I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 10: Sword Immortal's Remains - Old Stories
In the tea room of Xu's private school.

An old man with a white beard sat on a futon, with a chopping board with tea sets in front of him and a scorching hot teapot on his left.

"Master, the distinguished guest has arrived."

There was a knock on the door outside the tea room.

"Please come in."

As Master Xu spoke, he also stood up and bowed to Ning Jianshuang: "This old man greets Miss Ning. I never thought that such a distinguished guest would visit us today. I apologize for my disrespect."

Ning Jianshuang entered the tea room and bowed in return. Then, following the tutor's guidance, she took a seat and said calmly, "It's my abrupt visit this time. I tried not to disturb the teacher's nap, but I didn't expect to cause a bit of a commotion."

Master Xu sighed, "Miss Ning has made a fool of herself... That scholar was one of my less-than-talented disciples. He wrote quite well, so I kept him in the private school to teach and educate him. I didn't expect that after all these years, he only grew in age, but not in experience or memory."

"Master Xu's family affairs are beyond my reach." Ning Jianshuang said calmly, "I'm not here for this matter either. Let's talk about business - Master, do you know where my father is?"

Master Xu picked up the kettle and poured boiling hot water into the teapot. The curled tea leaves rolled and stretched in the boiling water.

"Jiang Baichuan's whereabouts are a taboo in the martial arts world, and a secret that countless people are searching for. Fifteen years have passed, and Miss Ning still hasn't given up?"

Ning Jianshuang raised her eyes slightly and said calmly, "It is precisely because fifteen years have passed that I came to look for my father's whereabouts. This is my mother's last wish, and it is also my filial duty as a daughter."

"It took you fifteen years to regain your footing. Now you're out looking for Jiang Baichuan. Even if you find him, what can you do? Can you protect him? Or do you want to repeat what happened fifteen years ago?"

"Forgive me for being blunt, but how many people in the Juyi Pavilion currently support Miss Ning in taking Jiang Baichuan back? You came to Yunzhou without even a few guards, so I guess you're acting in secret, right?"

Master Xu held down the shaking teapot lid and said earnestly, "Sometimes, the past is the past, and what should be let go should be let go. Why is Miss Ning so obsessed with it?"

Ning Jianshuang remained silent.

At this point, her identity has become clear.

Ning Jianshuang's mother was a descendant of the founding Duke of Ningguo of the Southern Dynasty, and her father was Jiang Baichuan, the son of Jiang Shenlong, the previous head of the Juyi Pavilion.

After the death of Duke Ningguo, the title was inherited by his descendants, but there was no one to succeed him and the family gradually declined. The Juyi Pavilion was one of the powerful families in the martial arts world. The previous leader of the Juyi Pavilion had the merit of following the emperor, but in order to ensure his status in the martial arts world and avoid the intrigues in the court, he resigned the title of marquis from the Southern Dynasty emperor and founded the Juyi Pavilion.

The strength of martial artists in the martial arts world is also divided into different levels.

In today's era, there is no true cultivation, only true martial arts.

The pinnacle of martial arts is the "Ten People in the World", also known as the "Ten Heavenly Positions".

The previous leader of Juyi Pavilion, Jiang Shenlong, had always been among the "Top Ten People in the World" during his lifetime and was known as the "Dragon King of Prison". It was said that at the peak of his power, he personally put on armor and charged into battle outside Yumen Pass, single-handedly breaking through the 3,000 heavy cavalry invading from the Northern Dynasty.

More than thirty years ago, after Jiang Shenlong passed away, Juyi Pavilion lost its reputation as one of the top ten people in the world. His two sons, the eldest son, was ambushed and plotted against when he was young and became a cripple, and did not live past the age of thirty; the younger son, Jiang Baichuan, had good physique, but did not have time to receive all of Jiang Shenlong's true teachings.

If it were just this, Juyi Pavilion would probably become like other powerful families in the martial arts world, and because of the loss of its leader, it would gradually decline to become a first- or second-rate force in the martial arts world... Although it is a bit helpless, it is not unacceptable.

But things happen unexpectedly. Fifteen years ago, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty passed away, and the stable political structure was broken, which directly triggered a palace coup.

The emperor of the Southern Dynasty had a total of six sons and four daughters. Except for two married princesses and a young prince, all other crown princes participated in the palace coup.

It is naturally impossible for this group of princes and princesses to carry out a palace coup on their own. They have all cultivated their own forces, and the forces of the underworld should not be underestimated.

In the world of true cultivation, the deterrent power of 500 infantrymen may not be as effective as that of a master.

A thousand strong soldiers are enough to be a deterrent.

A palace coup requires speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy...In the Forbidden City where the army cannot be mobilized on a large scale, the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is maximized.

Therefore, a considerable part of the main forces in this palace coup were martial arts masters recruited by the princes.

As a local underworld family in Jiankang, Juyi Pavilion was inevitably involved.

The outcome of this palace coup will be left aside for now.

A large number of imperial guards and people from the martial arts world were killed or injured, and the entire capital of the Southern Dynasty was in panic.

Jiang Baichuan was one of the few warriors who walked out of the Forbidden City alive and took away a treasure from the Southern Dynasty.

——The remains of the Sword Immortal!
There is no true cultivation in this world anymore.

Therefore, no one in the world today has ever seen a land immortal.

But immortals on land did exist, and these "relics" are proof of their existence and are incomparable treasures.

Its usefulness is very obvious, and countless people in all dynasties have proved that after obtaining the remains of the immortals on land, even if you have mediocre qualifications, you can rise quickly. It is like a plug-in that anyone can use and supports hot plugging.

Anyone who gets this kind of top-level plug-in will definitely keep it away and will never reveal even a little bit of information about it.

When the Southern Dynasty was founded, three remains of land gods were collected, and their specific effects were marked and divided.

During the palace coup fifteen years ago, two of the three remains were stolen, leaving only one in the Forbidden City.

The relic that Jiang Baichuan took away was named "The Fourth Riding Wind".

Therefore, his whereabouts became a secret pursued by the entire underworld.

As long as we find him, we can find the remains of the Sword Immortal.

Even though fifteen years have passed, there are still countless people in the martial arts world searching for clues about Jiang Baichuan.

That is a good thing that can guarantee your advancement to the Grandmaster level.

Master Xu dared to say that if even the slightest bit of information was leaked, his private school would have to close its doors and refuse visitors, otherwise he would not even be able to live a peaceful life.

People are greedy.

The old master's gaze wandered, but he didn't sense any similar emotion from Ning Jianshuang. Perhaps she truly didn't care about the Sword Immortal's remains. Ning Jianshuang picked up the teacup and took a sip. "When I find my father, I'll naturally persuade him to return this item to the court."

"He's already held it for fifteen years, so he shouldn't be reluctant to part with it. If it's a treasure that means he's destined to never return home and never see his family, then he can just throw it away."

Master Xu smiled. "Well said... But this is from your perspective as a daughter. You are not a martial artist, so how can you understand their persistence?"

"What do you mean?" Ning Jianshuang raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes full of sharpness.

"Jiang Baichuan has always wanted to regain the glory his father had... He has a deep obsession. He wants to reach the top and challenge the position of one of the 'Top Ten People in the World'!"

Master Xu sighed, "Wouldn't it be better to just guard the Juyi Pavilion's assets? Why bother running to the Forbidden City and desperately trying to snatch a Sword Immortal's remains?"

Ning Jianshuang interrupted directly: "This is my family matter. Master Xu, please tell me the truth - where is my father?"

Master Xu continued to refill the tea. "Miss Ning seems certain that I know his whereabouts?"

Ning Jianshuang said nothing, but just stared at Master Xu silently.

stare--!
Master Xu drinks tea.

Ning Jianshuang continued to stare.

Master Xu continued to drink tea.

This went on for a cup of tea.

Ning Jianshuang withdrew her gaze first, stood up and left: "I will come again tomorrow."

Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and threw it on the table: "This question is quite interesting. The master's skills in mathematics have improved a lot."

Master Xu picked it up and looked at it. "This is just a question for students. I think it won't be difficult for Miss Ning."

"I didn't come up with this answer." Ning Jianshuang said calmly, "It was given by a young master."

"Oh?"

"He only took a glance at the question, which took less than three breaths." Ning Jianshuang said, and left the tea room, leaving Master Xu alone looking at the paper and lost in thought.

After a while.

Master Xu looked at the copied notes he had received from the student on the table, gathered his sleeves, and ordered, "Go and call the people."

The scholar in a white hat came to the door of the teahouse and said with great trepidation: "Student pays his respects to the Master."

Across the screen, the teacher said calmly, "You've been teaching in the private school for almost ten years, right?"

"Yes……"

"From now on, study hard at home for the exam. You don't have to come to Xu's private school anymore."

Isn't this sentence just kicking you out?
The scholar in the white hat turned pale in an instant. Just as he was about to say something, he stumbled and fell to the ground. His fingertips pierced the mud and sand, his face full of regret and annoyance.

……

Inside the carriage.

Luoluo asked in a low voice: "Miss, is there no news from the master?"

"Not at the moment, but he should know something. I'm sure I can find out something tomorrow."

Ning Jianshuang held her forehead with one hand, unable to hide her worry.

Jiang Baichuan has been missing and wandering for fifteen years.

Wasn't the Juyi Pavilion that remained behind also in turmoil and with people's morale low?
If there wasn't a Yama standing behind the word "Yi" in Juyi Pavilion and if there wasn't a legacy, it would have been devoured by various forces long ago.

Ning Jianshuang leaned tiredly against the cushions and said quietly, "No matter what, we must find our father... alive or dead."

……

It was evening, outside Yunzhou City.

Bai Xuan arrived at his destination riding a reed-haired horse.

The name of this mountain is Huwei Mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, but it can be seen that the temple is not very popular and is rarely visited.

But this kind of place is a secluded place, brother is ecstatic.

Climbing to the middle of the mountain, a slightly dilapidated Taoist temple appeared in front of us. In the courtyard of the Taoist temple stood a large bronze tripod with three incense sticks inserted in it, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke.

A man was squatting on the doorstep. He was a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe and was wiping the blood off the sword in his arms.

Bai Xuan looked at the other party.

The other party also looked at him.

"Boy, who are you and what are you doing here?" The Taoist priest sat on the doorstep motionless. As he asked, a powerful force swept over, and a strong wind blew in the surrounding mountains and forests, branches swayed, and leaves fell.

Bai Xuan was slightly distracted.

But he was not intimidated by the other party's momentum.

Instead, his eyes fell on the Taoist's side and back.

There crouched a phantom black tiger, like an illusion, but the changes caused by the roaring forest were real.

The old antique who was five hundred years behind the latest version thought... What the hell is this?
(End of this chapter)