The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"Xiaoyi?"

"haven't seen you for a long time?"

"Did I hear that right?"

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Li and the others, who were constantly in communication, exchanged glances and saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

Who exactly is qualified to address Shangguan Wanyi in this way?

Lin Xiaoman picked up half a watermelon at some point and started eating it with a spoon. "Delicious, so delicious! It's an amazing watermelon. Why couldn't I have eaten one in my past life?"

Ye Li: ...

An Changmin: ...

Dr. Wang: ...

Boom!

Ye Li smacked Lin Xiaoman on the head with a heavy blow, "If you want to eat melons, go eat them over there. Don't keep us from listening to gossip... no, I mean, from gathering information!"

Judging from Chen Xuan's melancholy tone, could he and Shangguan Wanyi have been lovers in their past lives?

If that's true, it would be an absolutely earth-shattering piece of news!

Our junior sister Lu Yao looked tense and sized up the woman who had suddenly appeared.

The other person was dressed in a simple and elegant style, with gentle and graceful features, fair skin, and an air of scholarly refinement.

She stood there quietly, exuding a cool yet gentle temperament, radiating a noble and serene charm, and possessing an ancient elegance.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

At this moment, Shangguan Wanyi seemed to wake up from a dream, completely losing the composure and calmness she had in Jiangnan, and became visibly flustered.

"You...you are..."

She wanted to confirm something, but hesitated to do so.

At this moment, Tai Xuan Sword recognized the woman and quickly ran to Shangguan Wanyi's side, lightly tapping her twice with the tip of its sword.

"What does this mean?"

Down the mountain, Ye Li and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. Could it be that this immortal sword was going to recognize Shangguan Wanyi as its master?

Shangguan Wanyi smiled and familiarly extended both hands to hold the Tai Xuan Sword in her hands.

[Yes, that's the feeling!]

The Tai Xuan Sword let out a satisfied hum, hovering in the air. It felt so comfortable to have someone holding it.

Thousands of years have passed, and this woman seems to still remember.

"hiss--"

A series of gasps of surprise rang out, and Lin Xiaoman stopped eating the melon.

This...this isn't recognizing a master...this is holding a sword...this gesture is clearly more like that of a follower!

Only now, meeting Chen Xuan's familiar gaze, did Shangguan Wanyi dare to confirm it, without hesitation or doubt.

Her voice trembled with excitement, "Sir, it really is you!"

Only you, sir, could command such awe from the Tai Xuan Sword.

This moment.

The calm and decisive female official who followed the Empress in Jiangnan and fought on all sides is no more; all that remains is a maid who misses her master whom she has not seen for a long time.

"Hmm, it seems you've been doing quite well since then."

Chen Xuan nodded to her.

This girl possesses a long and deep aura, an innate noble air, and a hint of purple, indicating that she holds a position of great power and influence, second only to the emperor.

"Sir, where did you go back then? Xiaoyi has been searching for you for five hundred years, but she has never been able to find any trace of you."

"Enter the world, cultivate oneself, and attain enlightenment," Chen Xuan replied.

"Then why is your appearance and demeanor different, and even your spiritual fluctuations have become completely different?"

"My cultivation is rather unique. Every time I complete a new realm, I must re-enter the world with a new identity," Chen Xuan replied.

Experience the world with a calm mind, and comprehend the great Dao through fleeting life.

One life, one purpose; all lives, all paths lead back to one purpose.

This is the path he chose, and also the unique Daoist meaning he gleaned from the Daoist canon.

"Besides—"

"All things are subject to the myriad aspects of human life. Every life and every identity is me; there is no difference between them."

Chen Xuan smiled faintly, "Of course, the me now is the real me."

Shangguan Wanyi seemed to understand but couldn't stop nodding, "What the master said is all correct."

Appearance and demeanor can change, and even the fluctuations of one's soul can be altered, but that touching heart will never change.

The gentleman remained as carefree and elegant as ever... no, he was far superior to before, his ethereal aura was extraordinary.

"Senior brother, what is your relationship with her...?"

At this moment, Lu Yao asked the question she cared about most.

Ye Li and the others perked up and immediately pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

Before Chen Xuan could answer, Shangguan Wanyi took the lead in performing the sword-holding salute, saying, "I am your sword-bearing maid. More than eight thousand years ago, I had the honor of traveling the world with you."

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—"

This time, it was four "Holy crap!" sounds uttered simultaneously.

An Changmin, Ye Li, and Dr. Wang were so shocked their scalps tingled, while Lin Xiaoman's "Holy crap!" was the final, most sublime expression, reaching the highest pitch.

"Shang...Shangguan Wanyi, in her previous life, she was a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of her cultivation, but she was merely his maid, and only responsible for carrying his sword?"

"Do these words, when put together, truly mean what I understand?"

Even if Lin Xiaoman had a good appetite at this moment, she couldn't eat the melon in her hand anymore, and she looked uncomfortable.

Because she felt that the world was becoming increasingly insane, to the point that it frightened her.

When I was first reincarnated, I thought that with the cultivation of my Nascent Soul in my previous life, I could act like a tyrant in the modern world.

But to my surprise, the reincarnated ones were all monsters.

The demons within the Taiping Cult and the Blood Soul Hall are all terrifyingly powerful.

This place is terrifying!

……

Qingzhou, Lingxiao Office.

An Changmin and the others paced anxiously in circles, having been waiting there since dawn.

"It's out!"

"Prefect Shangguan Wanyi's autobiography has been officially released!"

Someone exclaimed excitedly and quickly accessed the internal network.

Almost simultaneously, everyone stared intently at the large screen in front of them.

In the present era, any famous person who is reincarnated into the modern world will recount their past life experiences by publishing an autobiography.

Firstly, it is to sort out the chaotic memories, consolidate the newly recovered soul, gain the approval of heaven and earth, and become closer to spiritual energy.

Secondly, it is to unite faith, gather fortune, lay the foundation for one's own cultivation, and occupy a place in this era of great strife.

My autobiography, "I Hold the Long Sword for My Teacher"!

"What a straightforward, simple, and pure autobiographical title..." Lin Xiaoman exclaimed.

"Speak less, read quietly!"

Ye Li forcefully closed her mouth, staring intently at the words that were gradually emerging.

[Born in the 89th year of the Sword Dao Era, from the Dayong Dynasty, into a scholarly family, enjoying a life of luxury and wealth.]

At sixteen, my family suffered a sudden tragedy. My father was convicted of treason and the entire family was executed overnight.

I managed to escape by sheer luck, disguising myself and begging along the way, but under the Emperor's Aura Tracking Technique, I was still unable to hide and was relentlessly pursued.

[A hundred years into the era of swordsmanship, severely wounded, he escaped to the riverbank and encountered a young man offering a ferry; it only cost five coins to cross the river.]

After a moment's hesitation, I refused, abandoned my escape plan, and advised him to leave as soon as possible to avoid trouble.

Because I knew that if the young man boarded the boat and crossed the river, he would surely be killed!

After five years on the run, my heart is dead, filled with despair, and I don't want to implicate any more innocent people.

"It's here!"

"Chen Xuan has appeared!"

"That ferryman must be Chen Xuan!" Lin Xiaoman exclaimed.

No one was distracted or paid any attention to her; they remained focused on the autobiography.

They were eager to know about Chen Xuan and Shangguan Wanyi's experiences, and even more eager to know about Chen Xuan's deeds!