Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

The island was a paradise on earth, with peach blossoms in full bloom and petals falling everywhere. Pavilions and towers appeared and disappeared in the mist.

"As expected of Fairy Spirit Island."

Dao Xuan sighed softly in admiration. He walked casually, not deliberately concealing his presence, yet he seemed to blend seamlessly into his surroundings.

Turning past a peach grove, the scene before him made Dao Xuan's gaze sharpen.

Amidst the fluttering peach blossoms, a young girl in a light green dress was dancing gracefully.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure and an exquisitely beautiful face.

Especially her eyes, which were as clear as a mountain spring.

What Dao Xuan found most interesting was that the girl exuded a rich natural aura.

A subtle resonance with heaven and earth—this is precisely the characteristic of the descendants of Nuwa.

The girl quickly noticed Dao Xuan, stopped dancing, and looked him up and down curiously: "Who are you?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying an innocent naiveté.

Dao Xuan smiled slightly: "Little girl, who are you?"

"My name is Ling'er." The girl tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Master, your aura is very pleasant; you don't seem like a bad person. But how did you get in?"

"That's how I walked in," Dao Xuan said with a smile.

Ling'er blinked, clearly not quite believing it.

Although she was naive, she knew that there was a protective array outside the island, and ordinary people could not get in at all.

Just then, a hurried cry came from afar: "Ling'er, come quickly!"

An old woman led dozens of women carrying swords hurriedly over, all of them looking wary.

"Grandma!" Ling'er waved happily, "This Taoist priest isn't a bad person!"

The old woman dared not be careless, quickly stepping forward to shield Ling'er behind her, while keeping a watchful eye on Dao Xuan:

"Who are you? And why are you trespassing on Immortal Spirit Island?"

Dao Xuan didn't take it to heart and said calmly, "I am Dao Xuan of Qingyun Sect. I have no intention of offending you. I just sensed a connection with this place and came to explore."

"Qingyun Sect Daoxuan?"

The old woman trembled, repeating incredulously, "You...you are really Dao Xuan Zhenren?"

"It is indeed I, the humble Taoist."

After confirming her identity, the old woman's attitude changed drastically, and she immediately bowed respectfully.

"This old woman, Jiang, pays her respects to the venerable one! I was unaware of your presence and have offended you greatly; please forgive me!"

The women behind him also bowed, their gazes towards Dao Xuan filled with awe and curiosity.

"No need for such formalities, everyone." Dao Xuan flicked his sleeves, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

The crowd welcomed Dao Xuan into the main hall and served him fragrant tea.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Dao Xuan looked at Ling'er, who had been curiously observing him, and suddenly spoke:

"Ling'er, would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Ling'er was taken aback and subconsciously looked at her grandmother.

Jiang was first startled, then overjoyed.

She knew all too well what Ling'er's identity meant, and she was also all too aware of the dangers Ling'er faced.

If one could become a disciple of Dao Xuan, what would those dangers matter?

"Ling'er, say yes quickly!" Jiang urged hurriedly.

Although Ling'er didn't quite understand the deeper meaning, she could feel the warm aura emanating from Dao Xuan.

So she obediently knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Disciple Zhao Ling'er greets Master!"

Dao Xuan smiled and nodded, extending his hand to help you up: "Get up. From this day forward, you are my personal disciple, Dao Xuan."

For the next ten days, Dao Xuan stayed on Immortal Spirit Island and personally guided Ling'er's cultivation.

To his surprise, Ling'er's talent far exceeded his expectations.

As a descendant of Nuwa, she was extremely sensitive to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In just ten days, he had already mastered the basic techniques to a considerable degree.

Ten days later, Dao Xuan took Ling'er and left Immortal Spirit Island to continue his search for the Fire Spirit Pearl in the Southern Frontier.

With this descendant of Nuwa present, things will surely go much more smoothly.

After leaving Immortal Spirit Island, Dao Xuan did not rush on his journey, but instead took Ling'er on a trip.

Ling'er, who has lived on the island for many years, is full of curiosity about everything in the human world.

"Master, look how beautiful that dress is!"

"Master, I want to eat that candied hawthorn!"

"And that clay figure, it's so lifelike!"

Ling'er, like a bird released from its cage, hopped and skipped about in the street.

Her clear voice and stunning beauty drew frequent glances from passersby.

Dao Xuan looked at the innocent and happy Ling'er, his eyes filled with love.

The descendants of Nuwa represent hope and vitality, and this pure and sincere nature is the most precious quality in cultivation.

"Alright, alright, I'll buy them all." Dao Xuan rarely indulged his little disciple, taking out money to fulfill her little wishes one by one.

The path of spiritual practice requires a balance of tension and relaxation.

Letting Ling'er experience more of the everyday life of ordinary people will also benefit her mental cultivation.

"Master, I've heard that West Lake is very beautiful, and West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce is delicious. Shall we go and see it?"

Ling'er affectionately linked arms with Dao Xuan, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"West Lake?"

Dao Xuan pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, I have never been there either."

He remembered that the place had stunning scenery, and it would be nice to take Ling'er there to see it.

Thinking of this, Dao Xuan suddenly had a thought.

I wonder if Japanese pirates exist in this world?

If so, Dao Xuan would immediately draw the Immortal Execution Sword.

Cherry blossom viewing!

No matter if the seedlings are good or bad, early or late, pull them all out.

Dao Xuan snorted coldly in his heart.

Then, with a gentle expression, he said to Ling'er, "I haven't been there either. Let's go."

The two then headed towards West Lake without any haste.

The master and his apprentice strolled leisurely towards West Lake, enjoying the scenery along the way.

During the journey, Dao Xuan continued to guide Ling'er in her cultivation. This pleased him greatly.

Ling'er made rapid progress, and her understanding of water-based magic far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"You possess the bloodline of Nuwa and are naturally drawn to the power of water."

Dao Xuan instructed, "However, remember that the key to cultivation lies in balance."

The proper way is for water and fire to complement each other, for yin and yang to be in harmony.

Ling'er nodded obediently: "Disciple will remember."

Seven days later, the master and his apprentice finally arrived at West Lake.

In early summer, the West Lake glistens with light, the lotus leaves stretch to the sky in an endless expanse of green, and the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, are a vibrant red.

Tourists thronged the area, and music and singing filled the air—a truly bustling scene.

"How beautiful!" Ling'er stood by the lake, gazing at it intently.

Dao Xuan couldn't help but nod in praise: "Indeed, his reputation is well-deserved."

The two found an inn by West Lake to stay in.

Over the next few days, Ling'er had a blast, spending her days boating on the lake, enjoying the scenery, and savoring delicious food.

In the evenings, she would pester Daoxuan to tell her all sorts of stories.

Dao Xuan was happy to indulge his little disciple, putting aside his cultivation for the time being and devoting himself to accompanying her in experiencing the joys of the human world.

……

A month later, the master and his apprentice finally entered the southern border region.

The local customs and traditions here are very different from those in China, and the air is filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

"Master, this place feels so familiar."

Ling'er took a deep breath, a comfortable expression appearing on her face.

Dao Xuan nodded: "You are a descendant of Nuwa, so it is normal for you to feel at home here."

The deeper they went into the southern border region, the more obvious the changes in Ling'er became.

Her eyes were brighter, and the natural aura emanating from her was more intense.

After some questioning.

Three days later, they finally arrived at their destination—the Nuwa Temple.