Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Qing Ning's eyes were blurred with tears. "Husband, please stop talking. I understand. The sect just stopped me from becoming your Taoist partner. I was already desperate enough inside.

But compared to you, the people closest to you scheme against and betray you time and time again, while the person you like is just trying to gain your strength, I understand that feeling of despair for the whole world!"

Ji Xuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Although the process was beautified, the outline of the matter remained roughly the same. Now that things were out in the open, there shouldn't be any more dramas of chasing his wife to the crematorium, right?

Song Xuan's words "Chasing your wife will lead to the crematorium" actually put a lot of pressure on him.

If others said this, he would just smile and not take it seriously, but since these words came from the mouth of Emperor Song himself, he couldn't help but take them seriously!

The couple hugged each other tightly. In the quiet atmosphere, Qing Ning suddenly spoke, "Husband, what did the emperor mean when he said he hoped your fighting spirit would return?"

Ji Xuanfeng's expression froze, and he was speechless. He knew that Song Xuan was trying to find an excuse for him, but you came up with so many strange terms that it would be a headache for me to explain them.

"I cultivate the martial arts. If there is any difference between me and an orthodox immortal, then I should be considered a war immortal, and I am best at fighting and killing.

But because of my past experiences, my heart of Taoism was damaged, my fighting spirit was weak, and my fighting power dropped significantly.

When you and I met, I was already feeling disheartened and had no attachment to the world.

It was you who brought me hope and made me care about this world again!"

Qing Ning uttered an "oh" as if she understood something, and asked, "Then, my husband, can you recover your fighting spirit?"

"I think I can get it back..." Ji Xuanfeng felt a little uneasy. "During these years with you, I feel that my fighting spirit is constantly awakening. One day, I will be able to return with my fighting spirit!"

Qing Ning's eyes lit up, "Well, uncle, now that your fighting spirit has returned, how strong are you?"

"Very strong!"

"How strong?"

"He's a little worse than Song Xuan, but he's still qualified to be an emperor in Heaven!"

"what?"

Qing Ning was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that even more powerful than the Grand Elder of Fang Xian Sect?"

Ji Xuanfeng nodded, "It may sound a bit arrogant to say that, but the fact is, if my fighting spirit returns, he won't even be qualified to kowtow to me!"

Qing Ning hugged Ji Xuanfeng and laughed, "Then I, Shen Qing Ning, have made a fortune. I picked up a decadent uncle as my husband, but it turns out that the uncle has the potential to become an emperor?"

Ji Xuanfeng laughed, "No, meeting you is a big win for me!"

Shen Qingning pressed her pretty face against Ji Xuanfeng's chest and murmured, "Uncle, can you please wake up soon?"

In the darkness of the night, Ji Xuanfeng's face flickered, and he looked at her with a gloomy gaze. "What do you want to do after you awaken?"

"I want to take you to Fangxian Sect!"

Shen Qingning was very excited and chattered, "I'm going to tell them that I, Shen Qingning, am not wrong, they are the ones who are wrong!

The man I chose is the most perfect person in the world!

I will slap them in the face and make them bow their heads and apologize to me!"

Ji Xuanfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's it? How about I make you a sect leader?"

"I won't do that. If you become the emperor in the future, I can be the empress. Then, whenever I go out, I'll be the empress and my sisters will envy me to death."

Shen Qingning smiled happily. At this moment, she looked more relaxed than ever before, chattering about her dreams for the future.

Ji Xuanfeng was stunned, looking at his wife's girlish excitement and joy, as if he saw again the scenes of his first meeting with Shen Qingning more than a hundred years ago.

...

A hundred years ago, Ji Xuanfeng, whose relationship ended, suffered an unprecedented blow to his self-confidence.

He couldn't accept that his lover valued imperial power more than him, Ji Xuanfeng!

Feeling disheartened, he left the prehistoric continent and headed for the outer space. On a planet called Shuilingxing, he opened a weapon refining shop as a casual cultivator, hoping to use time to soothe his sorrow.

Because of the emotional injury, Ji Xuanfeng had a strange temper. Whenever there were customers coming to his shop, he would offend them all in just a few words. As a result, his small weapon refining shop had no business all year round.

Until that day, heavy snow covered the entire city, and the streets were covered in white. In that freezing cold season, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.

The shop was as empty as usual. Near dusk, Ji Xuanfeng sat in front of the stove, holding a strange story novel in his hand, listening to the howling cold wind outside the shop and reading quietly.

Squeak~~

The door of the shop was suddenly pushed open. Ji Xuanfeng took a look and saw a mount similar to a red-crowned crane circling in the air outside the door. On the back of the crane, a young girl was looking into the shop nervously.

The girl's appearance is not absolutely beautiful, but she is also pretty and lovely, especially her snow-white skin, which is bright and white under the snow.

Ji Xuanfeng only glanced at her and then looked away. With his state of mind, women were like floating clouds to him. He just asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

The girl was a little nervous, "Um, uncle, can you refine magic weapons here?"

Ji Xuanfeng hummed, "Did you bring the materials?"

"Take it, take it!"

Upon hearing that she could refine magic weapons, the girl immediately got down from the red-crowned crane with joy, patted the snowflakes off her body, then raised her hand and breathed into the shop.

"Uncle, how much do you charge for refining magic weapons? I'm just a young cultivator who just formed a pill, and I'm so poor."

Ji Xuanfeng said calmly, "Those who refine treasures don't talk about money, they only talk about fate!"

"Uncle, how much karma do you need to help me refine treasures?"

"Eighteen thousand fate!"

Chapter 1212 Ye Gucheng who never gives up!

The girl was lively and after a brief moment of surprise, she began to bargain.

But Ji Xuanfeng, a veteran, just lay on the bench with a very clear attitude: you can practice it if you want, but if you don’t want to, get out and don’t disturb me while I’m reading.

After failing to bargain, the girl took out a pile of materials from her storage bag and placed them on the ground. Then she asked hesitantly, "Uncle, I only have one set of materials. Can you help me refine a set of flying sword magic weapons?

If it is possible, then eighteen thousand connections are not impossible!"

Ji Xuanfeng glanced at the materials on the ground. They were all ordinary materials, neither more nor less, just enough to refine nine flying swords.

He chuckled, "No wonder you came to me. There aren't many things to offer, but the requirements are high. There's no profit at all. You've been turned down a lot in other refinery shops, haven't you?"

As we all know, refining weapons and making pills are very lucrative professions.

When looking for someone to refine pills and weapons, according to the rules of the cultivation world, at least three sets of spare materials must be prepared.

If the refining is successful, the weapon refiner or alchemist will not refund the extra materials. In addition, a considerable refining fee must be paid.

Isn’t it very unfair?

Even for this, you still have to see the person's mood. You have to go to their house and beg them to take time out to refine it for you. A famous alchemist or weapon refiner is not someone that ordinary cultivators can meet just by wanting to.

Only a weapon refiner like Ji Xuanfeng, who has no business for many years and does not rely on this business for a living, would not care about these unspoken rules. Otherwise, if this girl were to change shops, she would be kicked out as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Wait!" Ji Xuanfeng sneered, but did not chase anyone out. He put away the refining materials and walked towards the refining room.

Half an hour later, nine green flying swords were floating around him. With a wave of his sleeves, all the flying swords fell in front of the girl.

The girl happily put away the flying sword, unable to let it go. Then she carefully took out 18,000 spirit stones from her storage bag and placed them on the counter.

"Uncle, we've cleared the relationship. We'll meet again someday!"

...

From then on, the girl would come to this small refining shop every six months, one or two years.

Her cultivation was constantly improving, and her demand for magic weapons became higher and higher, but every time, Ji Xuanfeng remained silent. After negotiating the price, he went to the backyard to refine the weapons.

After so many times, the girl became less reserved towards this taciturn uncle. Sometimes after getting a magic weapon, she would not leave, but liked to stay in the shop and chatter about her experiences over the years.

"Uncle, last time the sect organized us to go on an experience training trip, I killed eight mountain monsters by myself and was awarded the title of the sect's honored disciple!"

"Uncle, I broke through the Spiritual Transformation Stage in just ten years and am now an inner disciple!"

"Uncle, I know you have a kind heart. I will now make up for the materials I owed you."

"Uncle, you're actually quite good-looking, but a little sloppy. Let me help you comb your hair!"

...

"Uncle, we have known each other for sixty years. My name is Shen Qingning. What's your name?"

"Uncle, I've broken through to the Fusion Realm. I stole a jar of good wine from my master. Do you want to celebrate with me?"

Uncle, uncle, uncle...

Ji Xuanfeng had become accustomed to this optimistic and cheerful girl, who would appear in his shop from time to time, telling him stories about her happy or boring experiences, regardless of whether he liked it or not.

In this girl, he saw a hint of an old friend.

I still remember the first time I met Victoria Song, she was just like this girl, chattering behind her brother Song Xuan, not caring whether Song Xuan liked to listen or not, just talking to herself, and when she talked about something interesting, she would laugh alone for a while.

It is said that emotions are contagious, and Ji Xuanfeng believes it.

His gloomy mood became much lighter.

Ever since this girl named Shen Qingning appeared in his life from time to time over the past hundred years, he hasn't thought about the royal princess of Da Shang for a long time.

Until this day, it was another windy and snowy evening. Shen Qingning, exhausted, pushed open the door of the shop. She was covered in the cold wind and snow, and her pretty face was less cheerful than before and had a hint of gloom.

"Uncle, I have transcended the tribulation and become an immortal, and my master has arranged a marriage for me!"

She wiped the snow off her face, a hint of shyness on her pretty face, and smiled tenderly, "Uncle, let's elope! Leave Shuiling Star and go to a place where the sect will never find us!"

Ji Xuanfeng was stunned. Looking at the girl who was a little shy in anticipation, his heart started beating wildly for no reason and he nodded as if possessed.

"Okay!"

There was no hero saving the beauty, no sword-drawing to help, and no heart-wrenching separations of life and death. The two had never even expressed love before.

But even so, Ji Xuanfeng agreed.

It's nothing, he has already gotten used to this girl who appears in his life from time to time and brings him laughter.

I also understand how determined the other person was when he or she said the word "elope"!

......

While Ji Xuanfeng was recalling the past events with his wife, Song Xuan had already started drinking and chatting with Ye Gucheng.

"Old Ye, it must have been hundreds of years since we last met, right?"

"Yes!"

Ye Gucheng glanced at his wife Shi Feixuan, who was pouring wine beside him, and said with emotion: "Although we often communicate and chat, it has been more than 800 years since we last met.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, we have become old guys who have lived for thousands of years.

If this person were still in the lower realm, at this age, he would be at the level of an ancestor! "

Song Xuan chuckled, "That's you. I'm not old. In the prehistoric world, a thousand years old is just a rookie. Many creatures without orthodox cultivation methods can't even reach the threshold of transcending tribulation and becoming immortals after a thousand years!"

Ye Gucheng nodded and said, "Honghuang is a stage for geniuses, but for ordinary creatures, it is actually very depressing."

He downed the wine in his cup in one gulp. "Song Xuan, over the past few hundred years, I've heard your reputation so much that my ears are almost callused. Sometimes, I wish I were you. Just imagining that glorious moment of your palm shattering the sky makes my blood boil and my sword intent surge!"

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Human imagination has its limits. It's impossible to imagine things that have never been seen. How about this, when I appear before others in the future, I will record it in advance with projection and leave a copy for you later."

Ye Gucheng's arm holding the wine glass trembled for a moment, but he regained his composure after only a moment.

"That's good. Learning never ends. It's naturally beneficial to learn more new things."

"Song Xuan, I admit that you are moving faster than me, but I am confident that with the sword in my hand, sooner or later, I can reach the level of the Great Emperor!

One day, I, Ye Gucheng, will also shatter the heavens with one sword and reveal the sainthood of the heavens!"

Chapter 1213 Great Zhou Taizu, Emperor Xuanyuan

Song Xuan loves bragging to Ye Gucheng the most.

As Song Xuan's strength and status continued to improve, those old friends gradually became estranged from each other.

Even though Song Xuan didn't care about the difference in status, it was difficult for them to have a conversation about many things.

When the gap is big enough, no matter how good the relationship was, it will gradually become unfamiliar and drift apart.

But Ye Gucheng is different.

This man recognizes the gap between him and Song Xuan, but he has a strong character and is extremely strong inside. While acknowledging the gap, he also has a sword heart that refuses to admit defeat and dares to catch up!

Just as Ye Gucheng said before,