Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Pu Zhi turned around upon hearing the voice, beckoned, and gestured for Yun Qing to sit on the stone chair under the peach tree, while he himself sat opposite her.

"Why didn't you rest a few more days at Qingyun Peak? Did you come to see me today for something?"

"I've rested well, and my cultivation level has even improved," Yun Qing said with a smile. "I came to find the Sect Leader to return the Sword of No Life."

She placed the Wusheng Sword on the stone table and pushed it towards Pu Hengzhi. "I know this is Uncle Fushu's natal sword. It helped me a lot during the trial."

I don't know why it ended up in my hands, but I know it holds extraordinary significance for the Sect Leader. Now that the trial is over, it should be returned to him.

Pu Hengzhi reached out and touched the Wusheng Sword. To be honest, when he saw the Wusheng Sword in Yun Qing's hand, he had a momentary impulse to think that she was Liu Fushu.

For the 101st time, he felt that Yun Qing was his junior sister, and for the 102nd time, he denied it.

Junior Sister wouldn't possess someone else's body.

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Take it back. Since the Sword of No Life has recognized you as its master, it means that it acknowledges you."

"My junior sister Fushu has passed away. I keep her old belongings because of my obsession, but I cannot let her things remain sealed away forever because of my obsession."

He stared intently at Yun Qing, his eyes seemingly moistening slightly. "Yun Qing, could you take the Wusheng Sword and see the scenery that Junior Sister Fushu missed?"

Yun Qing lowered her head, not wanting Pu Hengzhi to see that she was also crying. She nodded gently, "Sect Leader, I will keep the Wusheng Sword safe."

Pu Hengzhi chuckled and patted Yun Qing's head. "Alright, don't let my emotions affect you. Let me tell you some interesting stories about your Uncle Fushu..."

"She was a little younger than you when she first joined the sect, but she was quite bold. On her first sword practice session, she knocked the senior brother's sword away, then raised her chin, put her hands on her hips, and said, 'Is this all the number one genius of Chengtian Sect?'..."

Pu Hengzhi talked on and on for a long time, peach blossoms falling from the tree covering his head and the table. Yun Qing listened quietly to those memories; she also missed those days…

After leaving Tian Shu Peak, it got dark, so Yun Qing rode "Chatterbox" to the mountain gate. She had arranged to have a good meal at Zui Xian Lou down the mountain with her senior brothers and sisters.

The chatterbox continued its incessant chatter, "Did that old bastard Pu Hengzhi really give you the Sword of No Life?"

"Um."

"This old guy is pretty good to you. The Sword of No Life was found in the Eye of the Void a hundred years ago. Countless cultivators tried to take it away, but only Liu Fushu could move it. Those cultivators were so angry their faces contorted. They wanted to fight but couldn't beat Liu Fushu. Isn't that hilarious?"

Yun Qing patted the "chatterbox" on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to know so much."

The "Chatterbox" cloud perked up with pride. "Of course! There's nothing in the cultivation world I don't know."

It had stayed with Yan Li on Tianji Peak for over a hundred years, and was so bored it was practically moldy. Only these gossips could fill the loneliness in its heart.

When Yun Qing arrived at the mountain gate, her senior brothers and sisters were already there. She smiled brightly at them and said, "Let's go!"

It wasn't until they sat down in the private room at Zuixianlou that Yun Qing noticed something was wrong.

It's unusually quiet today...

"Where is Third Senior Brother?"

Pei Shubai said, "The Si family sent people to pick up Third Junior Brother early this morning. They left in a hurry, I don't know what happened. However, Third Junior Brother said he will be back in the next couple of days."

Jiang Mian took a bite of the grilled spirit fish and said casually, "What? Has he changed his mind and wants to go back to inherit the family fortune?"

Yun Qing stuffed a large red-feathered chicken leg into her mouth and mumbled, "The Si family? The Si family, one of the five great families? How come I've never heard my third senior brother mention them before?"

"Because the head of the Si family doesn't want my third junior brother to join the sect," Pei Shubai said elegantly after taking a couple of bites of food.

"The Si family produced several powerful figures in the past, but many of them failed to ascend to immortality and died. Gradually, they stopped focusing on cultivation and now mainly do business. The family owns several spirit stone mines."

"In this generation of the Si family, there is only one direct bloodline, the third junior brother. The Si family head has been grooming him as his successor since childhood. Who knew that he would be interested in cultivation and talisman making from such a young age? The Si family head naturally disagreed, and the third junior brother only entered the Chengtian Sect after threatening to kill himself."

Cen Ning's cheeks puffed out as well. "Yes. That's why Third Junior Brother never mentions the Si family on his own initiative, and he's even less willing to go back."

Yun Qing ate too fast and almost choked. He had to take a big gulp of tea to swallow it down. "Third Senior Brother, this is quite the experience of a rich young master coming to our Chengtian Sect to experience life."

As they were talking, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open. The four of them warily placed their hands on their storage rings, ready to take out their magical artifacts at any moment.

At that moment, Si Mingche rushed in, breathless, leaning against the doorframe and panting for a long time, "Quick...quick...run..."

His hair was messy and his clothes were covered in dust; it was clear he had suffered a lot along the way.

Yun Qing clicked her tongue in surprise, "Third Senior Brother, you got beaten up?"

Jiang Mian nodded. "Very likely, after all, the line of people who want to beat him could circle the Chengtian Sect three times."

Pei Shubai patted Si Mingche on the shoulder. "Tell Senior Brother who bullied you. We'll think about how to run away."

It was Cen Ning who kindly poured him a cup of tea, which Si Mingche drank in one gulp, finally calming down. "My father is catching up!"

Pei Shubai frowned and asked, "Aren't you just going back to see your father? Why is he chasing after you?"

Yun Qing thought about it carefully for a moment, then asked again, "You hit your father?"

Si Mingche: ... Suddenly I don't want to run anymore. Let the Si family head take me back!

"My dad pretended to be sick to trick me into going back this time because he wanted me to join that damn Immortal Alliance. I didn't want to go, so he locked me up and said that the Immortal Alliance would come to pick me up in three days."

"I used a lot of talismans to escape, but my father is at the Nascent Soul stage, so I couldn't hide it from him for long. Then he sent a lot of people to capture me."

"I tore off all my talismans to get here, and you don't care about me at all! Don't you have any sense of camaraderie among fellow disciples?!"

Yun Qing thought for a moment, then placed the last chicken leg in her hand into Si Mingche's hand. "Who said we don't care about you?! We specially saved a chicken leg for you."

As she spoke, she blinked hard, as if afraid Si Mingche wouldn't know that she had saved this up from the bottom of her heart.

Si Mingche: "...Is this about the chicken leg? What should we do now? My dad and the others will be able to find me soon."

Yun Qing wiped the oil off her hands. "Leave it to us, we'll take you back."

Si Mingche stared at the chicken leg in his hand for a long time before finally eating it; he was starving. "But there are many members of the Si family outside. If we go back to the sect, I'm afraid..."

"I'm not going back to the sect, I'm going back to your home."

"ha???"