While Yang Jian was in seclusion at the Graveyard of the Sorcerer, Wen Qingling had been cultivating in the Ping Tian Sword Sect. She was already over twenty years old.
In the past, when the demon Dao burned down the border city, Wen Qingling's life fell from being the center of attention and into hell …
That was the most painful and helpless period of her life. Yang Jian appeared out of nowhere and saved her life. Naturally, he left a deep impression in her heart.
However, she was too sad at that time and did not have the chance to thank Yang Jian. When she came back to her senses, she had already entered the Ping Tian Sword Sect and become the disciple of a female cultivator.
Later on, Wen Qingling confirmed with Fu Dongliu that the person Yang Jian crushed with a rock was the person who killed her family.
As Wen Qingling washed her face with tears, she felt even more grateful to Yang Jian. She kept thinking about him and wanted to express her gratitude to him.
Gratitude was like admiration. Admiration could easily turn into love, and gratitude could easily turn into feelings.
During those years, she was taken care of by Fu Dongliu and received the attention of the sect. Gradually, she walked out of the dark clouds.
Sixteen or seventeen years old was the age of romance.
Although the male disciples of the Ping Tian Sword Sect tried to be nice to Wen Qingling, she had Fu Dongliu's support. Thus, she ignored them and focused on cultivating.
She rejected her master who came to persuade her to choose a Dao companion. She said, "I admire the Dao and do not think about anything else."
Actually, it was not that she did not think about anything else. She clearly had a secret desire in her heart and could not let go of the young man.
Wen Qingling had an excellent physique and her cultivation progressed rapidly. She was known as the 'Second Qinglian' in the Ping Tian Sword Sect and was valued by the sect. With Fu Dongliu's help, naturally, no one could force her to become a Dao companion.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Wen Qingling was like a blooming orchid.
Previously, she had encountered a great calamity and had no one to rely on. This had obliterated her arrogant and willful temperament. She had become gentle and somewhat sentimental.
Three years of secluded cultivation had given her the temperament of a cultivator. Her bones were soft and tender, which made people feel sorry for her.
The disciples of the Ping Tian Sword Sect all knew that her family had died and thought that she was sad.
But who knew that the worry and resentment in her heart was actually because she missed the youth for so long?
That yearning continued to ferment and brew, and it had already become her inner demon. Since he couldn't hear any news about the young man, he just wanted to go down the mountain to look for him again.
She knew in her heart that Yang Jian was not an ordinary person, so she did not dare to have any improper thoughts. She only wanted to express her belated gratitude.
He had never thought that the next time they met, it would be when the Leveling Heaven Sword Sect was destroyed.
The youth walked over step by step, and with a punch and a palm, he killed the sect's legend, Fairy Qing Lian.
At that time, Wen Qingling and the weaker disciples of the sect hid in a high place and watched from afar.
When she saw Yang Jian's departing figure, her face was already covered in tears, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him.
After that, Young Master Xiao gave the order for the cultivators to surround and attack the Leveling Heaven Sword Gate. After Fu Dongliu was severely injured, he protected the disciples and escaped. Along the way, only six or seven disciples survived. Wen Qingling was lucky enough to escape with her life.
They concealed themselves and found a town to hide in. After a period of time, Young Master Xiao suddenly disappeared, and they heard the news about the Heaven Rift Valley's Daoist Scripture.
Fu Dongliu wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kill a few loose cultivators who surrounded and attacked the Leveling Heaven Sword Gate to take revenge. Wen Qingling had the highest cultivation among the remaining disciples, so she strongly requested to go with him.
Then, the two of them mingled at the edge of the loose cultivators and saw Yang Jian being chased for a thousand miles.
Fu Dongliu wanted to save him immediately, even if he had to risk his life.
However, Wen Qingling saw the direction in which Yang Jian was fighting and retreating. She persuaded Fu Dongliu to find the right time to seize the entrance to the secret realm and let Yang Jian pass. Then, she helped Yang Jian stall the enemies for a while.
What happened next was beyond Wen Qingling's imagination …
After Yuding saved them, she finally knew who Yang Jian was.
He was a disciple of the Chanism Sect, a disciple of a true almighty being outside this world.
She was born in a noble family. Although she had been cultivating for a few years and had a good aptitude, some of her beliefs were deeply rooted in her heart.
She could not help but compare herself with Yang Jian. She felt that she was not worthy of him, and the gap between them was like the distance between heaven and earth. She should not have such thoughts …
After Yuding took her into the Universe in the Cauldron, she had been thinking about this matter foolishly.
However, Yang Jian had suddenly appeared and very naturally conversed with her. He had even said that slightly frivolous sentence …
Gentle and charming, light and full of life.
Wen Qingling felt shy at first, but then she felt worried. Her shyness then turned into bitterness.
Wen Qingling had mixed feelings and felt wronged. Her eyes became misty as she bit her lips and lowered her head in silence.
"What's wrong?" Yang Jian was caught off guard.
It was not that he had never interacted with girls of the same age, but he did not know what he said that made her so sad.
Wen Qingling shook her head and raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She did not say anything.
She purposely changed the topic and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which almighty being is your master? I've heard my master talk about the almighty beings in the world, but I've never heard of the name Yuding Zhenren."
"It's a long story. There are still a few days to go. I'll tell you about it one by one."
Seeing that she had recovered, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief.
Although he was smart, he did not know that in that instant, there was a girl's heart that was happy because of him and also dimmed because of him.
Since he had nothing to do, Yang Jian consolidated his cultivation level and told her about the strange things in the Primordial World.
The world that Wen Qingling originally lived in was not small, but because of the lack of Spiritual Qi and incomplete Daoism, it gradually became closed. For thousands of years, no cultivator had become an immortal.
Immortals had almost become unheard of legends in that world.
"But do you know? In the real center of the world, in the five continents of the Primordial World, only those who have become immortals and have the Dao foundation to obtain the Dao Fruit of Immortality are qualified to call themselves cultivators. "
Yang Jian managed to subdue Wen Qingling with just a few words.
Then, Yang Jian started from the beginning. He told Yang Jian about the ancient and modern things that Yuding Zhenren had told him, turning it into a story and telling it with great emotion.
The creation of the world, the first Tribulation of the Dragon and Phoenix, the ancestor of the Dao Sect, the cultivation of all spirits, the Great War of the Sorcerer and Demon Race, the rise of the human race …
The Primordial World lasted for thousands of years, and the world lasted for countless years.
Wen Qingling's originally dim heart also gradually recovered after listening to Yang Jian's words.
When Yang Jian talked about "Dao companions", he also sighed.
"My master once said that the term" Dao companions "originated from the ancient times. Connate spirits cultivated together, verified each other, and opened up their own Dao. They were 'seeking friends'. After the rise of the human race, it gradually changed its meaning. It implied that male and female cultivators got together. The world's morals were also getting worse. "
Yang Jian lay on the grass and sighed.
It had been a long time since he had been so relaxed. With a beautiful and charming woman by his side, his mood was more or less affected and he became much happier.
"Dao companion …" Wen Qingling was a little distracted. She wanted to say something a few times but stopped herself. Then, she pretended to ask casually, "Do you have a Dao companion?"
"No, but I have a little sister." Yang Jian smiled and said, "I pursue the Great Dao. I want to live forever and be free! If people of my generation can't even live forever, how can we talk about Dao companions? That is just a flash in the pan. It is gone in a hurry. "
Wen Qingling nodded gently. Then, she sighed softly. "Longevity is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult."
"Where there is a will, there is a way." Yang Jian encouraged her seriously. "If you don't have the heart to live forever, what is the purpose of cultivating the Dao? Is it just to be brave and fierce? "
"Alright, I know all these principles." Wen Qingling twirled a strand of her long hair with her fingers. Her gaze landed gently on Yang Jian's face. "Will the Dao companion you want to find after you live forever also be immortal?"
Yang Jian smiled. "I won't force that. It'll depend on fate. I shouldn't be thinking about these things now. Master has poured so much effort into me. There's still a tribulation waiting for me ahead."
He added in his heart …
Furthermore, he had made an agreement with the Lady of Earth. He had to cultivate with all his might. He would rest on the way back. After returning, he had to go into seclusion to comprehend mysterious techniques.
Wen Qingling bit her lips and said softly, "If I'm still around after you live forever …"
"Huh?"
"How … How should I find you?" Wen Qingling was a little flustered. She did not dare to look at Yang Jian.
"Find me?" Yang Jian chuckled. "If I enter longevity, my name will probably be spread throughout the Primordial World. It won't be too troublesome for you to find me."
If I enter longevity, the Primordial World will spread my name!
Although Yang Jian had said that he would most likely be Perfected Lord Erlang by then, stationed at the mouth of the Guan River, listening to orders but not orders …
However, when those words entered Wen Qingling's heart, it made her heart beat faster. She felt that Yang Jian had inadvertently revealed his lofty sentiments.
She looked at Yang Jian's reflection in the lake, and she was in a daze.
Suddenly, she heard a call, "We're already in front of your Uncle-Master's Cave Abode. Come out first. Don't be rude."
"Ah! You're so fast this time, Master. "
Yang Jian jumped up from the lake. A door opened in front of him. He turned his head and grinned at Wen Qingling before stepping out.
After he left, Wen Qingling stood up in a daze. She stood quietly beside the grass where Yang Jian had been lying earlier.
Do you know my heart?
"I'm willing to follow you on the path of longevity."
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