Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 311 Female Cultivator: To love someone is to cripple your own cultivation!
Just when everyone thought the situation was about to take a turn for the better.

Pingyang suddenly plunged the bone-piercing nail deep into his dantian.

A 'click' sound.

"Senior! Are you satisfied now?!"

Under Su Mengqing's stunned gaze, Pingyang's cultivation level began to fluctuate.

He then took another bone-piercing nail and stabbed it into his Tanzhong acupoint with lightning speed.

Jiang Chen was stunned; he didn't even have time to react.

You're a real idiot!

Anyone with eyes can see that the Emei nun's stance has softened somewhat, right?
You fucking stabbed yourself twice in quick succession?

The enemy team is all dead, and you're pushing the crystal with super minions. Suddenly, someone votes to surrender?

The nun from Emei was also stunned.

How to do?
Intervene to stop it?

Wouldn't I lose all face then?
Watching Pingyang's cultivation level steadily decline, it quickly dropped to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Although cultivation level is no longer the most important factor in the cultivation world.

But we are all monks.

Naturally, they knew how hard-won every bit of cultivation was.

For the sake of his beloved, Pingyang was willing to give up everything and start all over again.

This move might even cause him to lose his position as the crown prince of the Tiger Clan.

Unable to stop her, Su Mengqing cried until she fainted on the spot.

"This attitude, this sincerity."

Many female cultivators around felt this moment was incredibly romantic:
"I envy Su Mengqing so much. She has a Daoist partner who is willing to give up his cultivation for her."

"Sigh, my husband could never do what Pingyang did."

"So touching."

"No way! Sisters, we should have what others have too!"

“Yes! We are all female cultivators, and we are no worse than Su Mengqing. Each of us is a good baby whose cultivation is worth sacrificing for our partner.”

"What if my cultivation is abandoned because my partner doesn't agree?"

"That only proves that he doesn't love you!"

"Exactly. We're just asking him to cripple his cultivation, not to die. We're asking for an attitude. He won't even cripple his cultivation, so why should he say he loves me?"

Even Zhiruo and other female cultivators from Emei couldn't help but shed tears.

If a boy like this were to love her, what should she do?

After experiencing it for a while, they felt that this level of cultivation wasn't absolutely necessary.

He deserves it!

"You unfilial son! Stop right there!"

Before the domineering voice had even finished, a burly figure landed in front of Pingyang.

The tiger slapped its paw several times, managing to stop the continuous decline in its cultivation level.

Pingyang's originally pale face regained its rosy color.

Only then did everyone see the man who had torn through space to arrive.

A violent pressure emanated from him, and his dark black and gold battle robe fluttered in the wind. The blood-red tiger stripes embroidered on the hem roared and howled as if they were alive.

His face was as if carved by a knife and axe, his eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and his golden eyes burned like the blazing sun, so bright that even the air seemed to be scorched when he looked at it.

Her surging cultivation level was in no way inferior to that of the Emei nun; she was clearly a peak Mahayana cultivator.

"Open your mouth!"

Without waiting for Pingyang's consent, Ping Tianxiao pried open Pingyang's mouth and poured countless elixirs into it as if they were free.

A rough estimate suggests that Pingyang only stopped after consuming several hundred kilograms of medicinal herbs.

They forcefully pushed Pingyang's cultivation level back to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Ping Tianxiao then lifted Pingyang by the back of the neck with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his voice booming so loudly it made the eardrums of the onlookers ache:

"If my seed is to be destroyed, I'll have to do it myself!"

After saying that, he slammed Pingyang to the ground, creating a three-zhang-deep crater. Amidst the flying dust, he raised his foot and crushed the bone-piercing nail.

With a "crack," it was ground into powder.

Finally, he grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs, and sneered at Abbess Emei.

"Old nun, what kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation? Come and exchange a few moves with this king!"

"Heh, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Come and fight! Let me see how much power your Emei martial arts have!"

Ping Tianxiao took a sudden step forward, and his body suddenly exploded with blood-red killing intent.

The phantom images of a hundred beasts appeared behind them, and the roar of a tiger made everyone's eardrums buzz.

The nun of Emei showed no joy or sorrow, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her plain white Taoist robe gleaming with a cold light, and her aura was incredibly terrifying.

That's the level we've reached.

They already had absolute confidence in their own "Tao".

Well.
Jiang Chen looked at Pingyang, who was stuck in the crater and whose eyes were rolling back in his head.

He was already seriously injured, and that bastard Tiger King stepped on his head.

Finally, she couldn't resist showing herself:
"Hey Tiger King, why don't you take a look at that guy in the pit? He... he looks like he's about to die."

"what?"

Upon seeing Jiang Chen, the Fierce Tiger King finally realized that he had stepped on his own unfilial son.

"Oh dear, I was just angry for a moment. That old nun is so unreasonable! She actually led my son to ruin his cultivation."

"Hey, there's no right or wrong in this matter. If you ask me, we should always prioritize harmony. What kind of behavior is this, fighting and killing each other? Isn't it shameful? Do you think you're so cool now?"

The Tiger King lowered his head and remained silent.

After seeing who it was.

The Emei nun's imposing manner softened, but she was unwilling to lose even the slightest verbally.

"You acted out of anger? Why don't you mention that my disciple was deceived by your son?"

However, what Jiang Chen said does make sense; if the two of them really started fighting...

Tomorrow—no, today—I estimate that the two of them will be "stealing the show" on Douyin and dominating the trending topics list in less than an hour.

It would be incredibly embarrassing.

But then again.

I don't know when it started, but the Spirit Continent has come to regard fighting as shameful, considering it a vulgar and low-class behavior.

"Hmph! Since things have come to this, let's call it quits! I'll take my traitorous disciple back to the sect to be punished, and I don't care what happens to your son."

You're so spicy.

Ping Tianxiao used lip reading to greet the Emei nun who had taken advantage of him linguistically.

You are the son of a dog, your whole family are sons of a dog!
"Tonic medicine!"

Upon hearing that Su Mengqing was to be punished, Pingyang, who was on the verge of death, stubbornly stood up:

"Master! It's all my fault. If you have any problems, come at me! Don't make things difficult for Xiangcai!"

Ping Tianxiao looked at his son's miserable state, then at the girl who had fainted from crying, and couldn't bear to speak:

“I’m telling you, they genuinely like him, so what’s this about deceiving them? Their cultivation can be restarted anyway. I guarantee you that I can use all the resources of the Tiger Clan to help your disciple rebuild his cultivation and reach the Nascent Soul stage within two hundred years.”

"No need, they're not suitable."

The Emei nun responded coldly.

This isn't appropriate?
Not only Ping Tianxiao, but also the surrounding onlookers expressed their dissatisfaction.

If this is still not suitable...

What is their relationship with their Daoist partner now?
Jiang Chen smiled and suddenly spoke:

"The nun must still be thinking about the 'Golden Gourd Hammer,' right?"

Upon hearing this, the Emei nun's face suddenly darkened:

"I've long forgotten about that beast Fang Ping!"

"But I haven't said he's Fang Ping yet."

"you!"

The nun's chest heaved violently.

If it weren't for Jiang Chen's status, she would have slapped anyone else across the face with her whisk if they mentioned Fang Ping!
"hehe."

Jiang Chen chuckled twice, looked at the Emei nun, and slowly said:

"At the time, people in the industry said that Fang Ping started a relationship but then abandoned the person, but is that really the case?"

"What do you mean? You're secretly investigating me?!"

"Why bother checking?"

Jiang Chen took out a photo-recording stone.

"Back then, the story of you chasing Fang Ping for three thousand miles is still told in the teahouses of Taixu Domain. Countless people witnessed it back then."

The image projected by the photo stone.

In her youth, the Emei nun, dressed in a pale yellow dress, wielded a long sword and slashed at a scholar, sending him fleeing in terror. The wind from her sword caused mountains to crumble and the earth to split, yet the scholar, in his escape, still managed to protect the food box in his arms.

See this scene.

Even the Emei nun's resolve wavered somewhat.

She hadn't entered Emei at that time.

Back then, these top sects weren't like they are now. Emei, as a top sect, had a very high standard, and only conducted an entrance examination once every hundred years.

She was known as the number one female cultivator in the Golden Core realm in the Taixu Domain, while Fang Ping, the Golden Melon Hammer, was a Confucian cultivator who wielded two gilded hammers.

The two met, got to know each other, became friends, and fell in love.

The other party was attracted by the cunning and cheerful personality of the Emei nun, which was different from other female cultivators.

The nun from Emei was also intrigued by the scholar wielding the large hammer.

Suddenly, someone among the onlookers exclaimed:
"I remember now! Isn't Fang Ping that guy?"

"Shut up!"

Twelve bone-piercing nails flew out from the sleeve of the Emei nun, pinning down all the whispers in their direction.

She turned to tear through space and leave, but Jiang Chen's next words froze her in place:

"Fang Ping once asked someone to pass on a message to you, but by then you had already joined Emei."

The mountain wind suddenly stopped.

The Emei nun's figure visibly froze, her robe hem fluttering even without wind.

After a full ten breaths, she finally managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth:
"Is he worthy?"

He said.

Jiang Chen lightly tapped the image stone with his fingertip, and the image showed an elderly man with white hair lying on a sickbed.

The old man coughed as he unfolded a yellowed letter, on which was drawn a crooked little figure that had been flattened by a golden mace.

A poem was inscribed beside it:

To die by her sword, even as a ghost, is to have a romantic death.

"fart!"

The Emei nun abruptly turned around, shattering the detached and detached demeanor she had cultivated for a thousand years:

"He was clearly embracing that bitch."

"The junior sister of the Jade Sword Sect is his own cousin. Why did you do that? Have you forgotten your situation at the time?"

What was the situation at that time?
The Emei nun suddenly remembered that, as a rogue cultivator without a sect or school, and with her unruly personality, she had not chosen to keep a low profile after forming her extraordinary core.

Instead, she took it for granted to bestow upon herself the useless title of "Number One Golden Core Female Cultivator in the Taixu Domain".

And it was after that that Fang Ping began to distance himself from him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Even though I've formed a unique inner core, I've never looked down on him. It's his own chauvinism that's the problem! All men are the same!"

"is it?"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly:
"Then why don't you think about it from a different perspective, Master? As the head of the Emei Sect, what would you do if a rogue cultivator in the Taixu Domain formed a unique Golden Core and claimed to be the number one Golden Core cultivator?"

Should we let her grow up unchecked?

"Should we recruit him into our sect?"

"Or perhaps it's about her extraordinary elixir, hehe."

The nun from Emei was taken aback.

I had never thought of that.

Looking back now, it's a bit strange that no one did anything to me when I was so arrogant back then.

Jiang Chen didn't keep anyone in suspense and directly revealed the truth of what happened.

"The reason for this is that after you formed your Golden Core, you did not restrain yourself but instead boasted about your title as the number one female Golden Core cultivator."

"In order to protect you, Fang Ping went to the Blood Fiend Sect and sold his own Righteous Spiritual Root to sign a contract with them, making them protect you until you join a sect that can protect you."

"Fang Ping originally planned to tell you these things after you joined the sect."

"But who would have thought you would join the Emei Sect? Here, love is forbidden and affection is locked away. With the war between the righteous and the demonic sects underway, it's impossible for the demonic sects to get close, let alone tell you the news."

"Making up a story?"

Despite her rapid breathing, the Emei nun still refused to believe Jiang Chen's words:

"Then why didn't he tell me? Instead, he was flirting with the junior sister of the Jade Sword Sect."

"How can Fang Ping, who has lost his noble spiritual root, keep up with your pace?"

"You fart!"

"Now that my cultivation has reached its peak, and I stand atop Mount Emei! If he were so inclined, why wouldn't he come looking for me!"

"Master Tai."

Jiang Chen's tone became somewhat low:

"You know that without spiritual roots, one cannot cultivate. Fang Ping won't live much longer. He had Junior Sister put on an act for you so that you would give up on him."

"he"

"He died long ago, before the war between good and evil even began."

The nun from Emei suddenly staggered back two steps, muttering to herself unconsciously.

"Impossible, impossible. His talent is so great, isn't it just a spiritual root? Fang Ping can stand at the top of the continent even without a noble spiritual root! His talent is really, really good! You must be lying to me!"

"senior?"

Someone in the crowd stepped forward and took out their identity token as an inner disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect:
"I can attest that what the president said is true. I have also heard that the elders of the Demonic Sect praised Fang Ping. He was a great romantic. He was very talented, but he was so caught up in the tribulations of love that he lost his will to cultivate and eventually died in despair. Our Blood Fiend Sect still keeps the painting that Senior Fang Ping left on his deathbed, which means that we will never be simps again."

He is really dead.
The nun tried to remain calm, but her hand holding the whisk trembled uncontrollably.

"What painting?"

The Blood Fiend Sect disciple took out his phone.

This indicates that many disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect use this painting as wallpaper to constantly remind themselves.

In the painting, a girl in a yellow dress sits on a swing eating the food prepared by Fang Pingqin, with pear blossoms still clinging to the hem of her skirt as he deliberately tossed them up.

There is another line of smaller text below:
"Chasing me for three thousand miles? Liang Tingting, you're something else! I hope we meet again in my next life, so I can chase you with a golden hammer."

The boy who would gather rare flowers from all over the world for her, secretly cook meals for her while she practiced swordsmanship, and run to the street to sell candied hawthorns just because she casually praised them, had never let her down.

A tear fell onto the photo stone.

This supreme Mahayana master, who has dominated the world for thousands of years, is now crying like the little girl who lost her candy figurine years ago.

Her hands trembled as she reached for her sleeve pocket—where half a piece of moldy pear syrup candy still remained.

It was her own arbitrariness that caused her beloved to become someone she could never forgive.

Jiang Chen suddenly pushed the now-conscious Su Mengqing towards the nun:
"You didn't have the chance to choose back then, but you do now."

The calico cat brought the Dill diamond ring just in time.

The nun from Emei looked at the diamond ring, then at Su Mengqing's tear-streaked face, and then at her younger self in the photo stone.

Suddenly, he snatched the diamond ring, put it on his finger, and dragged Su Mengqing away.
"Come back to the mountain with your master!"

"what?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Ah for what?"

The nun wiped her face and glared fiercely at Pingyang:

"The betrothal gifts should be in accordance with the highest standards of the Tiger Clan! In addition to buying a house in the most prosperous core area of ​​the Heavenly Demon Domain for the newlyweds, you must also buy one in the Void Domain!"

She glared at Pingyang again and threatened:
"As an excellent Daoist partner, the most important thing is to never let her hear from anyone else that you love her!"

That last sentence was clearly addressed to the boy under the pear tree who could no longer hear it.

"I"

Pingyang's face flushed with excitement:

"I will definitely give Xiangcai the most grand wedding in the Spirit Continent to prove that I will love her for all eternity!"

Jiang Chen was happy to help him achieve his goal.

They indicated that the wedding could be handled by their Wan San Wedding Planning Department, which would be absolutely grand and make Su Mengqing feel like the happiest woman in the world.

Finally, Jiang Chen extended an invitation to the soon-to-be-married couple:
"Would you like to film a variety show about dating? The show would be called 'The Romantic Trip of the Couple 2025'."

Ok?
Dating reality show.

Most of the people at the scene looked completely bewildered.

Dating can be made into a variety show now?

"Yes, this is a reality show jointly produced by Wan San Wedding Planning and Wan San Entertainment, focusing on the growth of couples' relationships."

"We plan to gather four newlywed couples to travel to the Nine Regions and experience different romantic styles and cultural exchanges."

"Let these newlyweds take photos at iconic buildings in each area to record their sweet moments, and deepen their understanding and emotional connection with each other through comparisons of different cultural customs."

Jiang Chen had just finished speaking.

The female cultivators around them, including Su Mengqing, all wore expressions of longing.

This is so romantic!
Even the usually aloof Zhiruo couldn't help but clench her sleeves.

Su Mengqing's cheeks flushed red, and the romantic scene of walking hand in hand with Pingyang across the Nine Realms appeared in her mind.

How do I register?

(End of this chapter)