Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Amid Gu Ling's complicated mood, Jiang Shuning stepped onto the ninth floor.

As I stepped onto the last step, the surrounding scenery changed in an instant. There were mountains and flowing water, swaying tree shadows, and curling smoke. It was like I was in another world.

Jiang Shuning touched his chest and found that the jade hanging around his neck was gone. Gu Ling's spiritual jade was fine, but the jade his parents left him was also missing.

His face darkened and he looked around but couldn't find his jade. Instead, he discovered that his body had shrunk and he looked like a child of six or seven years old.

"Senior, are you still there?"

No one responded.

After a brief thought, he guessed that the ninth level should be a trial of some kind of illusion. It was said that this kind of trial tested a person's character and would make one face the deepest things in his heart.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuning's slightly raised lips straightened, his light brown eyes sank, and he couldn't take a step forward.

The hillside is covered with tender grass and dandelions. The yellow flowers are bright and the white pompoms are lovely, creating a thriving scene.

This was a familiar hill where he often played before he was seven years old. A little further up the hill he could see his home.

The little boy's face is as delicate as jade and still has some baby fat. It looks so tender that water could be squeezed out of it. However, his brows are tightly furrowed, and he looks like an adult, which is really ridiculous.

Jiang Mo saw this scene when he walked over.

He shook his head and smiled. His fingers moved slightly, and a faint spiritual energy overflowed from his fingertips. The dandelions that rolled up into small balls of fluff flew up and surrounded Jiang Shuning.

The wind was gentle and soothing, pulling the fluffy dandelions around Jiang Shuning. The wind suddenly took shape, pressing on his head, then passing under his armpits, and finally pushing him from behind.

Gollum-

The little kid rolled down the hillside, and when he reached the man's feet, he was lifted up into the air by the collar and shaken.

White fluff stuck to his hair and eyebrows, and when he shook it a piece of fluff fell off.

Jiang Mo was amused by his silly look and laughed out loud, and his laughter spread across the entire hillside.

Jiang Shuning was stunned, tears welling up in his eyes unconsciously. As his unscrupulous father shook him, the tears instantly rolled out of his eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, son, why are you crying?"

Jiang Mo put his palm through his son's armpit, stretched out his arm and lifted the little kid up high, with a puzzled look on his face.

This wasn’t the first time his son had rolled down like this, so why was he crying today?

At this moment, a spiritual power attacked Jiang Mo mercilessly, and then Jiang Shuning was hugged by a woman.

Lin Shuyue frowned slightly and glared at him: "Jiang Mo! Who allowed you to bully my son!"

Jiang Mo was knocked to the ground by the spiritual power and sat on the ground pitifully: "Ayue, I don't have it."

"You have!"

"I really don't."

Jiang Shuning looked at his familiar parents, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. He suddenly hugged Lin Shuyue and burst into tears.

He had seen his parents countless times in his dreams, but none of them were as real as this time. The temperature, breath, and voice were all within reach and extremely familiar, as if they had never left and as if those cruel and bloody memories were just an illusion.

Jiang Shuning's behavior really scared the two of them. Jiang Mo didn't dare to be naughty anymore and quickly got up and came to him to check his body.

There was nothing wrong with his body. The two of them were nervously surrounding him and asking about his well-being. The little kid was crying and sobbing: "I miss you guys."

Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, I thought I was too heavy-handed."

Lin Shuyue kicked him angrily, but without much force: "This is your son, not a toy."

He turned around and kissed his baby son, then carried the little boy home, and Jiang Mo hurriedly followed.

Jiang Mo and Lin Shuyue are both in the Spirit Transformation Stage. They are independent cultivators who met each other while treasure hunting in a secret realm. Since then, they have traveled together and have experienced many life-and-death tests.

The path of cultivating immortals requires fighting against the heavens and competing with others, and one can easily lose one's life if one is not careful. After they gave birth to Jiang Shuning, they seldom went to dangerous secret realms and focused most of their energy on Jiang Shuning.

Jiang Shuning's talent was very good, to an outrageous degree. They were very happy at first, but after a while they began to feel panic.

Because they found out that this child had a furnace-cauldron constitution.

They were panicked and terrified, and finally found a beautiful place to settle down, becoming a perfect couple and keeping this terrible secret secret.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shuning was seven years old.

Jiang Shuning threw himself into this fantasy world, staying with his parents every day, as if he had really become a seven-year-old child.

There are generally two types of illusions: one is a sweet dream, which wears down one's will and makes one sink; the other is a nightmare, which tortures the mind and makes one collapse.

Jiang Shuning fell into the first category.

That’s what Gu Ling originally thought.

That day, after lunch, Jiang Shuning looked deeply at his parents and smiled gently.

The smile was very shallow, as light as a dandelion blown by the breeze.

There was no confusion in the light brown eyes, which showed a smile, as clear as a lake, seemingly clear but actually deep and bottomless.

His voice was still childish, but his tone of voice had already acquired the unique tone of the adult Jiang Shuning.

"I've been very happy during this time, but I have to go."

Lin Shuyue smiled and said, "Where is Ning'er going? When will you be back?"

Jiang Shuning stood up and said, "I'm going to a place where you are not here. I probably won't come back."

Jiang Mo: "A place without us doesn't sound good. Isn't it good for us to be together as a family?"

"Not good." Jiang Shuning raised his foot and walked towards the door. "Escape will only make things worse."

Many years ago, their family fled here, thinking that Jiang Shuning could grow up safely, but they only met a greedy butcher.

Jiang Shuning hid his talent and fled to the Tianqing Sect. He thought he could live in peace forever, but he attracted the attention of the Third Elder.

Now, he doesn't want to escape anymore.

He wanted to try and see if taking the initiative would have a different result.

Jiang Shuning walked out of the hut completely. The air seemed to be distorted for a moment, and then he lay down on the hillside, tightly holding the jade given to him by his parents in his palm.

Jiang Mo and Lin Shuyue were fighting with a man in black. The couple was no match for him and had many scars on their bodies.

After a long while, they looked deeply at the hillside, and the spiritual power in their bodies suddenly rioted, and then there was a loud bang -

The sky and the earth changed color, the wind howled, and the wind brought the smell of blood to Jiang Shuning's nose. Blood-stained dandelions fell on his hair and eyebrows.

He didn't move, allowing the blood-red dandelions to drown him.

A long time passed, so long that the blood-red dandelions mixed into the soil, the white fluff flew again, and the little bean on the hillside finally stood up.

He walked silently to the center of the battle where only blood was left, not even clothes were left. He knelt on his knees, scooped up the soil mixed with blood and dandelions with his tender little hands, carefully scooped it up with the hem of his clothes, then walked to the back of the hut and buried one handful of soil with another.

He was extremely calm from beginning to end. He buried his parents and past calmly, knelt down calmly and kowtowed three times, and then turned around and left calmly.

He held his back straight and walked forward firmly, step by step.

At that moment, Gu Ling thought, even if Jiang Shuning had a furnace cauldron physique, even if this secret would no longer be a secret in the future...

She also accepted this apprentice.

She would teach him the secrets of martial arts, how to make alchemy and set up formations, how to grow spiritual flowers and brew fine wine, and how to break the sky with one sword.

So what if the furnace cauldron physique is a "treasure"? If others want it, they have to be alive to get it.

As Gu Ling's apprentice, she would not allow others to bully her.

……

The trial tower that had been silent for many years suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the majestic spiritual power vibrated out invisible ripples, and the spiritual power in the entire Tianqing Sect shook for a moment.

"what happened?"

"It seems to be Wu Mu Peak."

"Something bad has happened! The Trial Tower is gone!"

Suddenly, Wumu Peak, which had been silent for many years, became lively, and everyone flew towards Wumu Peak on their swords.

Dao Yun was the first to arrive. He first used his spiritual sense to scan the forbidden area in the back mountain. After finding nothing unusual, he looked towards the original location of the trial tower.

At this moment, the Trial Tower had disappeared, and there was only one person standing there, and it was Jiang Shuning who had wanted to challenge the Trial Tower before.

The wounds on Jiang Shuning's body disappeared, and he looked no different from before he entered the Trial Tower. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Sect Master, what are you doing?"

Dao Yun got off the Immortal Sword and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the Trial Tower?"