A streak of sword light came from the canyon and appeared on the altar in an instant. As soon as it appeared, its cold aura exploded like a tidal wave, and everyone present changed color.

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