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Chapter 2362

Words:2128Update:22/08/26 18:12:31

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Spiritual Dans and treasures flew everywhere, shocking everyone in the Wan Jian House.

Then, the scene turned chaotic.

Everyone, even the Elders, were no exceptions.

This caused An Qiushui's expression to become sluggish. After a long while, she came back to her senses. "Master, aren't you being a little too generous?"

Hearing this, Ling Xian faintly smiled and didn't say anything.

To him, the Pavilion of Three Lives and the Wan Jian House were of the same importance. Of course, he couldn't favor one over the other.

Therefore, he made two rounds of rain at the Wan Jian House.

"Other than techniques, I have other gifts for you." Ling Xian continued to smile. He flapped around his sleeve and three treasures appeared.

Similar to the treasures he gave to Gong Suo Xin, the left side attacks, the middle restrains, and the right side defends.

Though it wasn't a supreme weapon, it was still a rare treasure. It was enough for An Qiu Shui to fight beyond her level.

"Thank you, Master." An Qiu Shui grinned, "Master, the techniques you taught me are far too profound. I cannot understand them."

"It's okay, I will explain them to you." Ling Xian smiled. Whether it was the Art of Creation or the Prints of Nine Mysteries, he had learned them all. Explaining them to An Qiu Shui was not a problem.

Therefore, he began to explain to An Qiu Shui.

After some time, An Qiu Shui was enlightened. Before long, she will be able to learn them.

"I have said everything I need to say. What happens next is up to you."

Ling Xian softly grinned, "I am going to visit a few old friends."

Hearing this, An Qiu Shui's eyes darkened. She didn't want Ling Xian to leave.

Seeing this, Ling Xian rubbed her little head and flew back to the Tang Clan.

Two days later, he arrived at the Tang Clan and saw Tang Thirteen in red.

She was beautiful, elegant, and elegant. The innocence she had when they first met had faded with time.

This made Ling Xian softly sigh. During the lost century, Tang Thirteen was the only woman who didn't betray him.

Therefore, he had a special feeling towards Tang Thirteen.

"Thirteen, I prepared two gifts for you. One is the Fountain of Youth, the other is the Dan of Everlasting Youth."

Looking at the startled Tang Thirteen, Ling Xian grinned, "The former can extend your lifespan, the latter can help you maintain your youth."

As she spoke, the Fountain of Immortality and the Dan of Everlasting Youth appeared, making Tang Thirteen's smile widen.

Whether it was the Fountain of Youth or the Dan of Everlasting Beauty, they were things that women cannot refuse. Plus, they were given to her by Ling Xian. Why wouldn't she like them?

"At least you have a conscience. You didn't forget about me." Tang Thirteen smiled with tears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying? Let's go, I will show you around Yunzhou. "Ling Xian smiled warmly. Holding onto Tang Thirteen's hand, they toured the three rivers and the five mountains.

Tang Thirteen had seen the scenery of Yunzhou too many times and was tired of it. However, with Ling Xian by her side, the desert was still a paradise.

Ten days later, Ling Xian bid farewell to Tang Thirteen and went to see Mo Qing Fu, Sun Ze Hao, and other old friends.

Then, he headed to the 36 islands and met Feng Qing Ming's descendant, Yan Ning Zhi.

As usual, Ling Xian gave her the Fountain of Youth and the Dan of Everlasting Youth. Then, they toured the 36 islands.

This broke the hearts of those who adored Yan Ning Zhi. Not even in their dreams did they think that the cold Yan Ning Zhi would be in the arms of a man and smiling so happily.

Ten days later, Ling Xian returned to Yunzhou and arrived before Lin Qing Yi's grave.

There was no loud wailing, no sorrowful moaning. There was only silence, a deathly silence.

Just like this grave, it was cold and lifeless.

"Qing Yi, I am here to see you." Ling Xian bent over and extended his trembling right hand. He slowly caressed the name Lin Qing Yi, as if he was caressing her cheeks.

Even though it had been a long time, whenever he thought of that light blue robe and that beautiful smile, he felt a stab of pain in his heart.

"I am sorry I couldn't find a way to revive you."

Ling Xian sighed, remembering back in the cave. She was wearing green and had a sword across her neck. Her face was full of determination.

One look and his heart beat faster.

Yet Lin Qing Yi was sleeping here. How could he not hurt?

"If the heart doesn't move, then it doesn't hurt. Sadly, both you and I are moved." Ling Xian softly sighed.

"Meeting you was her misfortune, but also her fortune."

After a long sigh, the Seventh Princess walked out of thin air. Wearing a phoenix crown and a dragon robe, she was elegant and elegant.

After all these years, she was still as beautiful as ever. Like an empress who sat above the nine heavens, she looked down on everyone.

"If I could do it all over again, I would choose not to see her. I don't owe her anything." Ling Xian sighed. He owed Lin Qing Yi far too much. He won't be able to pay her back in this lifetime.

"Qing Yi told me she met you and fell in love with you. She doesn't regret it."

The Seventh Princess stared at Ling Xian, "I am very envious of Qing Yi. I am envious that she has a man like you. You think about her and think about her."

"You are the Empress. There will be many people who like you." Ling Xian's expression was calm as he stood up.

"But all of them combined cannot compare to you."

The Seventh Princess softly sighed, "I have a secret that I have kept in my heart for hundreds of years. Today, I want to tell you."

"I am not interested in your secret." Ling Xian said softly.

"What if I tell you it's about Qing Yi?" The Seventh Princess softly smiled.

"Qing Yi?" Ling Xian frowned, "Speak."

Hearing this, the Seventh Princess softly smiled and uttered out three words.

"Qing Yi is not dead."

The moment her voice trailed off, the earth shook.

Ling Xian's entire body shook as he stared deadly at the Seventh Princess, "What did you say? Say it again! "

"I said Qing Yi is not dead."

Being stared at by Ling Xian, the Seventh Princess felt cold all over as if she had fallen into an icy hell.

It was far too terrifying. It was like being stared at by an ancient beast and she didn't even dare to move.

"Not dead … Qing Yi is not dead …" Ling Xian smiled and also cried.

At this moment, his world cleared up. Though he didn't see Lin Qing Yi, knowing that she wasn't dead made him feel at ease.

"Back then, she sacrificed her lifespan to save you. She turned from a peerless beauty into a dying old woman."

Seeing that Ling Xian was smiling with tears in his eyes, the Seventh Princess softly sighed, "She didn't want you to see her like that. So she told me to lie to you and say she is dead."

"Qing Yi, you are too dumb." Ling Xian sighed. Lin Qing Yi turned into that because of him. Why would he despise her?

"She loved you too much and didn't want you to watch over an old woman." The Seventh Princess felt guilty, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"I will only ask you one question. Where is Qing Yi?" Ling Xian stared at the Seventh Princess. There was hope and anxiety.

Back then, Lin Qing Yi didn't have much lifespan left. He was afraid that after 100 years, Lin Qing Yi's soul would've returned to hell.

"I don't know."

The Seventh Princess shook her head. Seeing the coldness in Ling Xian's eyes, she quickly added, "But don't worry, the lamp of her soul hasn't been extinguished. This means Qing Yi is alive and well."

Hearing this, the coldness in Ling Xian's eyes disappeared. What replaced it was a smile.

The Seventh Princess sighed in relief. Her back was soaked with sweat.

At that moment, she felt like Ling Xian was a demon that slaughtered all living beings. She didn't even dare to breathe.

"Give me Qing Yi's lamp of soul." Ling Xian grinned. Before, his wish was to revive Lin Qing Yi. Now, he wanted to find her.

Though this was like searching for a needle in a haystack, it was easier than reviving her.

"Okay."

The Seventh Princess didn't dare to reject. Though she was of the sixth level, she was certain that Ling Xian could destroy her soul with just a thought!

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