These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

He was my master, the one who led me onto the path of swordsmanship.

How could I forget?

It seems like a long time has passed. The image of him being separated from the heavens forever on the day he failed to ascend is somewhat blurry, but it comes to mind now.

"Master..."

“Qingyan”.

Lu Qingyan could not see her master's face, but could only hear his ethereal voice.

The sound, like the tide, came crashing in from all directions.

"Qingyan, can you still hold on?"

The voice asked this question.

Lu Qingyan opened her eyes, but she could see nothing but emptiness in front of her.

She shook her head, looking somewhat pained.

"This disciple still wishes to persevere... but..."

"If you want to persevere, then persevere."

"But I can't hold on any longer... It hurts so much... I've never felt this pain before, I'm going to die... Master, I'm going to die."

She became somewhat self-destructive.

Perhaps it was under the influence of this voice that sounded like her father's that she revealed her vulnerability, a vulnerability that no one else could understand.

Essentially, she possesses the same vulnerability she had when she was a little girl.

"I want to give up..."

"I don't want to exercise anymore..."

"I don't want to go to the Realm of Gods anymore..."

Countless complaints seemed to tell the story of the hardships she had endured along the way.

"It's so hard... Master, it's so hard... It's really so hard..."

She couldn't even feel her own tears, and her words seemed to be beyond her control.

But the distant voice arrived as expected.

"Is it tough? It is true that life is tough for the living, but I hope this is the best treasure I can leave you. You will become a good teacher, and you must continue on this path. Are you going to give up now and discard everything from the past?"

Lu Qingya was speechless.

An old, weathered voice slowly said, "Life is full of difficulties. For some, simply surviving is hard enough, and cultivating immortality is also difficult. You've overcome so many hardships in life, so what about this one?"

"But this time..."

“This time your disciple is by your side.”

Lu Qingyan closed her eyes.

“I’m not a good master… I’m not as good as you, Master. In fact… I need my disciple’s help with everything. I feel so sorry for him. I don’t want to give up halfway and waste his hard work, but… but I really…”

"There's nothing wrong with that."

The old voice spoke these words in the void.

Lu Qingyan finally saw the light.

The appearance of a familiar figure almost instantly brought tears to Lu Qingyan's eyes.

His figure seemed to appear before me with a soft glow, walking towards me step by step.

He squatted down in front of Lu Qingyan.

He smiled, his face as kind and gentle as ever.

He said with a smile.

"Qingyan, what you like will become your strength, what you worry about will become your goal, and there is one more thing you must promise your master."

Lu Qingyan stared at him blankly.

"Master, you said..."

The old man sighed.

"You must go to the places your teacher has never been. As it turns out, the path your teacher took was wrong, and the path I gave you was even more wrong. So you must forge your own path. Your teacher wants to see... what kind of scenery that is."

Look into the old man's eyes.

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath and then nodded vigorously.

"I...I will definitely go."

"it is good."

The old man nodded, then stood up.

“I will watch closely. Now… keep going. Only when you surpass your teacher can people see that Xiaoyuan Peak is not weak. Xiaoyuan Peak is still alive.”

"They will live...they will live..."

Lu Qingyan murmured to herself.

She began to feel a warm breath flowing through her body.

What returns is not only one's own senses, but also the pain.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

Bubbles rose to the surface, waves rolled, and she emerged from the turbulent waters.

My gaze returned to the room; everything that had just been before seemed like a mere illusion.

Nothing was left; the figure had vanished, and the voice was gone too.

Only pain accompanied her, along with the broad, warm chest behind her.

His words echoed in his ears.

"Master, have another one."

This time, Lu Qingyan raised her aching and tired arm, poured out another pill, and put it between her lips and teeth.

It doesn't need any water; you can eat it directly.

Then the pain returned, like a storm brewing.

"what……!"

Lu Qingyan couldn't help but whisper a shout.

But she stubbornly resisted the urge to escape, and the pain that almost destroyed her continued.

Sweat soaked her naked body.

Wei Tu heard the sound.

"Can you still hold on?"

Lu Qingyan's eyes almost turned bloodshot as she stared intently at the empty wall in front of her.

"Yes...you can continue."

"We can't stop, so Master, you must endure it."

"it is good."

This time, even Wei Tu broke out in a sweat.

His entire body seemed to be soaked in sweat, and a clear, visible current of air emanated from him, evaporating.

It kept rising into the air above and above the two of them.

The room became scorching hot.

Her hair was plastered to her cheeks.

Wei Tu felt his energy rapidly draining away, and he knew... the most crucial part was about to begin.

So he suddenly let go.

Then, leaning back slightly, he pushed Lu Qingyan's prominent spine with his palm.

In that instant.

"boom……!"

It even produced a sound!

Lu Qingyan suddenly felt the sword-shaped bone inside her body shatter instantly.

It was as if it had been broken into countless pieces.

Her pain reached its peak at that moment.

She was in so much pain that she was almost paralyzed and couldn't even make a sound.

She widened her eyes and unconsciously parted her red lips.

But in the next instant...

The energy within his body began to bind together with the sword bone.

Inch by inch, thread by thread, they glued together, as if reshaping it.

splicing.

They transformed into different shapes and then returned to their original positions.

Wei Tu took a deep breath.

"Master, try regulating your breathing."

"..."

Lu Qingyan couldn't speak, but she tried her best to gather her breath and use all her last bit of strength in it.

Then the sword bones began to shine, and light flickered within its body.