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On the morning of the fourth day, Tian Buyi summoned everyone and said that the sect leader had ordered all disciples to return to Qingyun first, and that the matter of Liubo Mountain would be discussed later.

As everyone packed their belongings and prepared to depart, various sword lights appeared outside the inn, taking off one after another and flying towards the northwest.

Jiang Xiaochuan summoned the God-Slaying Spear, its dark red shaft hovering about a foot off the ground. Just as he was about to step onto it, a moon-white figure approached from the side.

Lu Xueqi looked at him, her gaze lingering on his slightly oversized blue robe before moving to his face.

"Together?"

Jiang Xiaochuan paused for a moment, hesitated for a second, and then nodded.

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything. She summoned Tianya, and the azure sword light reflected on her cold face. She stepped onto it first, and then looked at Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan put away the God-Slaying Spear, leaped onto Tianya, stood behind her, raised his hand, and hesitated for a moment before lightly placing it on her waist.

Lu Xueqi didn't turn around, but instead activated Tianya, causing the sword light to rise and fly steadily towards Qingyun Mountain.

After flying for a while, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but whisper, "Thank you."

Lu Xueqi did not respond.

After flying for a while, she suddenly spoke, her voice very soft and carried on the wind: "The clothes don't fit."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked down at the blue robe he was wearing; it was indeed a bit too big, the sleeves a good length too long. He twitched the corner of his mouth: "I bought it on short notice, no choice."

Lu Xueqi was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's go back, I'll make it for you."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "No, no, that's too much trouble, I..."

"No trouble at all," Lu Xueqi interrupted him, her tone calm but unquestionable.

Jiang Xiaochuan choked and fell silent.

He felt the warmth of her body through her pale white Taoist robe, and the slender, supple lines of her waist beneath the fabric, all from the hand resting on her waist.

His face felt a little hot. He wanted to let go, but was afraid of falling, so he could only stiffly maintain this position.

Lu Xueqi seemed to notice his stiffness and, almost imperceptibly, leaned closer to him.

It was a very subtle movement, but the distance between the two of them instantly closed a lot. The cool scent of cedar in her hair, mixed with the smell of the wind, entered his nose.

Jiang Xiaochuan's body stiffened further, and he even breathed more softly.

We traveled in silence. Only the wind whistled in our ears.

Several days later, the outline of the Qingyun Mountains appeared on the horizon. The continuous green mountains were faintly visible in the clouds and mist, with the highest peak, Tongtian Peak, piercing the sky and the Rainbow Bridge like a ribbon.

After flying for several days, everyone was somewhat tired, and the speed slowed down. The disciples from each lineage began to gather and prepare to return to the mountain.

Standing on Tianya, Jiang Xiaochuan saw a streak of azure sword light in the distance, carrying several disciples of Dragon Head Peak, flying towards Dragon Head Peak.

The leader was tall and straight, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. He was Cangsong. Next to him was Lin Jingyu, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit with a dragon-slaying pendant at his waist. His profile looked heroic in the sunlight.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said to Lu Xueqi in front of him, "Xueqi, stop for a moment."

Lu Xueqi slowed down as instructed, and Jiang Xiaochuan rode the God-Slaying Spear, breaking away from Tianya, and flew towards the group from Dragon Head Peak.

"Uncle Cangsong," he said, flying closer and bowing.

Cangsong turned to look at him, his eyes deep and expressionless.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what is it?"

Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at Lin Jingyu beside him and said, "I'd like to borrow someone from my senior uncle for a while."

Cangsong frowned almost imperceptibly, his gaze lingering on Jiang Xiaochuan's face for a moment before glancing at Lu Xueqi, who was standing quietly on Tianya Mountain behind him, watching him intently.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you, Senior Uncle." Jiang Xiaochuan turned to Lin Jingyu, "Jingyu, come with me for a moment."

Lin Jingyu paused for a moment, then looked at Cangsong, who waved his hand. Only then did Lin Jingyu fly on his sword to catch up with Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan, carrying Lin Jingyu, flew towards the group from Dazhu Peak. Tian Buyi and Su Ru were both puzzled when they saw him bring Lin Jingyu.

"Master, Mistress," Jiang Xiaochuan said to Tian Buyi after landing, "I'm taking Xiaofan and Jingyu somewhere. We'll be back at the mountain later."

Tian Buyi looked at him, his chubby face expressionless, his small eyes narrowing slightly.

He glanced at Lin Jingyu, then at Zhang Xiaofan who seemed uneasy beside him, and appeared to understand something.

He nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and only said, "Come back soon."

"I'm going too!" Tian Ling'er shouted immediately.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Xiaochuan asked, looking at her. "Nothing fun, just going for a walk. You go back and rest with your master and mistress."

"No! I'm going!" Tian Ling'er stomped her foot.

Su Ru tugged at her daughter's hand and said softly, "Ling'er, be good. Xiao Chuan has something to do, don't get in the way and cause trouble."

Tian Ling'er glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, then at her mother's gentle yet unyielding gaze, pouted, and finally reluctantly said "Oh."

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Lu Xueqi, who was still standing on Tianya, looking at him from a distance with clear, questioning eyes.

"Junior Sister Lu," Wen Min flew to Lu Xueqi's side on her sword and whispered, "Let's go back to Xiaozhu Peak first, Master must be worried."

Lu Xueqi shook her head, her gaze still fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan.

"You guys go back first. I'll be there later."

Wenmin looked at her, then at Jiang Xiaochuan, and understood. She sighed softly, and didn't try to persuade her anymore, only saying, "Then be careful and come back soon."

"Mm." Lu Xueqi nodded.

Wen Min led the other disciples of Xiaozhu Peak and flew towards Xiaozhu Peak.

Seeing that Lu Xueqi had stayed, Jiang Xiaochuan didn't say anything. He summoned the God-Slaying Spear and said to Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, "Come up."

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu jumped onto the gun as instructed.

Jiang Xiaochuan then looked at Lu Xueqi, who approached him on her sword and rode alongside him.

"Let's go." Jiang Xiaochuan said, activating the God-Slaying Spear, which transformed into a dark red streak of light and flew towards the southwest outside Qingyun Mountain, with Lu Xueqi's azure Tianya sword light following closely behind.

Tian Buyi watched the three streaks of light disappear into the horizon, his chubby face filled with complex emotions. Su Ru gently took his hand and whispered, "Let the children go. Some things just need to be settled."

Tian Buyi sighed and remained silent.

Caomiao Village is located southeast of Qingyun Mountain, a journey of less than half an hour by sword.

The village looks neater than it did five years ago. Most of the collapsed houses have been rebuilt, but the wood used varies in age, and some walls still bear traces of smoke and fire.

It was afternoon, and under the old locust tree at the village entrance, several elderly people were sitting and basking in the sun. When they saw several streaks of light descending from the horizon, they were startled at first, but when they saw who it was, they became excited.

"It's...it's the young immortal! The young immortal is back!"

"And Xiao Fan! Jing Yu!"

"That's... oh my, a fairy!"

The elderly people shakily got up and gathered around. Several men who were busy in the fields also dropped their hoes and ran over, their faces filled with simple yet respectful smiles.

"Little Immortal Master, you're finally back!"

"Xiao Fan, you've grown taller and stronger!"

"Jingyu is more energetic now! Good! Great!"

The villagers chattered away, their enthusiasm almost overwhelming Jiang Xiaochuan.

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were stopped by several familiar uncles and elders who asked them all sorts of questions. Both of them had red eyes and answered with choked voices.

Lu Xueqi stood quietly half a step away from Jiang Xiaochuan, her gaze sweeping over the excited villagers and then landing on the distant village houses and fields, a hint of gentleness in her eyes.

Jiang Xiaochuan finally managed to escape from the villagers' encirclement and reach the edge of the field.

The crops in the field were growing well, the rice ears were heavy and swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. He squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingers. The soil was acceptable, but not fertile.

Fragmented images flashed through his mind: hybrid rice, composting, crop rotation—things he'd glimpsed on an agricultural science channel in his past life…

"If we use that hybridization method, selecting strong male and female lines, perhaps we can harvest more grain..." he muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing something on the muddy ground.

An old farmer nearby overheard this and asked curiously, "Young immortal, what did you mean by hybridization?"

Jiang Xiaochuan snapped out of his daze, smiled, stood up, and dusted off his hands.

"It's nothing, just some random thoughts. Uncle, how's life in the village these days?"

"Thanks to the immortal, everything is alright, everything is alright!" The old farmer nodded repeatedly.

"Qingyun Sect sends people every year to deliver seeds and farming tools. Two years ago, they even helped dig a deep well, so we don't have to worry about the dry season anymore. It's just... sigh, it's just that the children have nowhere to study. There's only one old scholar in the village, but his eyesight is failing and he can't teach anymore."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat. He reached into his pocket, rummaged around, and pulled out a heavy cloth bag. He opened it and found a hundred taels of gleaming gold inside. This was a gift from Biyao to him in Changhe City, which he hadn't touched.

He handed the cloth bag to the old farmer: "Uncle, please keep this money. Use it to build a decent school in the village and hire a proper teacher. Use the rest to buy some good seeds and good farm tools so that the children can all go to school and the fields can yield more crops."

The old farmer's hands trembled as he looked at the gleaming gold ingots, hesitant to accept them: "This...this is unacceptable! Young immortal, this is too much! How can we take your money..."

"Take it." Jiang Xiaochuan stuffed the cloth bag into his hand, his tone calm. "This money... came from a decent source. Consider it a small token of my appreciation. Let the children study hard and have a bright future. That's better than anything else."

The old farmer, holding the gold, was about to kneel down when Jiang Xiaochuan quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't kneel, I can't accept that. Go and talk to the village officials and hurry up and get the school up and running."

"Oh! Oh! Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master!" The old farmer wiped away his tears, clutching the gold, and ran shakily towards the village, shouting as he ran, "Village Chief! Village Chief! The little immortal master has given us the money to build a school!"

The villagers were once again in an uproar, and their gazes toward Jiang Xiaochuan became even more respectful and grateful.

Jiang Xiaochuan had mixed feelings.

This money belongs to Biyao.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and talked with the villagers for a while, asking about the village's current situation. He heard that those who survived back then were doing alright now, which put his mind at ease.