Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

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Zi Ling looked at the little girl with gentle eyes and a smile on her face.

"Siyue, is it? Would you be willing to join my Wonderful Sound Sect for cultivation?"

Wen Siyue was stunned, her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Miaoyin Gate?

That's a famous sect in Tianxing City and even the entire Chaotic Star Sea!

Moreover, they exclusively accept female disciples.

It was a place that countless low-ranking female cultivators like her, who had no one to rely on, dreamed of.

The beautiful, gentle woman in front of me is actually a member of the Miaoyin Sect.

"Can...can I?"

Wen Siyue's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, making her feel as if she were dreaming.

I'm just a lowly Qi Refining stage errand runner.

Seeing the little girl's expectant yet apprehensive expression, Zi Ling's smile deepened, and she gently patted Wen Siyue's fluffy head.

"That's not something you should be thinking about. You just need to tell me, are you willing or not?"

Wen Siyue didn't hesitate any longer, afraid that the opportunity would slip away, and nodded vigorously.

"I do! I do! Wen Siyue pays her respects...pays her respects..."

She was momentarily at a loss for words to address the person in front of her, and her face flushed red.

Zi Ling smiled gently.

"Let's go. Come back to the Miaoyin Sect with me. From now on, you can call me... Sect Master."

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that's it.

Sunset and moonrise, autumn goes and winter comes.

I don't know how many years have passed.

Behind the bamboo courtyard.

Lu Jianghe lay on the chair, his body swaying slightly with the gentle rocking of the chair.

The breaths are long and deep, each inhale and exhale seemingly resonating with the surrounding world, in harmony with some mysterious rhythm.

This place is not bad.

In this small space, except for the occasional lifting of the restrictions to conduct business.

However, most of the time, he simply lies there quietly, resting his mind and spirit.

I drift off to sleep, my thoughts wandering.

The path of cultivating immortality involves both longevity and stillness, and in some ways, it is akin to a form of death.

If one were to truly explain why, it would be like to cultivate an immaculate body, erect a leak-free pagoda, and remain untainted by the world's grime.

Like a frog at the bottom of a well jumping to the top, although still far from the sky, it can see the world with a perspective that is closer to the whole picture and the truth.

Ultimately, it all boils down to one goal.

Returning to simplicity, like flawless jade.

Because the threshold of the Nascent Soul realm was not a real obstacle for him.

The concern is whether the path to the Jade Purity Realm will still be passable in this world after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Lu Jianghe feared that after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would find that his path had ended.

If the laws of heaven and earth and the cultivation system of the human realm are completely unable to support Yu Pu, then that would be utterly absurd.

On this day, Tianxing City was greeted by a heavy snowfall, which blanketed the sacred mountain and the nearby peaks in white.

Heaven is so generous, bestowing such a magnificent sight upon humankind without any expense.

A soft footstep, crunching through the soft snow, approached from afar, breaking the silence.

Yan Ruyan walked to the back of the bamboo courtyard and looked at Lu Jianghe, who was lying on the rocking chair, breathing long and deep, as if he had become one with this world.

She has now reached the mid-stage of Core Formation, and her appearance and temperament are even better than before, with a touch more charm between her brows.

She approached gently, her movements incredibly soft, and took out a fur cloak from her storage bag, carefully covering Lu Jianghe with it.

Lu Jianghe remained unresponsive, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing even and deep, as if he had sunk into the deepest state of meditation, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

After confirming that everything was alright, Yan Ruyan turned around and went back into the house.

A moment later, she came out carrying a delicate hand warmer and gently placed it on the ground next to Lu Jianghe's rocking chair.

The charcoal fire crackled softly, radiating warmth and dispelling the slight chill in the surroundings.

After doing all that, he sat down on a tatami mat next to him.

Seemingly remembering something, Yan Ruyan flipped her hand, revealing an exquisite rouge box in her palm.

She opened the box, dipped her fingertip in a little rouge, and conjured a small, shimmering mirror in the air. She tilted her head slightly and gently, delicately, traced her eyebrows with her fingertips.

As she painted, the corners of her lips unconsciously curved slightly upward, carrying a gentle smile befitting a young woman.

After she finished applying her makeup, she gently exhaled a breath of orchid-like fragrance into the water mirror, and the mirror disappeared.

She glanced sideways at the figure on the rocking chair, still fast asleep.

Yan Ruyan then leaned forward slightly, extending her slender feet, clad in dark blue satin embroidered shoes, from under her skirt. She gently removed the shoes, revealing a pair of small socks wrapped in white silk.

The skin beneath the silk stockings was as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.

In addition, being perpetually shrouded in darkness, it exudes an almost transparent quality, so much so that one could almost squeeze water from it. .

She brought her feet close to the stove, warming them with the heat of the fire to dispel the slight chill from walking in the snow, while her eyes glanced lightly at the side.

This wasn't the first time Yan Ruyan had come here to sit quietly like this.

She vaguely remembered that the last time she came here was about half a year ago.

Although she couldn't fully understand what Lu Jianghe's current state was.

Keep in mind that she herself had only recently emerged from seclusion, and it was only after she had completely stabilized her mid-stage Core Formation realm...

Only then did I set foot in this place again.

Throughout the intervening time, the other person remained in this state.

How long has he been in this deep sleep?

a year?

three years?

Five years?

Even longer?

as big as World, nothing is nonexistent.

Yan Ruyan wasn't surprised by this, but she felt a little bewildered.

However, on both occasions she visited, the other party seemed completely unprepared and unaware of her presence.

This state is less like deep sleep and more like a false sleep; the mind may have wandered into a mysterious realm, leaving only the physical body here, breathing in harmony with heaven and earth.

I must say, sitting by the fire, quietly watching the snow falling all around, is really quite pleasant.

Yan Ruyan curled up on the couch, but still felt restricted. She looked down and gently lifted her fingers to remove the white silk socks covering her slender feet.

In an instant, two tiny feet, as if sculpted from snow and jade, were revealed, each toe distinct, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the soft light of the stove.

And just as she took off her socks.

A voice suddenly rang out from the side: "How much time has passed?"

The voice was calm and still, yet it exploded in Yan Ruyan's ears like a thunderclap.

Startled, she jolted awake and sprang up from the chair.

Clutching the two white silk stockings she had just taken off, still warm from being removed, she panicked and didn't know where to hide them.

She hurriedly stuffed her socks haphazardly into her sleeves, and two blushes instantly rose on her face, burning all the way to her ears.

She quickly straightened her robes, gave a deep curtsy, and stood aside with her head bowed, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Lu...you're awake."

Lu Jianghe had already sat up from the rocking chair, and his fur coat slipped down slightly with his movement.

He didn't look at the bewildered Yan Ruyan, but instead turned his gaze to the courtyard.

The snow in the courtyard was already deep.

Before the other party could answer, Lu Jianghe put down the fur coat and then took a few steps forward under the corridor.

At that moment, drawn and disturbed by his own energy, the snow that was closer to his feet and spread outward began to melt silently, turning into streams of clear water.

The several enormous banyan trees in the courtyard, which block out the sky, are visibly shedding their withered state at a speed visible to the naked eye, with new green shoots sprouting and stretching out in eager anticipation.

Almost instantly, the desolation was forcibly replaced by a vibrant spring atmosphere.

However, this rebellious act of reversing the seasons was soon smoothed over by the rules of heaven and earth.

Just as tender green shoots began to sprout, a touch of frost swept over them, quickly stripping them of their vitality, leaving them withered and dry. The gnarled branches, once again... .

The heavy snow fell silently again, and in no time, it covered the courtyard with a layer of silver once more.

This was not something Lu Jianghe did intentionally, nor was it something he deliberately did to defy heaven and earth.

The scene just now was merely a ripple that unintentionally leaked out when his Qi was in harmony with the universe and his own Dao power resonated with heaven and earth.

A dream spanning ten thousand years, the path to enlightenment is no small feat.

This period of slumber felt like an instant.

Close your eyes, open your eyes.

Of course, this was just Lu Jianghe's misconception.

Like a woodcutter watching chess on Rotten Axe Mountain, a day in the cave is like a thousand years in the world.

It is not the inner strength that makes one more prone to indulging in this mysterious state of time passing by and forgetting oneself and the world.

The longer the time goes on, the more one's mind and spirit will be completely swept away by the invisible and intangible river of time, sinking into a state from which there is no return.

If it really comes to that point, unless an external force intervenes to pull their mind back from that "certain death" state to reality.

Otherwise, he would be like the small boat moored beside the ferry, forever anchored at some point in the long river of time.

There are only two possible outcomes.

Either be assimilated by the "ferry crossing" itself, and your consciousness dissolves into nothingness.

Or perhaps he should hope that someone will go against the current, find his lone boat, and lend a helping hand to free him?

This possibility is so slim it's almost hopeless; it's no exaggeration to say it's one in a trillion.

Ultimately, it all comes down to a lack of understanding.

For example, the Fire Dragon Immortal is the one who truly brought "A Thousand Years of Dreams" to its ultimate expression.

His "deep sleep" was no ordinary rest, but a "long slumber unaware of the passing years." A dream could last for a hundred years. For him, it was just a normal short rest. He was carefree and did not need to painstakingly separate his Yang God into an external avatar like ordinary cultivators.

With just a single "Great Dream" essence, he could roam freely in the vast void. Wherever his thoughts reached, he could travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening. The entire land of China and the four seas were merely paintings in his dream, which he could freely depict with his imagination.

Although True Man Fire Dragon has not yet reached the fourteenth level of Dao, he is considered a strong ascension among the thirteen realms, and his very existence is like a ferry crossing.

When Yan Ruyan saw the strange sight before her, although she was not utterly horrified, it certainly stirred up quite a bit of emotion within her.

Lu Jianghe turned around and his gaze fell on her.

Caught off guard, Yan Ruyan hurriedly looked down and saw her bare feet standing on the wooden board, which looked rather out of place.

Lu Jianghe gently shook his head.

He vaguely remembered that before falling into a deep sleep, he had spent more than twenty years in a small shophouse. Upon waking up this time, his perception of the passage of time was extremely vague, so he could not calculate the exact time.

Yan Ruyan composed herself, thought for a moment, and replied, "Reporting to Senior Lu, since my last seclusion, when I emerged with a stable cultivation level, almost sixty years have passed."