Two men with calm auras stood on a mountain peak filled with spiritual energy.
One of them, a handsome middle-aged man, said, "Xiaofan, the woman in the projection earlier, she seems to be …"
"Senior Sister Lu XueQi?"
Zhang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes and muttered.
He naturally recognized Lu XueQi. Apart from her slightly more mature appearance, he could not see any other changes.
As for the man earlier, he felt like he had seen him somewhere before. However, he could not remember where.
"JingYu, the young man in the projection earlier, have we seen him before?"
Hearing that, Lin JingYu pondered for a moment. Then, he shook his head and said, "I don't remember such a person."
"Then, do you think there are Immortals in this world?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin JingYu looked up at the sky and sighed, "Maybe there really is."
At the same time, the world was in an uproar because of the young man in the projection.
They knew that Immortals did exist in this world. 100,000 li to the east, Nine Firmaments Palace preached, regardless of their status.
Immortals were existences in the eyes of the world. Gods were existences that were far beyond their reach.
Now, an Immortal was preaching. In other words, every one of them had the chance to become an Immortal. How could they not be excited?
Countless sects and blessed lands all over the world heard the words preaching. The young man in the projection caused a phenomenon to appear with every move.
That majestic, that mysterious, and that noble and sacred.
…
…
At that moment, in the square of Nine Firmaments Palace, Mu Qingxiao waved his sleeve and the projection shattered. His hands quickly formed seals and a thick power attached to the cloud ladder.
What he needed was the power of incense. This was the best way.
Then, a black flame surged out from his palm. The flame twisted and turned into a figure similar to him, sitting cross-legged in the square.
After doing all that, Mu Qingxiao held Lu XueQi's slender hand. The space distorted slightly and the two of them disappeared.
In a few breaths' time, Mu Qingxiao and Lu XueQi appeared on a jade-green mountain peak.
The mountain peak was covered with a dense bamboo forest. This type of bamboo was emerald green in color and its body was slender and long. Compared to ordinary bamboo, it had nearly twice as many bamboo joints. However, the quality of the bamboo was extremely tough. The bamboo body was covered with little pink spots, like the tear stains of a gentle woman. It was extremely beautiful.
Looking at the familiar mountain peak under his feet, Lu XueQi muttered, "Little Bamboo Peak."
Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes flashed with nostalgia as she looked at the Little Bamboo Peak that was just inches away from her. She remembered that she had secretly gone up there before.
"Let's go in and take a look."
After saying that, the two figures gradually landed on Little Bamboo Peak. Lu XueQi walked slowly on the rugged path, looking at the scenery around him that had already changed.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the entrance of Little Bamboo Peak. Two women wearing Daoist robes and holding swords were guarding the mountain gate.
However, the two female disciples guarding the mountain gate did not seem to notice their presence.
With Lu XueQi's current realm, he only needed to slightly conceal his aura before his figure leaped over the female disciple guarding the gate and smoothly entered the mountain gate.
About half an hour later, Lu XueQi had walked around most of Little Bamboo Peak. Not seeing that familiar figure, Lu XueQi faintly felt a trace of uneasiness.
Mu Qingxiao sighed slightly and tightly grasped her jade-like hand. If the plot did not deviate, the chief of Little Bamboo Peak was afraid …
"I want to take a walk in the ancestral hall at the back of the mountain."
Lu XueQi's beautiful eyes reddened. After all, he was smart.
Little Bamboo Peak was still the same, but the people had changed. She had not seen the existence of the older generation of the Qing Yun Men. Her master, who had cared for her in every possible way, had probably met with an accident.
Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes flashed with a touch of pity. She had to face what she had to face.
He nodded slightly and gently hugged her slender waist. With a twist of the space, the two of them left Little Bamboo Peak without leaving any trace.
The Qing Yun Men's Ancestral Hall was used to worship the ancestors of the sect.
Arriving at the ancestral hall at the back of Tongtian Peak, Mu Qingxiao could not help but feel emotional.
Back when he was in the Qing Yun Men, in order to find Shi Hun, he had almost turned the entire Qing Yun Men upside down.
As soon as the two of them stepped into the ancestral hall, two middle-aged men came to greet them and then stopped in their tracks.
Seeing the newcomers, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin JingYu's bodies trembled and their pupils contracted violently. The man and woman in front of them were not the existence in the previous projection.
"Senior Sister Lu XueQi, it's been a long time."
Lu XueQi raised her head slightly and looked at the somewhat familiar young man with her beautiful eyes. She said, "You are … Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan?"
"I didn't expect Senior Sister Lu XueQi to still remember Junior Brother."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan cupped his fists slightly and looked a little reserved.
After all, the scene just now was so shocking, especially the man in front of them, who seemed to be an immortal!
Without chatting, Lu XueQi asked softly, "Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan, Master … is Master in the ancestral hall?"
Zhang Xiaofan was silent for a moment. Seeing that Lu XueQi kept staring at him, he could only nod slowly and helplessly.
Suddenly, Lu XueQi's originally snow-white face turned even paler. Her eyes were a little dazed and she staggered a little.
Mu Qingxiao sighed and gently supported her, patting her shoulder.
Lu XueQi shook her head slightly, indicating that she was fine. She couldn't help but walk into the ancestral hall.
Mu Qingxiao glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and Lin JingYu. Decades had passed, but they were only at the Nascent Soul stage. After all, they were limited by heaven and earth.
Otherwise, with their talent, how could they not enter a higher stage?
Feeling Mu Qingxiao's gaze, the two of them froze. It was as if in front of this young man, everything was seen through.
Mu Qingxiao retracted his gaze and did not give the two of them any pressure. He followed Lu XueQi into the ancestral hall.
Zhang Xiaofan and Lin JingYu stood rooted to the ground, not daring to stop them.
The Qing Yun Men's Ancestral Hall was a forbidden area in the sect. According to the sect's rules, not everyone could enter. However, in terms of seniority, although Lu XueQi had left the Qing Yun Men, she was still their Senior Sister. She was indeed qualified to enter.
As for Mu Qingxiao, they didn't have the courage to stop her at all. They looked at each other helplessly.
Entering the ancestral hall, it was quite spacious. At the end of their line of sight, there were many black memorial tablets.
Lu XueQi staggered to the front of the memorial tablets. Looking at the names on the tablets in the front row, she finally couldn't help but cry. Two lines of clear tears flowed down her beautiful face.
Who would have thought that this time, they would be separated by life and death?
Suddenly, Lu XueQi bent her knees and knelt on the futon. Her beautiful eyes were full of sorrow. Her voice was a little choked as she said, "Unfilial disciple Lu XueQi greets Master."
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao had no choice but to turn around and close the door of the ancestral hall. This was what she had to face.
After this, the road ahead of her would become much smoother.
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