This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 374 If I can't deal with you, can't I let my senior sister deal with you?

Qingzhou, as its name suggests, is a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters, with extremely beautiful scenery.

The way of Jianxinzhai lies in the clarity of the sword heart and the naturalness of swordsmanship. It does not deliberately seek fierce killing, but focuses on the harmony between the sword and heaven and earth. The location of Qingzhou was chosen precisely to take advantage of the spiritual charm of the mountains and rivers of this place to nurture the natural sword heart.

Standing atop the mountain, one can see the verdant peaks stretching into the distance, shrouded in mist, like an ink painting unfolding between heaven and earth.

Clear springs and waterfalls cascade down the mountainside, their babbling sounds echoing through the water. The stream meanders, its waters a clear, jade-like blue, reflecting the verdant pines and cypresses on both banks. Occasionally, birds skim across the surface, creating ripples on the water.

His aura faded, he observed the mountains, listened to the water, and comprehended the wind, merging with nature and gaining a deeper understanding of the Dao Sword realm he had imitated.

Xiang Yuan, who was not a disciple of Jianxinzhai, gained some insights from observing the landscape of Qingzhou. Shang Qingmeng and the other two, who were disciples of Jianxinzhai, each had their own calculations and had no interest in appreciating the ethereal beauty of nature.

At this moment, Xiang Yuan stood atop the mountain, and Shang Qingmeng stood in his arms, nestled against his chest, a faint smile on her lips, glancing sideways at Zi Ping beside her.

He would occasionally let out a cold laugh, hook his arm around Xiang Yuan's neck, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, their lips meeting.

Zi Ping looked grief-stricken, her fists clenched tightly in the wide sleeves of her Taoist robe, her body trembling slightly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look any further.

Actually, she didn't care at all. Let the two of them do whatever they want. As an observer, she felt no anger at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.

But you can't laugh.

Not only can they not laugh, but they must also show a look of utter grief and indignation to make their senior sister happy and pretend that everything is within her calculations.

In the world of cultivation, who hasn't had an unreasonable master/fellow disciple/fellow disciple? There's no need to correct each other's mistakes; just go along with what the other person wants, and everyone will be fine.

The more grief-stricken Zi Ping became, the more Shang Qingmeng felt the satisfaction of avenging her great enemy, and she even felt that the medicine in her arms had become much more fragrant.

Qin Zhaorong rolled her eyes as she stood aside. Ever since Ziping had come to her senses, she had been able to manipulate her senior sister at will and navigate the complex interpersonal relationships with ease.

How could we let you succeed!
If I can't deal with you, can't I let those two scoundrels deal with you?
Oh, you scoundrel, you got involved too!
If I can't deal with you, can't I let my senior sister deal with you?
Qin Zhaorong immediately reported to Shang Qingmeng, informing her that a treacherous villain was secretly exchanging secret signals with the sect leader's wife, and that they had arranged a time and place to do something pleasurable!

For a moment, everyone stared at each other in disbelief. On the entire mountaintop, apart from Xiang Yuan who was seriously contemplating, the other three each racked their brains, making it incredibly lively.

What are you doing, having so much fun? How can I possibly have the mind to cultivate?
Snapped!
Xiang Yuan slapped Shang Qingmeng on the buttocks to help her recover and return to the stern, unsmiling, and fiercely combative sword fairy she once was.

Shang Qingmeng was slapped but was not angry at all. She let out a weak snort and looked at Ziping with a provocative look.

Once you're my senior sister, always I'll be your senior sister. With me around, you can only watch from the sidelines.

As a result, Zi Ping felt even more grief and indignation.

No one spoke on the mountaintop, and it was peaceful and quiet, but the atmosphere was chaotic and noisy, with no moment of rest.

There's Shang Qingmeng, who has finally avenged her great enemy; Zi Ping, who is filled with grief and indignation; Qin Zhaorong, who relentlessly stirs up trouble and seems to enjoy it; and Xiang Yuan, who knows the whole truth but chooses to just pass by.

Kenshin-zhai is really interesting.

It would have been even more interesting if Zi Ping hadn't repeatedly fallen into the pit and simply lay down without struggling.

For five consecutive days, Xiang Yuan accompanied Shang Qingmeng on sightseeing trips, both during the day and at night. But Shang Qingmeng always had two "third wheels" with her wherever she went, and she was inexplicably jealous.

During the day, he would make things difficult for Ziping, and at night he would do the same. Not only would he speak in a childish manner in front of Ziping, but he would also occasionally say things like, "The maidservant helps her up, she is weak and feeble, just as she has received the emperor's favor." After he finished, he would call Ziping into the room to help her change her clothes.

They have absolutely no sense of shame.

Whenever Ziping entered the room and Qin Zhaorong peeked in, Xiang Yuan would change clothes at lightning speed, without revealing a single inch of skin.

Then Shang Qingmeng would mock her, saying sarcastically that she had seen Zi Ping before and there were no outsiders around, so there was no need to hide it.

Hilarious! She's really never seen anything like it before!

In just five days, Xiang Yuan learned why Zi Ping was giving up. She had no choice but to give up; if anyone took her seriously, she would get so angry that she would vomit blood.

After understanding Zi Ping's helplessness, Xiang Yuan looked at her again and felt that she had really had a hard time. He told her that if she had the idea of ​​dual cultivation again, she should just say so, and he would never hesitate.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The Celestial Realm.

After leaving the Ancient Wilderness Realm, Xiang Yuan was able to re-enter this realm.

The long absence drew complaints from the head steward, Bai Ze. She knew that the True Martial Emperor was busy, as the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Ancestor was going to various places to eliminate demons and save the world. However, the Thirty-Six Palaces Golden Palace was the True Martial Emperor's base, and no matter how busy he was, he had to stay here.

Even just showing her face and making her presence known would be good; we can't leave everything to her as a secretary.

Bai Ze was deeply moved by Xiang Yuan's trust and was full of enthusiasm, exclaiming that she had found a wise ruler. However, Xiang Yuan's hands-off management style was too much like that of a tyrant, causing her to live in constant fear, lest one day she become a rebel who would be purged from the court.

Good news! Guan Yan, dressed in white, is there to help share the burden. Even if the emperor is purged of his inner circle, he'll have someone to take the fall.

Bad news: Rumors have been circulating in the Thirty-Six Palaces and Golden Palaces lately, saying that the two female secretaries rose to their positions through their looks and that they are corrupt officials.

Heaven have mercy, she did want to use her beauty to rise to power, but Xiang Yuan was never around, so these words somewhat slandered the reputation of the True Martial Emperor.

Must hit hard!
"It's no big deal. I hate those who spread rumors behind people's backs the most. You make a list, fine those who should be fined, strip those who should be stripped of their divine positions. Do what you think is best, no need to let me see it."

“In that case, the Thirty-Six Palaces and Golden Palaces will truly belong to the Bai family,” Bai Ze said speechlessly.

"It's fine, I like white."

Xiang Yuan sat in the boss's chair, twirling the small black cauldron in his hands.

The magic treasure he obtained from the Qianyuan Realm belonged to the True Martial Emperor of some unknown Heavenly Court. He was unable to refine it in the Qianyuan Realm, so after bringing it to the Heavenly God Realm, before he could even fully infuse it with divine power, the small black cauldron automatically recognized him as its master and began licking him incessantly.

Xiang Yuan had anticipated this, so it's not surprising. The key question is, why is it that the divine position of the True Martial Emperor works even across realms? When exactly did the Heavenly Emperor's investment arrive?

If I can't figure out this key point, even the black and white double-stranded jeans that have been growing wildly on my desk lose their appeal.

Xiang Yuan casually took a few documents, signed them without even glancing at their contents, tossed them to his two secretaries, and then, in a flash, headed to Kunlun Mountain to seek answers from King Frieza.

Frieza is a master riddle teller. Xiang Yuan sensed that the trip would not go smoothly, but he still decided to give it a try.

What if... what if I see a ghost?

After Zhenwu the Great left, talking to himself, the two secretaries looked at each other in bewilderment.

Guan Yan pressed down the hem of her skirt, stepped down from her desk, and said, "Bai Ze, the boss wants you to draft a document."

"Hehe, you misheard. It's you and me together. Half of the credit goes to you." Bai Ze pursed his lips slightly. He meant sharing the good times and the bad, and he would also share the blame.

And what's with the way you're pressing down on the hem of your skirt? It's infuriating to look at. You think you're so innocent?

……

Kunlun Mountains.

As the black light descended, a pair of fierce eyes looked around, but finding no medicinal field, it snorted in dissatisfaction and headed straight for the mountaintop.

The medicinal fields cultivated by the Azure Phoenix Fairy were repeatedly destroyed. Learning from her mistakes, she dared not put all her eggs in one basket. She planted two plants on the east side and three on the west side. Although there was no clearly defined medicinal field, the whole mountain was covered with medicinal fields.

Every day, she carries a small bucket and runs around, as hardworking as a little bee.

It's tiring, but it won't all be for naught. The hard work is paying off, and everything is moving in a positive direction.

Well, at least things are good for now.

Xiang Yuan reached the mountain peak, looked down at the large crater that had not yet been filled, and thought to himself that he was indeed worthy of the title, even the crater he created was so well-shaped.

Jingyun, dressed in red, sat regally atop the mountain. Every time Xiang Yuan came to see her, she was always the same, as if she had never moved her position since entering the realm of the gods.

Xiang Yuan didn't understand what was so interesting about the sea of ​​clouds in Kunlun Mountain. He thought to himself that there must be a profound and unfathomable meaning behind the actions of a master. He wrote a short essay praising his master's kindness, and only then did he bypass the pit and obediently take the phoenix feather fan to start fanning himself.

Go straight to level three, the wind power is strong!
"I've said it before, don't come if you have something to do, and don't come if you don't have anything to do." Jingyun didn't even glance at Xiang Yuan, quietly flipping through the wordless book in her hand.

“Master, this time the situation is different.”

Xiang Yuan glanced at the sky and lowered his voice, saying, "Disciple may have been tricked by the Heavenly Emperor. He was extremely ruthless and gave disciple a price that he could not refuse."

When have you ever refused?

Jingyun laughed upon hearing this, but since Laojun's words had made Xiang Yuan turn around, she didn't want to give him a friendly look, so she didn't laugh. Instead, she glanced at him with a hint of disdain: "The Heavenly Emperor can't hear our conversation. If you have any schemes, just say them."

"I don't know when my disciple obtained the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed!" Xiang Yuan said solemnly.

"and then?"

"Then, in a place called the Desolate Ancient Realm, my disciple entered the Xuanhuang Blood Sea, obtained the Emperor's blood to shape his body, and underwent blood transfusion and marrow cleansing. The Heavenly Emperor was too generous; his schemes were definitely not small."

Xiang Yuan said solemnly, "Master, you know me. I may not have any other merits, but I am bold. I am not afraid of death, but I don't care whether I die or not. If I cause Master to be plotted against because of this, I will die with regrets!"

You're really brave!

Ever since Xiang Yuan met with Laozi, Jingyun has become increasingly disgusted with Xiang Yuan.

This Laozi is not that Laozi. Whatever Laozi says carries the weight of Heaven's will, and his words are law; a single word can determine life, death, and the future. Laozi said that Jingyun and Xiangyuan had a predestined relationship. Whether he was joking or talking nonsense, Heaven is aware of it and will add this possibility to future branches of the story.

With Jingyun's abilities, she has her own way of avoiding the future she doesn't want, but no matter the outcome, this possibility already exists in the branches of the future.

It is highly likely that somewhere in the myriad realms, this possibility quietly evolved into reality in the past, forming a legend that is now widely known.

Toads don't bite, but they're disgusting, and Jingyun was disgusted by them.

Therefore, it's highly unlikely that she'll give Xiang Yuan a pleasant look.

"Master?"

Say something!

"The Heavenly Emperor who plotted against you is not in heaven, it has nothing to do with him, no need to look."

Jingyun spoke calmly: "As for the Dao Seed in your body, it should be a coincidence, but it is not exactly a coincidence. It can only be said that it was just the right time, and it was an unexpected success."

"Master, I didn't understand."

Xiang Yuan inwardly cursed his disciple for being a traitor; Jing Yun had known all along but hadn't said a word.

"The Heavenly Emperor did not plot against you. It was because the world is incomplete, things are unpredictable, and people's hearts are unfathomable that you obtained the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed. The many coincidences that followed only made the misunderstanding grow bigger and deeper on this basis."

Jingyun glanced at Xiang Yuan and said, "At first it was unintentional, but afterwards... it's hard to say. After all, you really took the benefits, so you can't just get away with it without paying a price."

"Master, can the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed be separated?" Xiang Yuan asked directly.

"Yes, but not necessary."

Jingyun bluntly stated, "Regardless of the cause, you have already received benefits from the Heavenly Emperor. Having taken his things, you must bear the consequences of his schemes. Even if you are stripped of your Dao Seed, there will be a second and a third time. When the Heavenly Emperor takes action again, it will be with overwhelming force, and you will not be as carefree as you are now."

Although Jingyun is still a riddle teller today, she didn't hide anything she could say. She clearly told Xiangyuan that the cause was a coincidence, but the Dao Seed triggered a series of changes, leading to Xiangyuan appearing in the Heavenly Emperor's scheme.

Looking at the present, Xiang Yuan was not the Heavenly Emperor's target. He only became aware of Xiang Yuan because he had received benefits from her.

If Xiang Yuan waits patiently, the Heavenly Emperor has his own pieces, and there's no place for him. But if Xiang Yuan takes the benefits and then denies them, then sorry, the Heavenly Emperor will definitely come to collect the debt. Even if there's no place for him on the chessboard, he'll have to make room for him.

Furthermore, the world is inherently imperfect, and no one can foresee every aspect. Xiang Yuan obtained the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed, and what changes will occur in the future? Will he squeeze out other pawns? Neither the Heavenly Emperor nor Jing Yun knows.

Stop asking questions. Since things have come to this, let's take the benefits first!
Xiang Yuan's face fell: "Master, according to you, I was put on the chessboard without even knowing what was going on. Isn't that too unfair?"

Not feeling wronged is a blessing; many people would kneel and beg for this favor.

Knowing this was the case, Xiang Yuan still wore a bitter expression: "Master, could you please let your disciple die knowing the truth, and tell your disciple when and where you obtained the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed?"

"Qianyuan Realm".

Jingyun spoke concisely, mentioning the location but not the time. When Xiang Yuan asked again, she remained silent, claiming to know nothing more.

"Qianyuan Realm..."

Xiang Yuan frowned slightly. There was no doubt that there was a Dao Seed in the Qianyuan Realm. According to Bai Wuyan, the origin of the Dao Seed could be simply understood as the transformation of an ancient great being after his death.

It is evident that the Qianyuan Realm is not lacking in Dao Seeds. To say nothing of the distant past, just consider the Southern Frontier Dragon Fortress. The Styx Ancient Road was created by a powerful being who died and transformed, polluting the surrounding environment and creating the ugly-looking ancient gods.

Xiang Yuan wanted to ask something more, but seeing that Jing Yun was no longer in the mood, and fearing that saying too much would lead to another free trial of the suicide bus, he turned into a streak of black light and left Kunlun Mountain.

Along the way, he frowned and pondered the origin of the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed.

Although no specific time was asked, narrowing the scope to the Qianyuan Realm was already a pleasant surprise.

"Unintentional scheming, a stroke of luck..."

Xiang Yuan pondered his many opportunities in the Qianyuan Realm, narrowing down the possibilities even further. He felt that with his intelligence, he could definitely guess where the Dao Seed came from, but looking at the long drop-down menu, he was speechless.

There are too many opportunities in the Qianyuan Realm; where else could he find the Dao Seed of the Heavenly Emperor?

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"It turns out that having too many opportunities isn't a good thing; it's quite worrying."

Xiang Yuan made up his mind that if there was another opportunity to visit, he would make sure to accept all comers without hesitation.

It's impossible to refuse, so why keep investors out?
Aren't the six-character mantra appealing? Aren't the Tao Te Ching appealing?

Without these opportunities, he wouldn't be where he is today; he would have died before even finishing his business.

……

South China Sea, Purple Bamboo Forest.

As Xiang Yuan emerged from the encirclement of beautiful women, he remarked that after everyone at Jingyue Chanxin Academy ascended to immortality, his senior uncle's arrival at Guanyin Bodhisattva's temple was like entering a... well, you know. Wherever he went, people wanted to have some fun with the top courtesan.

Xiang Yuan had not seen Baiyue Jushi for a long time, so he went to Wensi Hall with ease. He saw Guanyin Bodhisattva sitting on a white lotus in a holy posture, so he jumped up and sat next to her.

This action was somewhat disrespectful, but the White Moon Hermit only indulged Xiang Yuan, moving him aside to leave him a quiet place.

Xiang Yuan's primordial spirit surged in, observing the supreme Buddhist teachings and the pure white lotus. Then, he took the white lotus and golden wheel he had recently acquired and shared his insights with Layman Baiyue.

Spiritual practice emphasizes Dharma, environment, wealth, and companions. Only by satisfying these four points can one achieve twice the result with half the effort. If one has a wealthy female companion, it goes without saying that one can save thirty to fifty years of arduous cultivation.

Bai Wuyan is this kind of rich woman, wealthy and generous. She has profound attainments in the skills of the Immaculate White Lotus and the Pure White Golden Wheel. Not only can she use them directly from Xiang Yuan, but she can also make a great profit by passing them on to Bai Yue Jushi.

After cultivating for a while, the White Moon Hermit ignored Xiang Yuan's expectations, dispersed his divine power, and pretended not to know about his wolfish ambitions.

"Senior sister, I have recently had another stroke of luck, and my blood medicine has greatly improved."

"..."

Baiyue Jushi glanced at Xiang Yuan with suspicion. As her horizons broadened, her perspective on things also changed. Someone like Xiang Yuan, who seemed to have opportunities all the time, must have something wrong with him.

"Junior brother, the opportunity is good, but you must not be greedy," Baiyue Jushi advised.

I didn't want to either, but they insisted.

This topic was bittersweet, so Xiang Yuan didn't elaborate. He nodded to show he understood, then pulled Bai Yue Jushi into his arms and whispered, "My dear wife, do you still remember Baohua Realm? Our separation has made us feel even closer. Is there anything you want to say to your husband?"

It would have been better if this hadn't been mentioned. The mere mention of it sent a shiver down Baiyue Jushi's spine. Remembering a painting displayed in the Wensi Hall, he raised his hand and touched Xiang Yuan's brow, scolding, "Mu Qing, she..."

After stammering and speaking for a long time, Xiang Yuan finally understood.

During the Baohua Realm arc, Xiang Yuan played Xu Xian, while Bai Yue Jushi and Ji Muqing played the White and Green Snakes. Because the director added scenes for himself, the male lead, the plot spiraled out of control, and Xu Xian ended up with two beauties and married two lovely wives.

Ji Muqing was so immersed in her role that she accidentally called Bai Yue Jushi "sister" a while ago. The latter responded instinctively, and the two stared at each other blankly. They then went into seclusion and haven't seen each other for a long time.

How embarrassing!

It's rather despicable; you two are playing quite the trick!
Xiang Yuanjian, the White Moon Hermit, remained silent, clearly wanting her to make the decision, and decisively shifted the blame onto her.

The main responsibility for how things have developed to this point lies with Baiyue Jushi, who is also a victim.

Baiyue Jushi was secretly annoyed. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Xiang Yuan was enjoying himself. He took medicine several times for cultivation, so he coldly chased him out.

I didn't make it.

Xiang Yuan was born with superhuman strength. He did not want to leave unless the White Moon Hermit used the divine power of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Otherwise, he would be rooted to the spot and immovable as a mountain.

Baiyue Jushi only pampered him and was unwilling to use his divine power. After pushing and shoving him a couple of times, he was pulled into Xiang Yuan's arms again.

"Junior brother, what should we do about this?"

Baiyue Jushi blinked and used telepathy to preface the conversation, telling Xiang Yuan not to speak if he had any immature suggestions.

What else can we do? It's come to this, let's eat first!
Xiang Yuan patted his chest and said, "Senior sister, this problem is actually very simple. I have a brilliant plan that can resolve this awkward situation."

Take your own picture.

Baiyue Jushi clenched his fists and asked for a plan.

"The cause and effect of the Baohua Realm shall be settled in the Baohua Realm. Green is green, white is white, and it shall not be brought to the Heavenly God Realm." Xiang Yuan waved his hand and spoke with righteous indignation, as if this were some kind of self-evident rule.

"..."

Bai Yue Jushi's eyelids twitched, but she couldn't find the words to reply. Under her speechless gaze, Xiang Yuan strode out the door with her head held high and went off to find Ji Muqing.

No, it was Xu Xian who went to find Xiao Qing.

"Mu Qing, I'm coming in!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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