In the world of cultivation, one grinds for proficiency and longevity.

The Fang family, the leaders of the martial arts alliance, are located in Xiangshui City, Chenzhou Prefecture.

With its convenient transportation by land and water, this place was once a hub of martial arts gatherings, a lively and bustling place.

When Chen Changqing revisited the place, he found it rather desolate. Upon inquiring, he learned that Fang Changwei, the leader of the martial arts alliance, had not been involved in the affairs of the martial arts world recently and seemed to be considering stepping down.

Rumor has it that he was worried about his only daughter.

"What happened to his daughter?"

Chen Changqing asked the old man on the street.

"Just infatuation," the old man shook his head and sighed softly. "There's nothing wrong with being infatuated, but if you meet the wrong person, then it's a huge mistake!"

"Met the wrong person?"

"That's right! Meeting someone in white can ruin your life!" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, young master, you're also dressed in white. Could it be...?"

"How could that be? I'm just a passerby, how could I possibly compare to that young master?!"

Chen Changqing was genuinely guilty.

"I don't think you're any different. I've heard that young master Chen is an exceptional individual, a 21-year-old at the Innate Realm, and three years ago, he entered the world of cultivation to seek immortality!"

"However," the old man seemed to be impressed by Chen Changqing's impressive aura, and looked him up and down again, "Young master, you are not bad either!"

Chen Changqing nodded his thanks and then turned to leave.

What is love in this world, that it can make one vow to die for it? Like a pair of lovers flying across the vast land, their old wings have weathered countless seasons…

Behind them, the old man's weathered ballads gradually drifted up.

Upon hearing this, Chen Changqing unconsciously sank deeper into the mud.

Before long, he stepped into the Fang family's house.

"It's you?!" Fang Changwei rushed towards Chen Changqing the moment he saw him, grabbing his shoulders like eagle claws. "Changqing, you've come to marry Qingxue? You must have come to marry Qingxue, right?!"

Fang Changwei was emotional and his speech was somewhat incoherent.

Seeing the latter gently shake his head, he frantically gathered his inner strength into his hands, shouting, "You heartless bastard, I'll kill you with one blow!"

Upon seeing this, Lao Liu and A Ping, the trusted members of the family, quickly stepped forward and forcefully pulled them apart, shouting, "Leader, don't be impulsive! The other party is an immortal!"

Fang Changwei then came to his senses, looked at the young man whose aura was in no way inferior to his own, and cupped his hands, saying, "It was my rudeness, please forgive me, Immortal Chen."

His attitude was completely different from before.

"Uncle Fang... Alliance Leader Fang, please don't do this, it's embarrassing for Changqing. Changqing has come to repay a debt of gratitude." Chen Changqing slowly reached into his robes, "I brought you some gifts."

"Repay a debt of gratitude? You don't owe me anything. Just leave."

Fang Changwei waved his hand dismissively.

This put Chen Changqing in an awkward position.

Fortunately, Old Liu was a very discerning person. "Alliance Leader, the things of the immortals are not like those of the mortal world. Do not disappoint the immortals' wishes."

After saying this, he and A-Ping called for their servants to leave.

Chen Changqing then presented the gift.

"Here are five hundred taels of gold and six pills for strengthening the body and prolonging life. If taken properly, they can extend one's life by thirty to fifty years. In addition, these two pills for maintaining youth for ten years are for Qingxue. Please give them to her."

No matter how skilled a person is in martial arts, once they reach a certain age, their physical functions decline, and they can't deny that they're getting old.

The gifts Chen Changqing gave Fang Changwei truly stirred his heart.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

After a moment, Chen Changqing thought for a moment, then took out three more low-level talismans. "If you encounter villains trying to steal the treasure, you can activate the talismans to kill them!"

Having said that, he turned and left.

"Wait a minute," Fang Changwei called out to him.

"Does the Alliance Leader have any further instructions?" Chen Changqing turned around.

At this moment, Chen Changqing only regarded himself as a junior to the person who had done him a great favor, completely forgetting that he was a cultivator and a high and mighty immortal.

What are your instructions?

He was humble and unassuming, never belittling others because of his own status; no wonder Qingxue fell deeply in love with him…

If I were a woman, I'm afraid I'd also have a good impression of him...

This made Fang Changwei sigh inwardly.

When Chen Changqing took out the gift earlier, he wanted him to personally deliver it to his daughter.

To make my daughter happy for a while.

Fang Changwei was also afraid that after Chen Changqing left, his daughter would be even more heartbroken and her condition would worsen.

So, he ultimately didn't speak.

Now he finally made up his mind: "Changqing, Qingxue is in the back mountain. Take the Youth-Preserving Pill to her."

Go ahead, just follow your heart, don't feel any guilt.

Chen Changqing felt bad upon hearing that she wasn't doing well and wanted to visit her. However, as the "instigator" of the situation, and with her father not speaking up, he couldn't very well offer to go ahead with it: "Okay."

The hill behind is covered with lush trees, birdsong, and fragrant flowers, seemingly a paradise on earth.

In the middle of a sea of ​​flowers, there is a small wooden house.

On a small patch of land outside the wooden house, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, incredibly beautiful, was playing in the mud, mixing mud with water.

She rolled up her arms, barefoot, revealing her fair, flawless, and supple skin, like a peeled lychee.

He didn't care that the mud, thick or thin, got stuck on his clothes and face; he was just focused on sculpting little clay figures.

It seems that all she sees is clay figurines.

Around her, on chairs, on large rocks, in the open space in front of the door, and on the roof of the wooden house, were rows of clay figures the size of fists.

The little clay figures are all in different poses, handsome in appearance, and lifelike.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that all the clay figures covering the hillside were of the same person—

Who else could it be but Chen Changqing?

Chen Changqing saw the girl in the mountains talking to the clay figure, sometimes muttering to herself, sometimes laughing foolishly, and sometimes looking like she was both laughing and crying, completely unlike her former happy and lively self.

A certain string hidden deep within my heart seemed to have been plucked hard.

"Who is it? Didn't I tell everyone not to disturb me? You accidentally ruined my precious little clay figure, can you afford to pay for it?"

Fang Qingxue said without turning her head after hearing the footsteps.

His voice was like heavenly music, yet it also carried an undeniable air of authority.

"It's me," Chen Changqing said calmly, trying to suppress his emotions.

Pfft!

Fang Qingxue's delicate body trembled, and the clay figure in her hand fell to the ground, landing on her foot without her noticing.

She turned around slowly, somewhat incredulous, and when she saw that it really was the person she had been thinking about day and night, she instantly felt an urge to rush into his arms.

But after taking only two steps, she abruptly stopped—

The unique aura of immortality emanating from Chen Changqing might seem impressive and awe-inspiring to others, but to Fang Qingxue, it was an invisible, intangible, and unfathomable barrier.

In addition, Fang Qingxue was not dressed up at the time and was covered in dirt and mud, which made her feel even more flustered and uncertain.

At this moment, a sense of inferiority even arose in her heart.

Who would believe that?!

Fang Qingxue, the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader and one of the four beauties of the mortal world, would actually feel inferior because of the arrival of a man?!

In the end, the longing was reduced to nothing more than a simple greeting: "Why are you here? Are you alright?"

"I came to see you." Chen Changqing gazed at her, a strange emotion rising within him, but he didn't take another step forward. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I... am fine too."

Fang Qingxue, with her keen senses, noticed that Chen Changqing was deliberately keeping his distance, and her heart sank to the bottom.

After speaking, he turned his back and began to sculpt a small clay figure as if no one else was around, seemingly in a fit of pique.

"Why are you making these? This person... doesn't deserve this!" Chen Changqing looked at the countless clay figures and felt increasingly guilty.