The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

Back then, Shi Ying buried the bodies of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze in the back mountain of Yantian Sect. Although he could go to pay his respects at any time, as time went by, he gradually forgot the voices and faces of his parents, which is why he had such thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Lan Wangji paused slightly in his movements. The tea simmered gently in the pot, releasing an even richer aroma. He pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly and said with certainty, "It should be fine."

After a moment's thought, he understood Shi Ying's intention in handing the Underworld King Seal to Wei Wuxian; he probably had already sensed that the other man missed his deceased parents.

only--

Traveling through time and space back to the past might save Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze in that timeline, but the timeline they are in now will probably remain unchanged.

Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, who was playing with the Underworld Seal by himself, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. He wondered if Wei Wuxian was aware of the outcome and whether he could accept it.

"Heh." Wei Wuxian knew his worries all too well. He looked up at him, chuckled, and said in a clear voice, "I know. I just want to see Father and Mother, even if it's in a different time and space... it doesn't matter."

Lan Wangji put down the teapot in his hand, walked to the couch, sat down next to Wei Wuxian, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled him into his arms, gently patting his back.

"Lan Zhan, what are you doing?" Wei Wuxian leaned against him, speaking helplessly, but a faint mist welled up in his eyes, slowly dissipating as he blinked.

Lan Wangji didn't speak, but simply held him quietly, as if trying to offer him silent comfort in this way.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian didn't say anything more, letting him hold him. He gently turned the Hades Seal in his hand on his fingertips, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

The following morning, when Wei Wuxian arrived at the square, apart from Nie Huaisang, all the other students had already woken up from their meditation and were sitting in their respective places.

Nie Mingjue looked at his younger brother, who was still unconscious, with some anxiety. Just as he was considering whether to wake him up, Wei Wuxian gestured for him to return to his seat.

He hesitated for a moment, and after being persuaded in a low voice by Lan Xichen and glancing at Wei Wuxian's expression, he returned to his seat.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Nie Huaisang's condition, then looked away and faced the students present, beginning the morning's lessons.

His teaching content was very arbitrary, and his thinking was even more unconventional. Regardless of whether the students could understand it or not, he poured all the cultivation methods he had summarized into them.

Even Wen Ruohan, who possessed extraordinary talent, could not fully absorb the knowledge taught by Wei Wuxian, let alone other young students.

After a moment of confusion, the group decisively abandoned trying to follow Wei Wuxian's train of thought. They picked up the pens on the table and quickly took notes of what he was teaching, intending to digest the meaning slowly later.

The morning classes ended in the blink of an eye. Wei Wuxian ignored the hesitant expressions of the others, glanced at Nie Huaisang's state, and left directly.

After Wei Wuxian left, a low murmur arose in the square. The crowd looked at each other, clearly annoyed by Wei Wuxian's unique teaching method, yet helpless to change it.

Wen Ruohan stood up without saying a word and walked straight towards the dining hall of Yantian Sect.

He had already abstained from grains and did not need to eat, but during dinner yesterday, he suddenly remembered that Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue broke through their limits by accidentally eating spiritual food during the Yantian Sect's apprenticeship ceremony. After pondering for a moment, he decided to go to the dining hall to take a look.

As expected, the dining hall of Yantian Sect lived up to his expectations, using ingredients rich in spiritual energy, which was of great benefit to cultivators.

Yesterday, Wen Ruohan missed dinner and breakfast this morning because she was in a hurry to refine the spiritual energy in her body. Naturally, she did not want to miss lunch now.

The students were stunned for a moment, looking in the direction Wen Ruohan had left. They also remembered the delicious food in the dining hall, and immediately forgot everything else, rushing towards the dining hall in groups of three or five.

Seeing Nie Mingjue looking at Nie Huaisang, who was in meditation, with a worried expression, Lan Xichen walked to his side and gently invited, "Brother Mingjue, there are disciples of the Yantian Sect on duty here, Huaisang will be fine. Why don't you come with us to the dining hall for a meal?"

“This…” Nie Mingjue looked at Nie Huaisang’s condition, his expression slightly hesitant.

"Within the territory of the Yantian Sect, the Yantian Sect will ensure the safety of every student. Young Master Nie need not worry about Second Young Master Nie. Please go and have your meal." Upon hearing this, the Yantian Sect disciple on duty bowed and said solemnly.

"Thank you very much. I will trouble you all to take care of my younger brother." Nie Mingjue returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said sincerely.

"Young Master Nie, you're too kind," a disciple of the Yantian Sect said slowly.

Nie Mingjue felt slightly relieved. After glancing at Nie Huaisang again, he followed Lan Xichen toward the dining hall.

In the afternoon, the course was still taught by Wei Wuxian.

The students originally thought that, just like in the morning, they would already have their pens in hand, ready to write furiously before Wei Wuxian even spoke.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wei Wuxian's lesson was not a theoretical one, but a practical lesson on talismans that required hands-on experience.

For thousands of years in the cultivation world, the way of the sword has always occupied the mainstream position, while the way of talismans has been regarded as auxiliary. Although some cultivators have ventured into it, they have been classified as unorthodox and heretical.

Among the students present, although there were quite a few who studied talismans, their numbers were not large.

When they learned that Wei Wuxian was going to teach a talisman class, many people looked embarrassed, clearly not very interested in the way of talismans.

Wei Wuxian, however, paid no attention to the reactions of the crowd. He stood in front of the podium, holding a talisman that glowed with a faint golden light in his hand. His gaze swept over the crowd, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Just as everyone was puzzled, he casually tossed the talisman into the air, and a thick bolt of lightning, drawn by the talisman, crashed down, striking a boulder in the center of the square.

The boulder was instantly blasted to pieces, sending debris flying and raising a cloud of dust.

The students were stunned by the sudden turn of events. Those who had previously looked troubled and uninterested now stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"This is... a thunder talisman?" Wen Ruohan stared at the rubble on the ground, looking thoughtful, and asked tentatively.

“Not bad.” Wei Wuxian nodded slightly and said calmly, “The power of talismans is by no means inferior to that of swordsmanship. If used properly, it is not impossible for them to far surpass swordsmanship.”

Having said that, he casually waved his hand, and the pebbles on the ground vanished without a trace.

Wei Wuxian's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the hearts of the students.

Those who were initially dismissive of talismans now had a glint of curiosity in their eyes.

Wei Wuxian was fairly satisfied with their reactions. Without saying anything more, he directly drew a lightning talisman in mid-air and began to explain the essentials of talisman making. Afterward, he left the time to the students, letting them try to draw talismans on their own.

His attention was focused on Nie Huaisang, who was in meditation, and his expression revealed a hint of interest.

After an unknown amount of time, while the students were engrossed in drawing talismans, a large patch of thunderclouds suddenly gathered in the sky above the square, and the air pressure plummeted.

The students in the square were drawn by this sudden turn of events. They stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, and many of them changed their expressions when they saw the rolling thunderclouds.

"This...this is a lightning tribulation?!"

"Could it be that one of us has broken through?!"

……

After the initial shock, gasps of surprise rose and fell.

The students instinctively looked at Wen Ruohan, believing that he was the most likely person to break through.

Wen Ruohan ignored the gazes directed at him. His eyes followed Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue as they looked toward Nie Huaisang, who was meditating not far away. A complex expression flickered in his eyes for a moment.

If he remembered correctly, when he saw Nie Huaisang yesterday, the other party's cultivation had only reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, and his foundation was extremely unstable. It was obvious that his cultivation had been built up with rare and precious materials.

Unexpectedly, during a trip to a secret realm, the other party broke through the Golden Core stage and is about to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Upon seeing this, the students followed the three's gaze and saw that Nie Huaisang's body was faintly filled with spiritual light, and his aura was gradually rising, which was obviously a sign that he was about to break through. They were immediately shocked.

"Everyone, get out of the lightning tribulation area. Don't interfere with Nie Huaisang's tribulation." Wei Wuxian glanced at the group of students sitting still and frowned slightly before giving the order.

Upon hearing this, the crowd seemed to awaken from a dream, and retreated towards the edge of the square in a flustered yet orderly manner, their expressions still filled with undisguised shock.

Nie Mingjue glanced at the dark, heavy thunderclouds in the sky, then looked at Nie Huaisang, whose eyes were still tightly closed, his expression full of worry.

After some thought, he ultimately did not go forward to wake the other party, but instead followed Lan Xichen out of the lightning tribulation range.

Lan Wangji had arrived at the plaza at some point, standing quietly beside Wei Wuxian. He glanced indifferently at Nie Huaisang and softly said, "The tribulation lightning is about to strike, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian nodded and retreated to a safe area with Lan Wangji.

In the sky, thunderclouds rolled and lightning flashed, and a suffocating atmosphere enveloped the entire square.

Nie Huaisang remained seated cross-legged, his body radiating spiritual light, his aura gradually rising, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

"boom--"

The first lightning bolt crashed down, its thick beam striking directly at Nie Huaisang.

However, just as the lightning was about to strike the opponent's body, a pale golden barrier suddenly appeared, blocking all the lightning.

"What is that?" Nie Mingjue's gaze sharpened, and he murmured to himself.

One lightning bolt after another struck, and the barrier around Nie Huaisang appeared time and again, blocking all the lightning.

The crowd in the square stared in disbelief, their minds filled with questions.

"Brother Mingjue, could Huaisang be carrying some kind of defensive magic artifact?" Lan Xichen turned to look at Nie Mingjue and asked hesitantly.

"No, besides, when has such a high-grade magic weapon ever appeared in the cultivation world?" Nie Mingjue shook his head, his gaze piercing through the lightning tribulation and landing on Nie Huaisang, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

"Could it have been obtained in a secret realm?" Wen Ruohan's gaze narrowed slightly as she asked tentatively.

“After entering the secret realm, Huai Sang stayed with me and Xi Chen the whole time. Apart from obtaining a pen and a cultivation manual, we didn’t gain anything else.” Upon hearing this, Nie Mingjue narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wen Ruohan warily, and said with a serious expression.

“Brother Mingjue is absolutely right. Huaisang only obtained a pen and a cultivation technique, and gained nothing else.” Lan Xichen immediately understood Nie Mingjue’s intention and hurriedly echoed his words.

Seeing that they had misunderstood, Wen Ruohan made no attempt to explain, continuing to gaze intently at the lightning tribulation ahead, lost in thought.

He wouldn't stoop to robbing a junior's belongings, even if the items could withstand lightning tribulation.

“It’s not a defensive artifact.” Wei Wuxian glanced around at the students with their varied expressions and said leisurely, “Nie Huaisang… entered the Dao through literature. If you look closely at that barrier, you will discover its secrets.”

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention and looked closely. They saw that on the pale golden barrier, runes were faintly flowing, and the characters were flashing and jumping within them. Each flash seemed to contain endless power, easily dissolving the lightning tribulations.

"Entering the Dao through literature?" Wen Ruohan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "This is unheard of. However, judging from the power of this barrier, it seems to be even stronger than many defensive magic artifacts."

"There are three thousand methods of Taoism, none of which are superior or inferior. The key lies in whether the practitioner can comprehend them and bring them to their ultimate level." Wei Wuxian smiled and said in a clear voice, "Just like Nie Huaisang, although he is not good at swordsmanship, his talent in literature is unique. He can use literature to convey the Tao, and his words contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. When the runes flow, they can naturally draw on the power of heaven and earth to form such a powerful defense."

"The ways of the world are all different and wondrous," Lan Wangji added calmly and in a light tone.

"It is truly rare for Huai Sang to have such an opportunity. His path to cultivation through literature may open up a completely new path for the cultivation world." Lan Xichen nodded slightly and gently echoed, his eyes full of admiration.

Upon hearing this explanation, Nie Mingjue's worry gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and pride.

Wen Ruohan remained silent, her gaze still fixed on Nie Huaisang, seemingly lost in thought.

The tribulation lightning grew increasingly fierce, with thick bolts of lightning roaring down like giant dragons, yet they were unable to break through the pale golden barrier.

Nie Huaisang remained immersed in meditation, his aura growing increasingly calm, as if he had merged with heaven and earth, remaining unmoved despite the raging lightning tribulation.

As time passed, Nie Huaisang successfully passed the tribulation of advancement and cultivated into a nascent soul. The lightning stopped, and a spiritual rain fell from the sky.

Without needing any prompting, the students sat down on the ground and bathed in the spiritual rain as it fell. Wen Ruohan, Nie Mingjue, and Lan Xichen were no exception, as such an opportunity was truly rare.

The fine, silken rain, carrying pure spiritual energy, gently nourished everyone's bodies.

"What a wonderful day!" Wei Wuxian smiled as he watched Wen Ruohan, Lan Xichen, and Nie Mingjue's auras gradually rise, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"Hmm." Lan Wangji looked up at the thunderclouds that had reformed, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and responded softly.