One of my fairy-like friends

In the end, Yue Qingying couldn't bring herself to say those words.

She felt it wasn't the right time yet; she should wait until Mingyan gave up on Ning Feixuan...

Although it seems that Yue Qingying supports Mingyan and Ning Feixuan being together, in reality... she doesn't think Mingyan and Ning Feixuan can end up together. Despite Mingyan's stubbornness, she learned from Huang Feiyan that Ning Feixuan's obsession is too strong, and she seems to have indicated that she won't have those kinds of feelings for Mingyan.

Perhaps, some things can only be told to Mingyan after that. Telling them to my junior brother now would only cause him more trouble.

Furthermore, what if her junior brother finds out and tries to distance himself from her? Wouldn't that be a case of losing more than he gains?

So, Yue Qingying shook her head and smiled slightly, "It's nothing... I hope Junior Brother has a safe journey."

Seeing this, Mingyan felt a little strange, but it seemed that his senior sister was not going to say anything, so he didn't ask any further.

He could tell that his senior sister still had some affection for him, but he couldn't stay in the Holy Land forever, could he? He needed to improve his strength as soon as possible.

After passing the stage where quantitative change leads to qualitative change, traveling through time, seeking opportunities, and looking for breakthroughs becomes far more important than before.

After bidding farewell to his senior sister, Mingyan quickly left the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Holy Land.

Yue Qingying stood on the immortal island, gazing at Ming Yan's retreating figure, and sighed softly.

"Qingying, do me a favor." Yue Wuxia's voice rang out, "Go to the Huang family and tell Huang Feiyan about Mingyan's whereabouts, and tell her to go find Mingyan."

Yue Qingying was taken aback upon hearing this. "What does Master mean?"

"It's just letting the two of them develop their relationship. Go ahead," Yue Wuxia said calmly.

With her back to Yue Wuxia, Yue Qingying bit her lip, a pang of sadness in her heart. She turned around and said, "Disciple understands..."

After saying that, she leaped off the immortal island and left the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Holy Land.

Immortal Island fell silent. After a moment of quiet, Yue Wuxia walked out of the room. Her cool, light blue Daoist robe was spotless. She moved lightly to Mingyan's door and pushed it open.

She reached out and began to modify the spatial rules of the room, expanding it to be even larger.

After doing all this, Yue Wuxia put down her hands, remained silent for a moment, and then sat cross-legged on Mingyan's bed.

Mingyan's room was very clean, with nothing superfluous, which she liked very much.

This closed-door disciple met her requirements in many ways, which made her extremely satisfied. Yue Wuxia felt that taking Mingyan as her closed-door disciple was an extremely correct decision she had made, and it could be ranked among the top in her life.

She had praised Mingyan many times, but it still wasn't enough.

Recalling the unwavering determination in Mingyan's eyes when she spoke of that special crystal, Yue Wuxia closed her eyes, unable to describe her feelings for a moment.

Actually, she didn't like it. She didn't need Mingyan's repayment. She was his master. He was too insightful. There were many things she didn't need to teach him. All she could do was protect him, be good to him, and protect him. Wasn't that all she could do?

But Yue Wuxia knew Mingyan's personality very well; he was very stubborn, so stubborn that she didn't want to change his mind.

That's why she mentioned something that Mingyan would find hard to obtain, in order to keep him away. Otherwise, if this little guy found what she wanted, he would soon be dissatisfied again, feel that he was too good to her, and want to repay her.

She never expected Mingyan to repay her.

Otherwise, why would she think of using something she didn't like to block Mingyan? But if... he really got that crystal, she would like it too, because it was a gift from her most beloved disciple.

It doesn't matter what the gift is; Yue Wuxia will cherish this sentiment in her heart.

In these long and lonely years, can't we always find some warmth in ourselves?

Chapter Twenty-Five: Master's Rouge

"Splash...splash..."

The waves crashed on the beach, dawn was breaking, and a ray of light emerged from the sea.

The spiritual energy is particularly rich in the morning. As the saying goes, "The plan for the year starts in spring, and the plan for the day starts in the morning." This saying applies to the celestial realm as well.

Springtime and early mornings are the best times for spiritual practice.

Of course, this is just the mortal realm, and the so-called "richness" is only relative to other times of the year here.

Mingyan extended his divine sense, searching for some kind of trace.

That mortal dynasty was not far from the sea. Although hundreds of years, or even nearly a thousand years, have passed, the traces they left behind are hard to erase in less than a few thousand years.

Speaking of which, I've heard that the seas on Yaoguang Star are extremely vast. Apart from this continent, there are no other continents in the sea. However, there are some small islands where humans and demons live, and they would appear during the Dark and Turmoil era.

On the entire continent, the Eastern Continent has the most demons, and there seem to be quite a few demons in the sea as well. In such a vast ocean, how could there be few demons?

Finally, Mingyan found some traces on a cliff by the sea. There were some ruins and some ordinary people living nearby.

The dynasty of Master and his parents was usurped, and later that dynasty was destroyed by Master himself. Naturally, a new dynasty was then established to rule this region.

Of course, the dynasties here have changed hands several times. A dynasty in the mortal realm lasts at most three or four hundred years, and some even only a hundred years. The rule of mortals is always short-lived. Their lifespan determines that they cannot rule for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years like the dynasties in the celestial realm. There will always be tyrannical rulers, the people will always suffer, and in the end, they will always be overthrown.

This scene seems to repeat itself endlessly in ordinary people's lives.

Unlike immortal dynasties, mortal dynasties possess an absolute power that makes them virtually impossible to overthrow, unless under special circumstances, such as being wiped out by other holy land-level forces.

Following the address given by his master, Mingyan stopped.

There was a formation on the ground; he sensed it as soon as he got close.

There were some ruins around, but there was no need to explore them. There was nothing in the Mortal Dynasty that he cared about. Besides, even if there were any treasures in these ruins, they would have been looted by others long ago.

Aside from what's inside this formation.

This formation was undoubtedly left behind by our master to protect the core area of ​​that dynasty.

The palace where her parents once lived, and the tomb of her master's mother.

It seems that her master did not find her father's remains, and could only leave behind a cenotaph for him.

Mingyan reached out his hand, intending to observe and try to break the formation, but found that the formation did not resist him and he could walk in directly.

Mingyan was somewhat surprised. Had this formation become so powerful? Could it even recognize people?

It must be something on his body that the formation could detect and allowed him to pass through. After thinking for a moment, Mingyan went inside.

The formation created a small space here, which seemed to have been repaired by the master. Everything was intact, forming a stark contrast with the ruins outside.

This palace isn't very large. Perhaps it's because I've seen the extravagant palace of the Holy Yuan Dynasty that this palace seems so ordinary? There's no harm in comparison.

Of course, for Master, this place must be full of memories.

Master grew up here. Perhaps, as a child, Master took her first steps here, unsteady and unsteady, while her father stood beside her, watching her with a smile, and her mother, worried that she might fall, stood protectively beside her...

Mingyan did not rush into the palace. He wandered around outside and found a tomb on a lawn behind the palace. It sat there alone and very quietly.

When Mingyan approached, he saw several names written on the tombstone in front of the grave.

The moon is without luster, yet the palace gates are adorned with moonlight.

Yue Wuhua should be Master's father, and Gong Feiyue must be Master's mother.

Yue Wuhua... This name doesn't sound very good. Gong Feiyue, is it a bright pearl in the palace?

Below is the Master's name: Unfilial daughter Yue Wuxia.

It seemed that his master had buried his parents together. Mingyan knelt down and kowtowed gently. His master treated him like a mother treats her son, and was his second parents. Therefore, he should kneel and worship his master's parents.

Mingyan stood up and noticed a tender green sprout in front of the tombstone. It had just sprouted and he hadn't noticed it before. He leaned closer, reached out and held the sprout in his hand. He felt the life force and smiled slightly. Could this be the tranquil half-moon that his master had mentioned blooming on the tomb?

Mingyan bowed again with both hands, then turned and left.

He walked into the palace and looked around.

The palace was not luxurious; even the royal palace looked rather ordinary. Mingyan searched around and found a room that clearly had been inhabited.

As he stepped inside, he felt a familiar aura. It was the scent of his master. Did his master come back to rest from time to time?

Mingyan took a deep breath, the subtle fragrance lingering in his heart; he really liked the scent.

The fragrance emanating from his master wasn't very strong, but it always managed to capture his heart with unparalleled precision...

In fact, his master had always been like a poison to him. Once he got hooked, it was hard to quit. If he hadn't met his sister later, he probably would have been even more infatuated with his master than he is now.

His older sister, Wang Qingchu, was like his antidote.

The room's furnishings didn't seem to belong to immortals. There was a wooden bed with intact bedding, without a single wrinkle. There was a dressing table in the room. Mingyan walked to the dressing table and reached out to pick up the rouge from it.

A little bit of rouge was used, but it was still well preserved and undamaged.

This formation seems to have some preservation effect? ​​Everything inside looks brand new, unlike things from hundreds of years ago.

However, these things are definitely not the original ones. Back then, Master was forced to flee, and her parents' dynasty was destroyed. All the valuable things were looted long ago. These must have been arranged by Master later, probably to make it easier for her to recall the past.

Mingyan picked up the rouge and took a light sniff. It had a faint floral fragrance, not strong, but very pleasant.

Mingyan wasn't very knowledgeable about women's makeup and didn't know if this was rouge applied to the face or lips...

Just imagine, what would it look like if someone as aloof and indifferent as Master had rouge on his lips?

Mingyan considered it for a moment, and then felt his heart race...

The master's lips curled up slightly, the bright red rouge was alluring and translucent, and his cool gaze was like moonlight on a lake, clear and mysterious. The contrast between his fair skin and bright red lips was striking, making him incredibly beautiful and charming.

Unfortunately, Master would definitely not wear rouge on his lips, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't show it to me.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Wind Master's Wish

Mingyan snapped out of his reverie. What was he thinking? How could he imagine his master showing such a...uncharacteristic side of herself in front of him?

He shook his head, put down the rouge, and looked around.

Next to the dressing table was a shelf with a short sword on it.

Mingyan picked up the short sword. It was very light and made of ordinary iron. Mingyan could crush it into dust with his bare hands, but of course he would not do that.

Everything here is very important to Master; he cannot destroy it casually.

Mingyan put the short sword back where it was and noticed a small box next to it. The box was half open and not completely closed, and some wooden objects could be vaguely seen inside.

Mingyan opened the small box and found some wooden, toy-like objects inside, which might have been things his master played with when he was a child.

He thought for a moment about his childhood master, sitting on the ground playing with a toy in his hand, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Even my master must have had such a lovely appearance, but unfortunately, I can't see it anymore.

Mingyan put it down, closed the small box, walked to his master's wooden bed, and reached out to stroke the bedding.

The surface felt cool to the touch, and Mingyan suddenly had an idea to lie down on it and try it out, but he later dismissed the idea.

I wonder how long it's been since Master returned... Mingyan stood up, but couldn't find much else.