Ye Futian stayed in the academy for a few days to accompany his master and masteress. He did not know when he would be able to return, but seeing that his master and masteress were having a good time here, Ye Futian was relieved.
Ye Wuchen and Liu Chenyu returned to the Cangye Kingdom and then returned to Book Mountain, preparing to bring Liu Chenyu to the Holy Zhi Palace.
Wuchen was a direct disciple of the Sword Demon and could bring his family with him. Naturally, he didn't plan to leave Liu Chenyu here alone.
After dealing with these matters, the group of people stood together on Book Mountain and prepared to leave.
The path of cultivation was long and they did not have much time to waste. Just as the Eldest Brother thought, Ye Futian also wanted to see the scenery in front of him.
Many people from Book Mountain came to send them off. The leaders of the various mountains had also arrived, as well as many disciples of the College. Although the Cottage was gone, the disciples of the Cottage would always be in the hearts of the people of the Eastern Barren Territory. They were the memories of a generation.
Just as Ye Futian was about to depart, he saw two silhouettes coming from afar on clouds, heading straight for Ye Futian. The disciples of the College did not stop them. Clearly, they knew who they were.
These two people were rather strange. One of them was an eminent monk with a dignified appearance, while the other was a beautiful woman with a stunning appearance. She wore plain clothes, and her body was spotless. Her appearance was pure and flawless, like a real flawless jade that had never been tainted by the dust of the world. Moreover, her temperament was extraordinary, and there seemed to be an invisible and wonderful luster on her body.
The woman had a faint smile in her eyes as she looked at Ye Futian and the others.
"So beautiful." Long Ling 'er, who was next to Ye Futian, mumbled. The woman who had just arrived was extremely beautiful, and her pure and untainted temperament was so beautiful that she did not seem to be of this world. She was already comparable to Sister Jieyu.
"Grandmaster." The Sword Saint smiled and nodded at the monk. The monk was the abbot of the Qianqiu Temple.
"Benefactor Sword Saint." The master put his palms together and bowed. His eyes then fell on Ye Futian and said, "I heard that you returned from the Barren State, so I came here specifically to ask you a favor."
"Master, please speak." Ye Futian looked away from the woman.
Back then, when the Donghua Clan was destroyed, Hua Qingqing suffered a tragedy and then entered the Qianqiu Temple to cultivate. Now, her temperament and appearance were even better than before. The Qianqiu Temple must have taken good care of her.
"Qingqing is fated with Buddhism. Back then, I met her on Book Mountain and brought her to Qianqiu Temple to cultivate. Qingqing understood the Dharma immediately. Her comprehension is the best I've seen in my life. Now, she has already seen the way of Buddhism and entered the Noble Plane. However, Qianqiu Temple is no longer able to teach her more profound Dharma. Donor Ye came from the Barren State. Do you know of any place suitable for her to cultivate?"
Ye Futian was slightly surprised. Hua Qingqing had been on the same plane as him back then, but he had many fortuitous encounters on the Holy Road, which was why he had broken through to the Noble Plane.
Hua Qingqing had also entered the Noble Plane?
Could it be that the cultivation of Dharma was faster than that of ordinary people? It should be more than that.
Then it could only be said that Hua Qingqing was indeed fated with Buddhism. Back then, when he saw her, he felt that this woman did not belong to the mortal world. She was pure and untainted, as if she should not have appeared in the mortal world. Now, her temperament was even more so. Perhaps she was born different from others. After experiencing a great change, she was enlightened.
"The Barren State is vast and endless. I don't know much about the cultivation places in the Barren State," Ye Futian replied. He looked at Chen Yuan and asked, "Does Chief Chen know?"
Chen Yuan glanced at Hua Qingqing. He could also feel that Hua Qingqing was somewhat extraordinary. He had never seen someone as pure and beautiful as her. Her clear eyes were like pools of clear water, sparkling and translucent.
"There is indeed a Buddhist place in the Barren State. However, it has always been about helping those who are fated and rarely accepts disciples," Chen Yuan said.
"If they see her, they will definitely accept her." The Qianqiu Temple's abbot cupped his hands and said, "Donor, you must be a senior from the Barren State. Can we speak in private?"
Chen Yuan looked at Ye Futian. Seeing Ye Futian nod, he said, "Alright."
"Qingqing, come with me as well," the Qianqiu Temple's abbot said. Then, the three of them left together, which made Ye Futian and the others curious. Before long, they returned. At this time, Chen Yuan's eyes seemed to be a little strange. His gaze never left Hua Qingqing.
"Chief Chen." Ye Futian looked at Chen Yuan.
"If Hua Qingqing goes, there will be no problem," Chen Yuan said with certainty this time.
Ye Futian did not know what the master and Chief Chen had said to make him so sure.
"My Buddhist teachings are shallow and my cultivation is insufficient. I believe that the words of a lowly person do not carry much weight. Could you please introduce me to her?" the abbot asked Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan's gaze fell on Ye Futian, asking for his opinion.
"Chief Chen, Hua Qingqing is a good friend of mine," Ye Futian said.
"Alright." Chen Yuan nodded and agreed.
"Thank you. If that is the case, I will not go." The Qianqiu Temple's abbot looked at Hua Qingqing and said, "Qingqing, you and I will part ways here."
"Take care, abbot." Hua Qingqing smiled and nodded. Fate had its ups and downs. Although she was reluctant, she still accepted it.
"Benefactor Ye, I will leave it to you." The abbot bowed to Ye Futian.
"Master, there is no need for this." Ye Futian returned the bow. "If you trust me, I will help."
"How can I not trust the character of a Cottage disciple?" The monk smiled and said, "Farewell."
With that, he turned and left in a hurry.
Hua Qingqing bowed in the direction of the monk. These two years at the Qianqiu Temple had healed the scars of the past.
The lamp and ancient Buddha seemed to be the most suitable for her.
"Du Ao is dead." Ye Futian looked at Hua Qingqing beside him.
Hua Qingqing was stunned. She stared at Ye Futian and there seemed to be a tear in her eye. She said softly, "Thank you."
Although she was accompanied by the lamp and ancient Buddha, how could she be heartless? Du Ao had destroyed the Donghua Clan and killed her mother in front of her. How could she not hate him?
"It's all in the past." Ye Futian smiled warmly.
"Yes." Hua Qingqing nodded. She didn't expect to see him again after they parted in the snow on Sky Mountain. She was very grateful.
"Let's go," Ye Futian said. He turned around and looked at the familiar figures. Big Brother, Master, Masteress, Yi Xiang, Emperor Ye, and the others. Then he waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving."
"Kid, take care of Jieyu," Hua Fengliu reminded him with a smile. Ye Futian's luck with women really made him worry.
"Yes, father-in-law." Ye Futian smiled and turned around.
"Yu Sheng, I'll leave Qingxuan to you," Yi Xiang also said.
"Yes, don't worry, Master." Yu Sheng nodded solemnly. Yi Qingxuan's eyes were slightly red. This time, she would leave with Ye Futian and Yu Sheng to the faraway Barren State. She probably wouldn't see her father for a long time.
Chen Yuan took out his flying ritual implement and everyone stepped onto it. Hua Jieyu also waved goodbye to Hua Fengliu and the others.
The ritual implement turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the clouds. The wind buffeted his body. Ye Futian looked at the people around him and smiled brightly.
This time, Qingxuan, Chenyu, and Liu Feiyang were also here. Liu Chenyu would follow Ye Wuchen to the Holy Zhi Palace, while Liu Feiyang would follow Chen Yuan to the Starry School to cultivate.
In the next period of time, he was prepared to cultivate seriously in the Holy Zhi Palace and try to increase his cultivation as much as possible.
He had already reached the Noble Plane. His next goal was the Sage Plane.
If he entered the Sage Plane, he would be considered a big figure even in the Barren State. He could start his own clan and establish himself in the Barren State.
After Ye Futian's group left, a group of people still stood on Book Mountain, reluctant to leave.
"Let's go," the Sword Saint said to the people behind him. Only then did the disciples of the College disperse.
However, there were still people staring at the disappearing figures. The Witch Gu Biyue said in a low voice, "How heartless."
Chu Yaoyao's beautiful eyes were somewhat disappointed. Hua Qingqing, who was as famous as her in the past, had also followed him to the Barren State.
The Sword Saint walked to the peak of Book Mountain. He walked to the edge and looked down at the scenery in the distance. The quiet space made him miss his teacher.
Behind the Sword Saint was a pavilion. At the moment, beside the pavilion, a figure appeared without a sound. The figure wore a gray robe and had no aura at all. It was as if he did not exist at all.
The Sword Saint seemed to sense something and turned around. Seeing the figure appear, he bowed slightly and called, "Senior."
"How is your cultivation of the cultivation method I taught you?" the gray robed figure asked.
"There is some progress, but the cultivation method is unfathomable. I need more time," the Sword Saint replied calmly.
"Yes." The gray robed figure nodded lightly. "Although your potential is ordinary, your state of mind is extraordinary and your will is firm. This can make up for your lack of potential. The cultivation method you cultivate is also the most suitable for your state of mind. Study it carefully and you will achieve something in the end."
The Sword Saint nodded. He naturally felt it too.
"Senior, who are you and why are you doing this?" the Sword Saint asked.
"With your state of mind, you shouldn't have asked so many times. You don't have to ask anymore. Just take it as a lucky encounter and pretend that I don't exist. Otherwise, I'll make sure you perish along with the Academy." The gray robed figure looked at the Sword Saint indifferently. That look made the Sword Saint feel as if he was being seen through. He was already in the Sage Plane, but he still had such a feeling. It was imaginable how high the other party's plane was.
This mysterious figure was very likely the strongest person he had ever seen in his life. He was even stronger than his teacher.
A gust of wind blew and the gray robed figure disappeared without a trace. It was as if he had never been there. However, there seemed to be a voice floating in the Sword Saint's ears.
"Throughout the ages, how many outstanding people, even if they were the proud sons of heaven, have all turned into dust. As for you, you will be the witness of history. The voice was ethereal and dissipated with the wind. The Sword Saint stared at the disappearing figure in the void, and his heart was slightly shaken.
Throughout the ages, how many heroes and geniuses had turned out? He was naturally not a genius, so how could he witness history?
Turning around, the Sword Saint looked into the distance. His expression was calm, but no one knew what he was thinking.
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