Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 532 Lu Wu Bloodline

Zhu Shuang'er lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Even though the bed was soft and much more comfortable than the one on the mountain, I still felt uncomfortable for some reason.

Just like...

The people here.

The people in the Zhu family treated her with respect and courtesy, speaking to her in a kind and reverent tone, which should have been more comfortable than being scolded by elders. However, she felt like an outsider and could not fit in no matter what.

everything,
They were all different from what I had imagined.

When old friends reunite after many years, there is no joy or excitement, only envy and flattery.

Even the young master,

It also became very unfamiliar.

"Ugh!"

Zhu Shuang'er closed her eyes, Zhu Ju's words echoing in her mind.

"When experienced elders guide younger generations, they often use profound and enigmatic language, leaving the younger generation to ponder it themselves. This is a very bad habit."

Home is where my heart is!

"What you're looking for isn't your hometown, but a place that makes you feel at ease. It doesn't even have to be a specific location; a hobby, a goal, or even a person will do."

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Shuang'er suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion:
"Am I too stupid?"

Unable to fall asleep, she simply put on her clothes, left the room, and went to the elm tree.

The only thing in the Zhu residence that felt familiar to her and exactly as she remembered it was this elm tree.

"Shuang'er, are you still awake?"

"Miss Ming."

Zhu Shuang'er turned her head to look at Ming Nianwei, who was dressed in flowing white, and nodded in acknowledgment:
"You're not asleep either?"

"Me?" Ming Nianwei smiled sweetly:
“Since embarking on the path of spiritual practice, I have replaced sleep with meditation. Two hours of meditation each day is enough to restore my energy, and I have forgotten what it feels like to sleep.”

"Ah!" Zhu Shuang'er exclaimed in surprise, then realized:

"No wonder Miss Ming's cultivation is so remarkable; it's rare to find a sixth-rank mage in such a small place."

"If hard work pays off, everyone can achieve something." Ming Nianwei shook her head slightly upon hearing this, and then added dismissively:
"That's it!"

"You're thinking about this?"

“The mage’s senses are the most acute. Shuang’er’s agitation and restlessness cannot be hidden from me.”

“…Yes.” Zhu Shuang’er hesitated for a moment:
"I'm just feeling sentimental, but I don't know how to deal with it."

"Times have changed, and the past is gone?" Ming Nianwei expressed her understanding:

“I’ve had similar feelings. My childhood playmates are no longer around.”

"Really?" Zhu Shuang'er asked curiously.

How did you adapt?

"Adapt?" Ming Nianwei smiled.

"Everyone has their own ambitions and their own destiny. Can I force them not to change?"

"I myself have grown up, matured, and changed a lot, so I gradually accepted it."

Zhu Shuang'er nodded slowly.

but,

These are not the only things that she is anxious about.

"Today, my elder brother told me that home is where my heart is, and my master has also helped me find a place of peace. I have always been foolish and have never understood this, which is why I am restless."

"I see!" Ming Nianwei exclaimed in realization.

"Does Miss Shuang'er know why I cultivate?"

"Why?"

"For immortality."

Ok?
Zhu Shuang'er was taken aback.

“At our age, we’re still far from death, so we don’t have much of a feeling about life and death,” Ming Nianwei shrugged and said.

“But I have personally witnessed my sister, who is two years older than me, die of illness. I watched her cry for three days and finally breathe her last. I also watched my disciple, who is one year younger than me, struggle in a flood but drown. So, from a very young age, I was filled with fear of death.”

"I'm afraid of death!"

"I hope I don't die."

Zhu Shuang'er nodded slowly.

She didn't really have a deep understanding of death. Although she had killed people and slain demons, the deaths of people around her were not normal, and even if they had, she had never witnessed them. However, she could understand Ming Nianwei's thoughts.

"so……"

Ming Nianwei smiled and said:
"Immortality is my path, my 'home'."

Ok?
Zhu Shuang'er's beautiful eyes widened, her heart pounded, and a sudden realization dawned on her.

"Only by finding one's own goals and understanding one's own convictions can one go further."

"There are many ignorant people in the world, but few who truly understand what they want and take steps to achieve it."

Ming Nianwei sighed softly:
"This principle is very simple, but not everyone understands it."

"..." Zhu Shuang'er blinked:

"strangeness."

"What's wrong?" "Why do you and my elder brother give me a similar feeling to Master, both of you being very insightful?"

This clarity is not just a general statement, but a special quality born from long experience in high positions.

Ming Nianwei was taken aback, then smiled and shook her head, but did not explain.

Shuang'er's master, Wu Jiu, is currently a third-rank official, and the Li Chengxia in her memory is no less impressive.

As for Zhu Ju...

Even more mysterious.

Strong people all share common traits.

"It's getting late." Ming Nianwei looked up at the crescent moon.
"Shuang'er, it's time to go back and rest."

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"Lord."

"Come in."

"squeak……"

The door opened, and Ming Nianwei stepped in, bowing respectfully.

"Shuang'er has already gone to sleep."

"Ah."

Zhu Ju held a porcelain bottle in his hand and nodded slowly:

"This girl is quite thoughtful."

"Longevity Pill." Looking at the porcelain bottle, Ming Nianwei smiled:

"This pill is extraordinary; even an inner disciple of the True Martial Sect would find it very difficult to obtain even one."

"Taking it can add twenty years to one's lifespan. She must have paid a considerable price to obtain it for her master."

"Twenty years of lifespan is nothing," Zhu Ju said.
"But it can postpone the age limit of thirty for martial arts practitioners by ten years. Advancing to the sixth rank before the age of forty is not too late. This is like a magic pill for many people who are thirty years old and have reached the seventh rank."

Generally speaking.

If one cannot advance to the sixth rank before the age of thirty, there is no hope for advancement in one's entire life, but there are exceptions.

like.

Take longevity pills.

But just thinking about it, it's easy to imagine how expensive these kinds of pills are.

"Lord."

Ming Nianwei reached out her hand, and in her palm was a flying insect:
"I found this in the courtyard. It's a kind of puppet worm that martial artists can control with their qi and blood to sense their surroundings."

"Oh!"

Zhu Ju raised his eyebrows:

"Is someone eyeing the Zhu family?"

"Yes."

Ming Nianwei nodded:
"These puppet insects are very exquisite, and there aren't many places that can make them. The Dao Asking Sect is one of them."

"The Dao Seeking Sect?" Zhu Ju frowned.
"They haven't given up yet?"

"wrong!"

“They wouldn’t think Zhang Fang’s death was related to me, and it wouldn’t be worth offending the Zhenwu Sect over Qian Hu’s disappearance. There must be other reasons behind this.”

"Yes." Ming Nianwei nodded.

“Zhang Fang and Qian Hu must have something else on them that makes the people of the Dao Asking Sect willing to offend the True Martial Sect in order to find out.”

"I doubt……"

"Once Shuang'er leaves, they will come looking for her again."

Zhu Ju touched his chin, his eyes full of confusion, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

"It doesn't matter."

"My cultivation has advanced further, and I am now at the middle of the seventh rank. I am not afraid even when facing the King Cauldron."

There are two major realms between the seventh and fifth ranks, but for him, it is not an insurmountable barrier.

Upon hearing this, Ming Nianwei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Her cultivation was also progressing rapidly, but in the short term, she was still no match for Wang Ding.

…………

Sanhe Gang.

Water dungeon.

"Wow..."

An iron cage was pulled out of the water by chains, and inside was the unconscious Qian Hu.

"it's him?"

"Yes."

Li Xianshan, the leader of the Sanhe Gang, stood in the darkness, his eyes gleaming.

"The Lu Wu bloodline is the key to that place. I never thought it would actually be in Taiyuan Prefecture."

"After more than a thousand years, it has finally appeared in the world today!"

"It's a pity we weren't the first to find him," another person sighed.
"The people of the Dao Seeking Sect are incredibly skilled. Are you sure they can't find this place?"

Li Xianshan's expression darkened.

(End of this chapter)