I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 349 Cloud Wild Sword Master (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As Shang Shixu awoke from his dream, Shen Puning immediately lowered her voice and leaned closer.

"So, did you see Ayi?"

Shang Shixu nodded and immediately raised his hand to touch the iron ring binding his neck, his fingertips brushing against the spot where Jiang Yi had lightly burned it with silver flames in his dream.

Touched it!
It caused a slight tingling sensation in his fingertips.

A bright light flashed in Shang Shixu's eyes, and his voice, though extremely low, trembled uncontrollably, "Senior Sister Jiang's alchemical fire can damage physical objects through dreams! Junior Sister Shen, we are saved!"

Shen Puning was so excited that her whole body trembled, her eyes filled with excitement and joy.

"I knew it, Ayi can solve anything."

"Yes, she told us to hold on for another month; she's already looking for help."

As the footsteps of the overseer drew closer, the two quickly wiped their faces and bent down to work.

Shen Puning, who had been pretending to slack off, suddenly swung his pickaxe with great force, each crisp sound like a blow to a cage on the verge of breaking.

……

The Tai Xuan Sect's mine is located in the Cold Crow Mountain in the southeast of Qianzhou. The area is full of mountains and mines, and it also imprisons many Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Northern Xuan Sect.

After Jiang Yi met Shang Shixu through the Dream Gu, she began to travel around several cultivation markets near the mine, earning spirit stones and creating puppets.

Inside Youxian Ferry, the weapon-refining cave and puppet workshop were operating at full capacity, keeping Hongli and Duanjin extremely busy.

If it weren't for the fact that the lid of the Green Wood Cauldron is still stuck, Hong Li could have started refining pills much faster and earned spirit stones much more quickly. A batch of spiritual herbs and fruits in Youxian Ferry would have already ripened.

Hua Gu brewed several kinds of spirit wine that could quickly restore true energy during battles, and sold quite a few spirit stones.

In the journey to the Immortal Crossing, everyone worked together and earned a lot of spirit stones, but also spent a lot. However, the number of puppet soldiers outside the puppet workshop also increased.

Jiang Yi handed the chessboard to Duan Jin, letting her control the puppets to arrange their troops and fight together.

It wasn't that she was lazy, but rather that she needed to ensure she could be on the scene at any time to handle any unforeseen circumstances during future rescue operations and minimize casualties—that was the most important thing.

A busy month has passed. Since starting to cultivate the Sleeping Immortal Technique, this is the first time Jiang Yi has been this busy.

During this period, she met with Shang Shixu several more times to finalize various details and develop three plans.

It is now the end of December in the year of Gui Si, just one year after the Bei Xuan incident.

Jiang Yi and Shang Shixu agreed on a time to attack the mine, and then she immediately returned to Qiancheng to see if her helpers had arrived.

Even if it hasn't arrived yet, she can't wait any longer.

……

The long street of Qiancheng was bustling with noise, and heavy snow was falling.

At the entrance of the alley opposite the Nine Heavens Cloud Pavilion, a middle-aged sword cultivator leaned lazily against the wall, holding an ancient broadsword in his arms. The scabbard was badly worn, clearly indicating that he had used it for many years without being willing to replace it.

The middle-aged swordsman's hair was messy, as if he had just woken up and hadn't had time to comb it. A few strands of hair on his forehead were blown up by the wind, making his well-defined face look even more unkempt.

He yawned, a few sleepy tears squeezing out from the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, muttering, "This damn weather in Qianzhou reminds me of those days when people froze to death at the Xuan Ying Sword Sect."

A young woman carrying a long sword strode across the street, her clothes fluttering, exuding a fierce aura.

The middle-aged swordsman subconsciously straightened his back, his posture upright and imposing, befitting an elder. His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared intently at the female swordsman.

As a result, the female swordsman didn't even glance in his direction and strode over.

The middle-aged swordsman relaxed, paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what had happened and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Jiang Yunye, Jiang Yunye, you've lived for hundreds of years, why are you still so nervous when you see a grand-disciple? Aren't you ashamed?"

He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself.

"It's not like Yu Rong is here, what's the panic, right?"

Despite saying that, Jiang Yunye's heart was still inexplicably pounding. What if?
What if Yu Rong's daughter is like her, cold-faced, always in the right, meddling in everything, even interfering with her master's cultivation...

Jiang Yunye recalled the scene from back then: he was slumped on a bamboo chair, basking in the sun, thinking that having taken on a disciple would mean he could serve him tea and water and let him lie down comfortably.

As a result, Jiang Yurong always stood in front of him with a cold face and a sword in hand.

"Master, you haven't practiced your sword today."

“Master, you haven’t meditated enough this month.”

“Master, I have found the whereabouts of that evil cultivator. Go and kill him now.”

“Master, your cultivation is high and your strength is great. If you don’t take care of these things, the Northern Xuan cultivation world may be doomed.”

"Master!"

Suddenly, a woman next to him shouted, startling Jiang Yunye so much that he trembled all over.

After realizing it wasn't him being called, Jiang Yunye looked up at the sky, overwhelmed with sorrow.

"Back then, when the sect leader made Yu Rong my disciple, there was no sincerity, only scheming. He was truly ruthless!"

If it weren't for escaping his disciple's clutches, he wouldn't have rushed to the Eastern Continent to make his way in the world so quickly. Now that he's finally reached the Nascent Soul stage and his lifespan has increased, he was hoping to relax and enjoy his retirement for a few decades, but...

"It's over. If Yu Rong's daughter is like that too, my life is... over."

Jiang Yunye felt increasingly heartbroken as he thought about it, and even felt like crying.

Although he genuinely wanted to cry, Jiang Yunye still cared deeply about his disciple, Jiang Yurong.

Jiang Yurong was an orphan who didn't even have a proper name back then. At a young age, she stood out among the many novice sword cultivators of the Xuan Ying Sword Sect with her indomitable spirit.

After she became his apprentice, he allowed her to take his surname and named her Jiang Yurong.

Although she was called his apprentice, Jiang Yunye had long regarded her as his own daughter. She possessed an innate righteousness that sometimes made Jiang Yunye feel ashamed of himself.

This righteous spirit is a rare sight in the cultivation world. Jiang Yunye felt compassion. Rather than being bothered by his disciple's management, he wanted to protect the righteous spirit in Yu Rong's heart. He wanted Yu Rong to do what he couldn't do, and to become what he couldn't become.

Later, upon learning that Yu Rong had become the leader of the Northern Profound Immortal Alliance, he felt a surge of pride and joy.

He was so shocked when he received a letter from this suddenly appearing granddaughter a month ago that he almost drew his sword and rushed back to Beixuan to see which bastard had abducted his disciple and even had a child with her.

However, his junior apprentice said in his letter that it was extremely urgent, so he had no choice but to hurry to the appointment. When he arrived in Qianzhou, he learned what had happened in Beixuan.

"Ning Guang?"

Jiang Yunye was lost in thought when a woman in green suddenly walked up to him and tentatively spoke.

The moment Jiang Yunye saw the person clearly, his pupils dilated, and he involuntarily took a half step back.

"Jade... Yurong?"

"Master!"

Having exchanged the secret code, Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly and respectfully bowed to the middle-aged swordsman in front of her, who did not meet her expectations.

This person concealed his cultivation level, leaning lazily against the wall, watching passersby like a thief.

He gets nervous every time he sees a female cultivator with a sword, constantly looking up at the sky with sorrow, as if he has a lot of inner monologues.

Sensing that he was waiting for a female sword cultivator, Jiang Yi then tried to make contact.

After all, the master she imagined should be like her mother, strict and rigid, expressionless, stiff as a frozen fish, and always emitting cold air to scare people.

This one now, with her lazy and slovenly appearance, is even worse than her, and seems very unreliable.

　You can call your master's master "Grandmaster" or "Master-Grandpa," but Jiang Yi used "Master-Grandpa" here for the sake of intimacy. It's like calling someone's maternal grandfather, which feels more intimate than calling them "Grandfather."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)