Immortal Mystery Sequence: I Establish a Divine Duty for Heaven and Earth

Chapter 80 Seventh Grade Perfection Imminent, a Promise to Meet Again (First Update, Seeking Subscription!)

Jiangzhai, quiet room.

Swish!

Jiang Tu suddenly opened his eyes, still sleepy and confused, and slowly looked around before sitting up.

The bedroom was empty, and there was no one beside the bed.

"Hiss—what's going on?"

In a daze, he felt as if he had forgotten something—he pinched his forehead and brow, thinking hard but unable to grasp the meaning.

Followed by.

Jin Ce, deep within his consciousness, trembled slightly.

A gentle, invisible, humming spiritual energy washes away the lingering turmoil, and the memories that were forcibly erased come rushing back, each scene as clear as yesterday, fleeting like smoke, appearing one after another before my eyes like a revolving lantern in a legend.

Swish!

He instantly became alert and sat up abruptly.

In the dim light, he caught a wisp of ancient Daoist charm drifting away, with traces remaining in the wind—without thinking further, he immediately merged into the earth!

As the room blazed with green light, the Great Earth Escape Technique was instantly activated, and the trail was broken!

Swish swish!

In the blink of an eye, they had chased for hundreds of miles. The scenery receded, and all was silent. Yet the vast atmosphere quickly faded and disappeared without a trace.

He relied on the earth's diffusion of perception to search carefully for a long time, looking around and chasing for hundreds of miles.

On the ground, underground, in the sky, and in the water, even digging three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in the earth would yield no trace.

They chased after him all night long.

When dawn broke, Jiang Tu returned to the streets of Xiaopei County, looking utterly dejected.

Just then, a familiar neighbor walked towards him. The man was taken aback at first, then his expression turned solemn, and he bowed deeply, saying earnestly, "Mr. Jiang—please accept my condolences!"

Jiang Tu asked in surprise, "Consolation—? Consolation for what?"

The man sighed and said, "Everyone in this area knows that your wife was still young when she suddenly fell ill and passed away. You and your wife were very close, so you are naturally very saddened. Well, I shouldn't have brought this up. Please don't take offense, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Tu stood there in a daze for a long time, watching the person walk away with his head down and no words in his eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to have a realization. He walked along the road and asked more than a dozen people, neighbors, farmers in the fields, shopkeepers, but not a single person remembered Zhou Ning'e's name.

Everyone only vaguely knew that Master Jiang had a wife who had given birth to a chubby little boy for him.

Jiang Liu's name is now widely known in Xiaopei County.

However, no one knew anything about Jiang Ye's wife, the Madam of the Jiang residence. They could only give vague answers. When asked further, they simply changed the subject, as if they had completely forgotten about the matter.

In the eyes of these people, Jiang Tu's sudden extravagance—a ten-day banquet with a troupe of opera singers—was merely a way to mourn his deceased wife.

Jiang Tu remained silent for a moment, his mood growing heavier. He refused to believe in evil spirits and drove to the Zhou residence.

The wealthy Zhou was old and frail, his beard white and his face etched with wrinkles, but fortunately, he was still quite spry.

Upon seeing him, she showed a hint of sadness on her face and took the initiative to comfort him, saying, "My dear son-in-law, do not grieve! In this world, life and death, separation and joy are never in our control—we are both already this old, how many more days can we live? It's just that we will soon be able to get out of bed and join her—you two have been so close and intimate throughout your lives, and I am very happy to see it."

"You have never wronged my Ning—my daughter, you can rest in peace."

Jiang Tu's heart tightened, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly asked, "Father-in-law, do you also believe Ning'e is gone?"

Zhou, the wealthy man, was taken aback: "Ning'e—? Who is Ning'e?"

"If Ning'e isn't your daughter, then who is?!"

"This—this—" Zhou the wealthy man was momentarily stunned. After thinking blankly for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Oh right, what was my daughter's name again? People really get useless when they get old, their memory is getting worse and worse—how come they can't remember anything?"

He hesitated briefly, but then stopped dwelling on it and looked at Jiang Tu with suspicion.

"My dear son-in-law, what brings you here today?"

Jiang Tu: ".——"

He felt an indescribable weariness.

They're here, they've finally come!

Although he had made such preparations well in advance, he still felt a sense of desolation when the event suddenly occurred.

So that ancient inheritance was so thorough! It took Ning'e away without a sound, and effortlessly erased all traces of her existence in the world, even her dearest and most beloved biological father didn't remember her!

Without Jin Ce by his side, he would probably be just like everyone else, unable to recall anything at all.

He left behind a few more carefully prepared, high-quality pills for prolonging life, and then stepped out of the Jiang residence.

On his way home, he was still unwilling to give up.

Ordinary people no longer remember Ning E, but what about that disciple with Taoist cultivation?

That ancient tradition must have originated from Taoism, right?

He returned to the Jiang residence and focused his mind to sense the surroundings; the spiritual energy of the earth instantly spread outwards.

Swish swish!

Soon, he saw the Taoist spy hiding in the shadows, who was just a young disciple who had received the teachings once. He was yawning listlessly, doing nothing, holding a notebook in his hand, and occasionally picking up a pen to take notes.

Jiang Tu silently sensed the words in the book, and suddenly saw—[Master Jiang mourns his deceased wife with a ten-day extravagant performance, a once-in-a-lifetime display of lavishness. Quite the romantic, isn't he? But what's the point of staring at this old fellow all day? He'd be better off listening to music in a brothel!]

Jiang Tu:

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That's enough, he stopped insisting! At least this wasn't a separation of life and death, nor a permanent farewell between husband and wife.

If there is a chance in the future, perhaps we will meet again. Why be sad?

A moment later, inside the Jiang residence.

He paced around, passing through the covered walkways, the goldfish pond, and several courtyards, with many servants moving about as he made his plans.

Next, I must diligently cultivate myself, quickly acquire the ability to rival that ancient heritage, and then seek the truth of the ancient forbidden land's heritage, finding a way to rescue Ning'e.

But when he walked in the courtyard, he saw Ning'e's shadow everywhere in the huge Jiang residence.

She was clearly not there, yet it seemed like she was everywhere.

What left him speechless was that even his most trusted housekeeper, Xianggua, had disappeared.

Sure enough, the melon was also with Ning'e!

Now, in this Jiang residence, besides the bean soldiers he created by scattering beans, who else can he trust?

Hesitantly returned to his bedroom, where he inadvertently noticed a letter lying on the table.

A thick stack of paper, wrapped in white paper, unsigned, could not possibly be a message from an insect spirit.

Ning'e! It was left behind by Ning'e!

chug!

Jiang Tu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately picked up the letter and opened it.

This is not just a letter; it reads more like a diary, written over a long period of time. The handwriting is initially neat and elegant, then becomes more relaxed and natural, and finally appears somewhat hasty and sloppy.

It spans at least several decades, recording the couple's many years of working together and sharing joys and sorrows.

The first half is mostly filled with sweet nothings between husband and wife, written a few years after their marriage, when she was only 18. If you had read it in your younger years, you would have found it incredibly sweet and delightful. But now that you're older, it feels a bit cloying and awkward. There is a lot of girlish charm and admiration in her writing.

She mentioned that she was uneasy when she first got married, fearing that she had been promised a husband who was not a good person. She gradually felt at ease afterward, and later she developed more love and reluctance to part with him.

Later, at the age of thirty-seven, she learned of Jiang Tu's identity as a Daoist cultivator.

she says.

"At first, I thought I had just chosen a safe and secure home, but as time went on, I realized that my husband's kindness towards me was hidden in the little things of daily life, without a sound, but like spring rain nourishing things silently. I used to only know about loving couples in stories, who were all lovey-dovey, but now I understand that a husband and wife are two people who sit together, without any communication, yet understand each other perfectly and cherish each other's hearts."

"My husband is a cultivator of the agricultural path, and has attained longevity—when my youth fades, there will come a day when I will no longer be able to stay by my husband's side."

"If I could, I would truly wish to dedicate the best years of my life to my husband, hoping that he would never see me grow old and faded, with my hair turned white as frost. There is no crueler thing in the world than this. If I see in the mirror that I am haggard and old one day, I will leave, leaving only my most beautiful image in my husband's heart, so that he will never forget me for all eternity."

Later, when she was nearly fifty, her words became less tender and more full of admonitions and expectations.

She wrote about his character, saying that he was passionate, steadfast, and single-minded, and was by no means a fickle person. She also advised him that if she left, her husband might never marry and have children again. The matter of continuing the family line was not important to Taoist cultivators, but it was quite important to agricultural cultivators.

"My husband need not think of me, nor be fixated on me alone."

"I have been born into a perfect life, and I will leave this world in a perfect way. I have no regrets about spending my life with my husband. If I meet a good man, you need not ask me. I will be willing. If I can see my husband happy, I will be happy even if we are separated by life and death."

Dozens of pages, decades of hard work, record her life's emotions.

Jiang Tu patiently read through the pages, and before he knew it, his face was covered in tears, and he was sobbing uncontrollably.

Humans are not plants, trees, or saints; how can they be without feelings?

Young couples grow old together, and today they are suddenly separated. The paper is filled with words of deep affection. Not to mention him, even an outsider would find it hard to bear.

Towards the end, the handwriting became much more illegible, and one could vaguely discern a great deal of unease and anxiety.

It was clearly written after the Enlightenment Pill failed to achieve enlightenment.

"My lord, lately I have felt increasingly unwell. I can vaguely hear many hallucinatory sounds, hear swords clanging, and see many illusions, as if many memories that do not belong to me are rushing in all at once."

"My husband seems to be unable to hear or see. I do not want him to worry about me, so I can only pretend not to know. I suppose you must have sensed that you suddenly want to take me to travel around the world—yes, what need is there for words between us to understand each other so perfectly?"

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"I must go now, my husband."

"It seems I must depart! There seems to be some irresistible force in the world calling me; I must leave."

"If I am not seen for a day, my husband, please do not be anxious. This may be a good thing for me. At least I will not die because of old age, and at least we may meet again in the future."

"If my husband sees me elsewhere in the future, even if I don't remember you, I beg you to come closer and say my name."

"I will remember, I will recall, I definitely will."

The last few lines, with no ink remaining, appear to have been written at the very last moment before parting.

"If after I leave, no one in the world will remember me, and no one will see this letter again. Perhaps then my husband will no longer feel sorrow, nor will he be troubled and infatuated because of me. The only thing I can do is promise my husband that if it is unavoidable that he will forget me, then I will personally erase his memory and I will be his wife again—"

"This parting may be forever. My husband, I hope you take good care of yourself. Even if you no longer remember me, as long as you live a happy life, I will have no regrets."

Every word and phrase is deeply moving and unforgettable.

Jiang Tu remained silent, lost in thought.

a few days later.

Jiang Tu walked out of the quiet room, sat there for a long time without sleeping or resting, and finally let out a long sigh.

Swish!

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of pages of family letters fluttered and scattered in the wind, sparks rose, and in an instant, they turned to ashes and scattered.

After the initial grief, the sorrowful parting in his eyes gradually turned sharp, and not a trace of sadness remained.

I have never felt so determined.

No matter how difficult it may be, he will find Ning'e and rescue her from that ancient legacy.

Breakthrough!

He's about to break through!

Swish!

With a thought, he summoned the sequence panel, which shimmered with golden light—

Lifespan: 72/158

"Cultivation Level: Rank 7 - Imperial Herbalist (9976/15000) → (14892/15000)"

He was just one step away from achieving the seventh rank of perfection, practically within reach!

He has already taken control of Panlong Root and has been preparing for the breakthrough in the past year or two.

Now that my mind is made up, the gate to the sixth rank before me has faded from the blur and is becoming clearer.

Swish.

He took out the bag of aged soybeans and, with a clatter, poured all 230 refined aged soybeans, which the couple had carefully selected and nurtured, onto the table.

The table was bathed in a soft, warm glow.

He carefully selected a few of them, their color deep and lustrous like jade, subtly radiating a profound spiritual energy. These were the oldest pieces, the oldest being ninety-two years old.

With just two or three more years of nurturing, it will achieve the results of a century!

It's time to prepare for seclusion!