I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 375 A Place of Leisure (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Jiang Yi initially thought that Lingxu Sword Sect was like a refugee camp, which didn't quite match her image of a sword sect.

But after listening to Luo Xingwen's words, she suddenly felt that this place was much more lively than the cold and aloof Xuan Ying Sword Sect. It seemed that the Lingxu Sword Sect was full of people with genuine feelings.

Just like Luo Xingwen, straightforward and direct.

My initial impression is pretty good!
Clutching the worn-out wooden plaque symbolizing Liuyun Pavilion, Jiang Yi followed the direction pointed out by Luo Xingwen and left the dusty, crudely built Neiwutang Square, which resembled a makeshift shack.

The other mountains she saw along the way, although still carrying the unique "unconventional" and even "what's the use of it" spirit of the Lingxu Sword Sect, were at least some of the buildings that were built into the terrain, crooked and twisted.

but!

When she stepped onto Yunmiao Peak, which belonged to Liuyun Pavilion, the scene before her made her pause for a moment.

If the other peaks are neglected and have fallen into disrepair over the years, then Yunmiao Peak is completely primitive and untouched.

There were no conspicuous signs or entrances at the foot of the mountain, let alone decent roads.

The trees, which had been growing wildly for countless years, were haphazardly crammed together, with vines entwining their thick trunks. The rampant weeds and shrubs completely submerged the foot of the mountain, forming a dense green barrier that made it impossible to see anything inside the forest.

There wasn't even a decent road, let alone any buildings.

If it weren't for the flashing wooden plaque in her hand, indicating that she had reached the range of the grand formation of Yunmiao Peak, she would have thought she had already left Lingxu Sword Sect.

Jiang Yi chose a spot where the bushes were relatively sparse, pushed aside a few drooping vines, and squeezed into this wild forest.

The sunlight in the forest was dim, blocked by layers of branches and leaves. The air was filled with the rich scent of grass, trees and earth. Occasionally, birds chirped and insects chirped, which only made the place seem more secluded and quiet, as if it were isolated from the world.

She trudged through the branches and vines for about half a cup of tea's time, wondering if she would lose her way if she continued like this, when her divine sense detected someone in the bushes ahead.

Before long, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was a young male cultivator with a cultivation level at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. His entire demeanor perfectly matched Luo Xingwen's disdainful description of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion.

His hair was a mess, like a chicken coop, with a few withered leaves and bits of grass on top, as if he had just crawled out of some corner.

His clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in ages; the fine sword robe was loosely draped over his body, with several suspicious stains of grass juice and mud. The front was open, revealing the equally wrinkled lining underneath. He exuded an air of slovenliness, as if he was too lazy to tidy himself up and was indifferent to worldly affairs.

He squinted, probably because the sparse light filtering through the trees was making him uncomfortable; his eyes were blurry and he seemed not to have fully woken up from a long slumber.

Seeing Jiang Yi blocking his way, he barely opened one eye, his gaze first sweeping blankly over her before finally settling on the worn-out wooden plaque in her hand.

“…Oh,” he murmured sleepily, “newcomer?”

Looking at the other person's appearance and state, Jiang Yi was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.

"Yes, he's new."

"Hmm," the male cultivator said, having received confirmation, he didn't even bother to widen his eyes any further, as if saying another word would be a waste of effort. "There aren't many rules on the mountain. Just mark out a piece of land for yourself, build a house, and settle down... Don't wander around and disrupt other people's cultivation..."

As if he had finished handing over a tremendous task, he continued to stroll leisurely down the mountain.

"I've been up in the mountain for too long. If I stay here any longer, I'll really ruin myself. I need to... go somewhere else for a while."

Jiang Yi stood there, watching the disheveled figure gradually disappear into the dense forest, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Could it be that everyone here, like her, practices the Sleeping Immortal Technique?
"Tsk~ Anyway, since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. Let's find a place to build a house first, and when Grandmaster returns, we'll inquire about the character of the Void Refinement cultivators in the sect."

I wonder if Master Yunye and Grandmaster Suhua have found Master and her mother, and what the situation is like in Beixuan.

With a sigh, Jiang Yi released Hua Gu. It would take forever to find a place to stay on this mountain on foot.

"I mean it~"

Hua Gu called out in a childish voice. Jiang Yi rubbed her head, and Hua Gu understood. Clouds and mist rose around her, and her figure quickly stretched and elongated in the hazy light. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a large, slender, and graceful white crane, its feathers still surrounded by wisps of barely perceptible mist, adding to its ethereal beauty.

Jiang Yi easily leaped onto the crane's back and found a comfortable position to sit cross-legged.

With a sudden flap of her large wings, Hua Gu stirred up fallen leaves and grass clippings, steadily carrying Jiang Yi straight into the sky.

From a high altitude, the entire panorama of Yunmiao Peak can be seen.

The mountain peaks are mostly covered by pristine greenery, with only a few scattered thatched huts and wooden houses visible near the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain where the terrain is gentler, showing no signs of any planning.

In some places, there are small plots of land that have been cultivated, but they seem to be in a semi-abandoned state, with weeds growing more luxuriantly than spiritual plants.

At the summit lies a relatively open and gentle alpine meadow, dotted with wildflowers, and a turquoise lake, like a jewel embedded in it, shimmers in the sunlight.

Beside the lake stood a fairly tidy thatched hut, small but more presentable than any other building seen along the way.

There was a flag next to the thatched hut. Jiang Yi let Hua Gu get closer and then she saw that it had the words "Yunye Residence" written on it.

"So this is where my master lives. He doesn't even lock the door. Is he really so poor that even a thief would have to leave him two spirit stones if he went in?"

The scenery of the mountains below also became clearer as the altitude increased.

At the edge of a cliff, two people sat cross-legged on a flat boulder, with black and white chess pieces scattered on a simple stone chessboard in the middle.

By the lake, a man sat with his hands tucked in his sleeves, his fishing rod casually stuck in the mud, while he leaned against a large rock and fell into a deep sleep.

Under the tree, someone spread out a tattered book, occasionally looking up at the sky with a vacant gaze, clearly not focused on the book.

When Hua Gu flew by carrying Jiang Yifei, the commotion she caused finally made these lazy, meditative cultivators raise their heads slightly.

They saw white cranes in the sky and blurry figures on their backs, their eyes showing neither surprise nor curiosity.

They all glanced at each other casually and then looked away.

Jiang Yi looked at them, and four words suddenly popped into her mind.

The Great Way is natural!

Perhaps in the eyes of these sword cultivators, the "Dao" is far broader than the "Dao of the Sword".

They follow their hearts and cultivate the realm of their true nature. As for the swords in their hands, they are like clouds and wind, nothing more than one of the most ordinary creations in the world.

Jiang Yi felt that this place suited her well, and it had a carefree atmosphere.

"Hua Gu, shall we build a house over there and settle down?"

Jiang Yi pointed to the opposite side of the lake, where there was a wide view and a flat grassland with sparse trees.

The white crane folded its wings and silently landed on the lakeside meadow designated by Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi lightly jumped off the crane's back, and Hua Gu returned to her little girl form, running happily among the wildflowers, startling a large swarm of butterflies.

Hua Gu suddenly turned around, her white hair flying, her eyes crinkling with laughter, innocent and carefree.

"Yes, Hua Gu likes it here."

Jiang Yi waved his hand and released Zhenshan and Duanjin, as well as the little snow demons who had been doing nothing in Youxian Ferry recently.

"Get to work! You guys build the houses, I'll go write a letter to Pu Ning and the others to tell them that I've settled down at the Lingxu Sword Sect."

　I'll write the bonus chapter for monthly pass winners this afternoon, and update later.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)