Mortal: Traveling Between Two Realms with Mei Ning to Pick Up Trash

Xiao Long was saved by Han Li.

Just as Zhou Yu reached out to support the middle-aged man, a stream of spiritual energy flowed into Xiaolong's body, and Xiaolong let out a muffled groan.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his lips quivering so he couldn't speak, he just kept kowtowing.

Han Li withdrew his hand and glanced at Zhou Yu, as if confirming something.

"Carry him inside," Han Li said.

Zhou Yu bent down and picked up Xiao Long. Xiao Long's head was tilted in Zhou Yu's arms. Although his breathing was weak, his complexion had become much more stable.

Zhou Yu carried him into the shop and placed him on the bed in the backyard.

Han Li followed him in, took out a jade bottle, poured out some pills, and fed them to the little dragon.

Zhou Yu watched from the side with a strange look in his eyes, thinking that this must be the famous Forget-Me-Not Pill.

"The external injuries aren't serious, but the internal organs were damaged. They'll be fine after a few days of rest," Han Li said calmly.

The middle-aged man knelt outside the door, not daring to come in, only repeatedly saying, "Thank you, Immortal Master, thank you, Immortal Master."

……

As night deepened, Zhou Yu and Han Li arrived outside the Green Bamboo Pavilion.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, and the wind blew from deep within the bamboo forest.

The two stood side by side, neither of them speaking.

Han Li suddenly spoke.

"Little Zhou, you're not suited for cultivating immortality."

Zhou Yu paused for a moment, then smiled, turned his head to look at Han Li, whose face remained expressionless.

"Shopkeeper, I already knew."

Han Li didn't say anything more. He turned around, walked into the shop, and sat down in the chess room.

Zhou Yu did not sleep that night.

He sat by Xiaolong's bedside, closed his eyes, and meditated.

The drop of blue liquid in his dantian slowly rotated, and spiritual energy flowed in circles through his meridians.

Something is loosening; it's not a breakthrough, it's a breakthrough.

The confusion, hesitation, and self-doubt that had plagued him for ten years dissipated little by little overnight, like ice and snow melting.

As dawn approached, Zhou Yu stood up and opened the window.

The mist in the bamboo forest had not yet dissipated, leaving a white haze, with dew condensing on the tips of the bamboo leaves.

He suddenly remembered the afternoon fifteen years ago when he first stepped into the Green Bamboo Pavilion. At that time, he was a lowly cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Chased like a stray dog ​​by the Giant Shark Sect, he risked everything to seek refuge with Han Li.

At that time, he never imagined that he would stay here for fifteen years.

In fifteen years, under the eaves of Qingzhu Xiaoxuan, he cultivated from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Overnight, without taking any pills or deliberately trying to break through, the bottleneck that had been holding him back for ten years quietly loosened. If he wanted, he could even continue upwards, reaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment, but he was afraid that his foundation would be unstable, so he did not break through.

Here, he went from being a complete novice who couldn't even recognize all the medicinal pills to becoming a semi-doctor who could prescribe and dispense medicine.

He met Xiao Qin and Xiao Tan here, met Xiao Long, and met Old Man He with his gray hair.

He also grew into himself here, slowly, little by little.

……

Ten days later.

Xiao Long's injuries have mostly healed, and his face has regained its color.

He stood in the shop, watching Han Li put the last few items into his storage bag, and watched as the little shop he had run to since childhood suddenly became empty.

"Shopkeeper, are you really leaving?" Xiao Long called out from inside the shop.

Han Li nodded slightly. "It's time to set off."

Xiao Long then looked at Zhou Yu, "Brother Zhou, are you leaving too?"

Zhou Yu smiled, stepped forward and patted his head, "All good things must come to an end. See you again someday."

Xiao Long lowered his head in disappointment.

Zhou Yu squatted down to look him in the eye. "Xiao Long, don't be disappointed. Didn't the shopkeeper give you this shop? You have to take good care of it, or the shopkeeper won't let you off the hook when he comes back."

"Um."

Zhou Yu stood up, took a step back, and looked at the small shop.

Han Li and Qu Hun had already reached the door.

The three of them entered the courtyard.

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhou Yu could no longer associate him with the word "protagonist." He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Goodbye, shopkeeper."

Han Li nodded. "See you again if fate allows."

Han Li and Qu Hun transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the courtyard.

Zhou Yu glanced in the direction the two had disappeared and shook his head.

Some accounts need to be settled.

He walked out of the bamboo forest and onto the main road leading to Tianxing City. After walking for about fifteen minutes, he slowed down.

There's someone behind me.

Zhou Yu neither quickened nor slowed down, but continued walking at his own unhurried pace until he arrived at the rocky beach.

Then he stopped.

The footsteps of the two people behind him stopped. Zhou Yu turned around and looked at them. They were standing a dozen steps away, one tall and one short. The taller one was in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and the shorter one was in the perfect stage of Qi Refining.

"You've followed me for fifteen years," Zhou Yu began, "Aren't you tired?"

The taller one frowned but remained silent. The shorter one took a step forward, his hand already reaching for the magical artifact at his waist. "Zhou Yu, Elder Wan wants us to take you back. You'd better come with us obediently, or else—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zhou Yu moved; his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared in front of the short man in the next instant.

It was too fast, as fast as lightning.

The short man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to block, but his hand was only halfway up when it was knocked away by a tremendous force.

A hand pressed against his chest, and the short man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into an old locust tree. He slid to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes wide open, never understanding how he died.

With his Qi Refining Perfected, he had no chance against a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The taller man reacted faster; the moment the shorter man was sent flying, he had already drawn his magical weapon.

He retreated rapidly, simultaneously pushing his spiritual power to its limit.

The tall man's eyes were filled with shock. This man had cultivated from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment in just fifteen years.

How is that possible?

Zhou Yu didn't give him time to think.

His body moved again, even faster than before.

The tall man hastily raised his short blade to parry, and the magical weapons clashed.

He felt an overwhelming force coming from the short blade, causing a sharp pain in his hand and almost causing him to drop the blade.

"You—" His voice trembled.

Zhou Yu remained silent.

He drew his sword, and the moment the blade left its sheath, a silvery-white light shone forth. Spiritual energy was poured into it, and a blade of light about a foot long condensed at the tip.

Zhou Yu took a step forward, slashing down with his sword. The sword light split in two in the air, then into four, and four sword lights slashed at the tall man from different angles, blocking all his escape routes.

Taiyi Splitting Light Blade.

The tall man's eyes were blinded by the glint of the blade, and he desperately swung his short blade, trying to parry.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The rocky beach suddenly fell silent, and the wind blew from afar, carrying a faint smell of blood.

Zhou Yu looked at the two corpses in front of him, then with a wave of his hand, his storage bag flew over.

Two fireballs flew out, burning the corpse to ashes.

Looking at the ashes in front of him.

There's also Elder Wan.

It's just that we don't know if the other party is in the mid or late stage of Foundation Establishment, but it probably won't be low.

To be on the safe side, let's go back to Suihan Island to find Mei Ning and the others, cultivate for a while, and then talk about other things.

Zhou Yu let out a slight breath.

He took out his magical artifact, and a beam of light shot out.

When the light of the escaped beam landed at the Tianxing City dock, the sun was already setting in the west.

People come and go at the dock, but nothing has changed.

Zhou Yu put away his magical artifact and stood by the dock, looking at the blue sea.

Several spirit boats of varying sizes were moored at the dock, their masts adorned with flags of different colors.

There is no direct spirit ship to Suihan Island; one must find a transit dock and then fly there on their own.

Zhou Yu paid the spirit stones, stepped onto the gangplank and boarded the ship. He walked to the stern, leaned against the railing, and watched the dock recede little by little.

As night deepened, the sea breeze grew increasingly chilly. All the other passengers had gone into their cabins, but Zhou Yu remained standing at the stern.

He missed Mei Ning.

I remember her standing by the ship's railing, her light-colored dress fluttering in the sea breeze, her long hair held up by a wooden hairpin, quiet and serene.

After fifteen years, is Mei Ning still waiting for him?

A month later.

Zhou Yu disembarked and arrived at this small pier. This place is called Zhuqi Island, which is said to be named after the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators who first lived on the island.

I came to the market and bought some things. After being apart for so long, it wouldn't be right to go back empty-handed.

After Zhou Yu finished buying the items, he put them into a storage bag.

He took out his magical artifact and flew towards Suihan Island.

The sea breeze was much stronger than that on the dock, making his robes flutter loudly.

Zhou Yu lowered his body, flying close to the sea surface. This reminded him of fifteen years ago, when he first stood behind Mei Ning, holding onto her clothes and flying on his sword.

At that moment, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating, afraid that he would fall from the sky if he lost his balance, but he couldn't help but secretly open his eyes to look at the sea below and the islands in the distance.

After flying for about two hours, familiar islands began to appear on the sea.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, his escape speed is far greater than when he was refining Qi.

Suihan Island is just ahead.

Just as Zhou Yu was about to speed up, he suddenly felt a spiritual pressure sweeping over from the direction of the island, carrying undisguised hostility.

They stopped in their tracks as a voice rang out.

"Who are you, and what brings you to my Cold Winter Island?"

A rough voice came from below, and then a streak of light rose from the island, as fast as a shooting star, and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Then the person who came was stunned.

Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Brother Mei Feng."

Mei Feng rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Zhou Yu?!"