This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan paid no more attention to them.

The embroiderer's lingering soul didn't need him to do anything; it would completely dissipate in a moment.

It wasn't that she went to the underworld, but that she vanished completely, leaving no trace of the embroiderer in heaven or on earth.

Therefore, Li Daoxuan did not disturb them during these final moments.

He went straight back to the new residence of the clinic, but instead of going to his room, he sat quietly under the ancient camphor tree in the courtyard, looking at the sky without saying a word.

That night seemed so long.

So much happened in just a few hours.

Even Li Daoxuan found it difficult to completely calm his mind in a short time.

What truly unsettled him was what Ye Tingzhou had told him about the blessed land.

This news is truly astonishing.

The vast territory of Da Zhao, Da Li, Ye Lang, and numerous smaller kingdoms was merely a grotto-heaven attached to the Xuanhuang Great World.

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but think that if those brilliant people in the history of this small world eventually discovered that even if they stood at the pinnacle of the entire world, they were nothing more than ants imprisoned in a cage to the people of the outside world.

If they knew the truth, how would they feel?

Li Daoxuan raised his hand and placed it behind his head.

After a long while, he sighed softly and murmured to himself:

"Never mind... life's encounters are just like this."

"Utmost emptiness is constant; upholding the center is steadfast."

"Why think so much... If you can transcend this in the future, you will break free from this cage one day..."

At this point, Li Daoxuan yawned.

My eyes slowly closed, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

It was a genuine sleep, not a state of meditation. Like an ordinary person, with a few chaotic thoughts, I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

In the early morning, Qingfeng came out of the house and immediately saw Li Daoxuan lying on the recliner.

Qingfeng instinctively wanted to call him, but seeing that Li Daoxuan was sleeping soundly, he quickly shut up.

Then she tiptoed back into the house.

As the sun fully rose, Li Daoxuan finally woke up.

I stretched out a very relaxed yawn, looking at the clear sky and the bright sunshine, and my mind was unusually peaceful.

Li Daoxuan stood up, straightened his clothes, and glanced back at Mingyue's room not far away, where the door remained tightly closed.

But he could sense that Mingyue was not asleep.

Sighing, Li Daoxuan didn't know how to advise her.

Although Zhao Chun'an did not personally cause the deaths of Mingyue's parents, it was Zhao Chun'an's indulgence that gave the vengeful ghost an opportunity to take advantage of them. Therefore, it is entirely reasonable for Mingyue to take her anger out on Zhao Chun'an.

Therefore, Li Daoxuan had no reason to persuade Mingyue to forgive Zhao Chun'an, and even less could he make the decision for her as her master.

All of this is something that Mingyue herself needs to decide.

The series of major events that happened last night are not really a big deal for the people in the city; at most, they'll just be something to talk about over tea.

As the night passed and the sun rose again, everything returned to normal, peaceful and serene.

For these ordinary people who are busy making a living every day, they don't care that the world they live in is just a small, hidden world.

He only thinks about where tomorrow's rice will come from after today's rice is gone.

Families with better conditions would have to worry more about whether their children were academically inclined and could pass the imperial examinations in the future, thus saving the family a lot of taxes and corvée labor.

The kind of troubles you will have depending on the circumstances you are in.

The most precious thing in life is being able to realize that the present moment is truly wonderful when you have something wonderful.

No one can have the youth of twenty and the wisdom of forty at the same time.

That's why there are so many regrets, and the saying, "If only life were as beautiful as our first meeting."

Li Daoxuan slept soundly through the night, his mind and spirit truly relaxed.

From then on, he never thought about the so-called Xuanhuang Great World or the so-called Jingming Cave Heaven again.

He continues his daily routine of seeing patients, practicing meditation, and seeking enlightenment.

Oh, and one more thing, sword practice...

When it comes to sword practice, Wang Jingshu has finally found a suitable method for her.

Since that day, the little girl has become almost a sword fanatic, spending all her time practicing swordsmanship except for eating, drinking, and relieving herself.

Qingfeng and Mingyue also learned this sword technique, and they discovered that this so-called "One Like Sword Scripture" did not have any fixed and unchanging methods at all.

Although both were taught by Li Daoxuan, Qingfeng's swordsmanship, including the sword intent and even the rhythm of his breathing, and the power of heaven and earth it drew upon, were completely different from Wang Jingshu's.

The swordsmanship that Mingyue displayed after learning it was completely different from Qingfeng's.

This sword technique is more like a guide, a general outline; however, how well one masters it depends entirely on the individual.

Therefore, it is natural that the power of the sword technique after mastering it will be completely different.

In Wang Jingshu's hands, this sword technique is simple and direct, but extremely lethal.

In Qingfeng's hands, however, the sword technique contains an inexhaustible vitality of destruction and rebirth. It is not strong in combat, but it can greatly nourish one's own body and soul.

Finally, in Mingyue's hands, it took on a different form. When she used her magic, her swordsmanship created a scene of frost covering the ground, yet it was pure and noble, like a moon fairy untouched by worldly affairs.

Only in Li Daoxuan's hands did this sword technique lack any distinctive features, appearing ordinary and unremarkable, like a child dancing wildly or an old man staggering along.

But if he wanted to, his swordsmanship could contain any kind of artistic conception.

Li Daoxuan suddenly realized why he had racked his brains and tried so hard to figure out how to improve the sword technique when he closed the school.

It turns out that this sword technique has no follow-up; anyone who practices it will internalize it.

As for what happens next, that's entirely up to the person practicing the sword.

Therefore, this sword technique is like a piece of soil. Those who learn this sword technique will sow their own seeds on this soil according to their own temperament, understanding, and even life experience, and then the seeds will take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

Having figured this out, Li Daoxuan immediately decided to designate the "One Like Sword Scripture" as one of the secret internal techniques of the Daoist sect.

Only he and a few of his personal disciples were qualified to pass on this sword technique to others.

A few days later, Zhao Chun'an came to the clinic; he came specifically to see Mingyue.

There was a brief conversation between the two, but neither Li Daoxuan nor Qingfeng listened to it.

After Zhao Chun'an left, Mingyue cried her heart out. Afterwards, she seemed to have unloaded a burden and was no longer as depressed as she had been a few days ago.

Everything seems to be back on track.

Time continued to flow slowly, passing through the sweltering heat of summer, turning the green leaves on the branches yellow.

In this season, when the world quiets down at dusk, people are always filled with countless thoughts.

Just like Wang Jingshu at this moment, after finishing her sword practice, she sat under the ancient camphor tree, propping her hands on the sword hilt, resting her chin on the back of her hands, gazing at the distant sunset with sadness in her eyes, and said:

"My brother has been gone for so long, I wonder how he's doing now..."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng, who was reading a book nearby, put down his book and smiled slightly:

"With Junior Brother Wang's talent, he must be outstanding even at the Imperial Academy, right?"

Mingyue seemed to be deep in thought as she said:

"A tree that stands out in the forest is not necessarily a good thing..."