This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

After handing over a jade tablet engraved with the path to Tianshui Marsh to Tianwu, it rushed back to its lair to pack up its so-called treasures.

Then it turned into a cloud of water vapor and flew towards Tianshui Marsh.

After Tianwu had completely gone far away, Nangong Yue smiled and said:

"Sister Jing Shu, Daoist Qing Feng, you two worked together so well that you managed to trick a mythical beast into your possession. Amazing!"

Wang Jingshu rolled her eyes at her and said irritably:

"What do you know? Wu had some connection with our Taoist sect that day."

Qingfeng nodded and smiled:

"Jing Shu is right. This ancient beast should have met my master before. I saw some causal connections between it and my Taoist sect."

"Letting it go to Qingming Island can be considered giving it a chance."

Nangong Yue sighed:

"Sigh, sometimes I really find you highly accomplished cultivators quite boring. You can see the cause and effect, and even the future, clearly at a glance. There's no challenge at all."

Qingfeng laughed heartily, offering no explanation.

Turning to Wang Jingshu, he said:

"It seems we don't need to go back to Qingming Island."

Wang Jingshu nodded and smiled:

"It seems we can't go back to Jingming Cave Heaven. If nothing unexpected happens, Jingming Cave Heaven should be undergoing a transformation at this moment."

A gentle breeze sighed softly, and remarked:

"Sixty years is a cycle, which may be the time when the world changes drastically..."

"What are you two talking about?"

The two did not explain to her. Clouds gradually rose on the deck, carrying Qingfeng and Wang Jingshu's bodies slowly into the air.

Before leaving, Wang Jingshu didn't forget to give some instructions:

"Nangong, being away from home is different from being at home, so it's best to be careful..."

Nangong Yue chased after him to the bow of the boat, her face full of reluctance.

"Sister Jing Shu, where are you going?"

But Qingfeng and the other person had already flown into the clouds and disappeared.

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"Senior brother, shouldn't we leave them some means of survival?"

"High above, Wang Jingshu asked with some concern."

Qingfeng shook his head indifferently.

"Since Master didn't leave them any trump cards after they came out of Qingming Island, it means that Master genuinely wanted them to have a good experience."

"In that case, we don't need to go through all that trouble."

Wang Jingshu nodded thoughtfully; that was indeed the case.

Since it's a training exercise, too much external help will definitely not be effective.

Back when she had not yet mastered the swordsmanship of the Jingming Cave, she traveled the world and experienced countless life-and-death situations, which is how she forged a firm and steadfast sword heart.

After a pause, Qingfeng smiled again:

"I heard you mention Nangong Yue before. Since she possesses the bloodline of two Great Emperors from the Heavenly Domain and the Hongyu Imperial Clan, do you think she wouldn't have some trump card given to her by the elders of those two clans?"

Wang Jingshu smiled and nodded, saying:

"That's true, I was just overthinking it."

Qingfeng gently took her hand and smiled:

"You're just expressing your concern as an elder, it's perfectly normal."

"Where do we go next?"

Wang Jingshu smiled, nestled gently in Qingfeng's arms, looked down at the ground, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"I've actually ended up here..."

Qingfeng listened to Wang Jingshu talking to herself and looked down curiously.

It turned out to be just a small town.

Is there anything special about this place?

Wang Jingshu smiled and said:

"It's quite a special story. The first time I was reprimanded by my master after ascending to the Xuanhuang realm was because of a boy in this town..."

Qingfeng immediately became interested.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Wang Jingshu feigned displeasure and said:

"I'm already so old, and I still get scolded by my master. It's so embarrassing..."

Qingfeng laughed heartily:

"You silly girl, even a thousand or ten thousand years from now, if your master wants to scold you, you'll just have to listen obediently..."

"Let's go down and see. I'm very curious about just how capable this kid who got you scolded really is..."

It was rare for Qingfeng to be in such a good mood, so he immediately descended from the clouds and flew towards the town.

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Yongxing Town is a small town with a total population of just over 10,000.

Logically speaking, there's really nothing worth paying attention to here.

Surprisingly, Yongxing Town is quite famous within a radius of two to three hundred miles.

Most thieves who make money without any initial investment dare not commit crimes here.

On ordinary days, skilled martial artists often travel together to venture into the mountains outside Yongxing Town, just to visit the reclusive Yaoguang Daoist who has risen to fame in recent years.

When Qingfeng and Wang Jingshu arrived in the town, a group of people were leaving the town in a great hurry and heading towards the mountains outside the town.

Listening to their casual conversation, I learned that a swordsman who had trained at the Qingyun Sword Sect for several years had heard that there was a young master in Yongxing Town whose sword was so powerful that no one within a hundred miles could defeat him.

So he decided to challenge this young master and take his precious sword.

The rest of the followers were nothing more than a group of onlookers watching the spectacle.

"Oh, looks like someone's after your disciple..."

Qingfeng laughed.

Wang Jingshu gave a soft snort.

"He's just a swordsman who's barely reached the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm. He's nothing special."

Qingfeng shook his head and said:

"This person has an unfriendly appearance, and there is a sinister air about him between his brows and eyes. We must be wary of him."

After a moment of silence, Wang Jingshu followed without saying a word.

The Daoist Yaoguang they were talking about was none other than the boy she had saved in Yongxing Town.

Wang Jingshu taught him for half a year, passing on the Tai Chi sword technique and the Taiyi Pure Yuan Gong.

The young man presented Wang Jingshu with the family heirloom meteorite divine light iron as a gift for her to become his disciple.

Now, after many years, the young man has made a name for himself.

Follow the crowd to the entrance of the valley where the boy was taught.

At the entrance stood a stone tablet about ten feet in size, with three characters written on it: "Wangxian Valley".

Qingfeng carefully examined the three characters, then nodded in admiration:

"Your disciple's cultivation level is not high, but his sword intent is extremely pure. He follows the path of killing and is of the same lineage as you."

"But...why didn't you pass on your 'Sword Manual of the Startling Swan' to him?"

Just from these three words, Qingfeng could tell that Yaoguang was not practicing Wang Jingshu's self-created unique skill "Jinghong Sword Scripture", but rather the Taiji Sword, a sword technique from the Taoist martial arts lineage.

The "Sword Scripture of the Startling Swan" is a true immortal martial art; with a single thought, one can kill an enemy from a thousand miles away.

Soaring through the skies on a sword, one can fly through the heavens with just the basics.

Wang Jingshu shook her head and said:

"Yao Guang has too much killing intent and no aptitude for cultivation; he follows the path of martial arts."

"The 'Sword Manual of the Startling Swan' focuses on that spark of inspiration, which is not suitable for him."

Wang Jingshu stared at the three words left by Yaoguang for a long time before finally looking away, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Let's go inside and take a look..."