Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Duan Yandong remembered the memories he had lost before and remembered Wang Xichun who had been waiting for him to return home.

He also remembered why he embarked on the path of seeking immortality, because he had a crazy idea at that time.

When he cultivated to the Golden Elixir Realm, he gave the Golden Elixir in his body to Wang Xichun. This was the only way he could think of.

But after he became a disciple of the Yutian Sect, he discovered a problem: mortals do not have spiritual roots and are simply unable to withstand other people's golden elixirs.

So he looked through all the books of the Yutian Sect, and he saw a book of martial arts, which was the Xuandan Jue.

The Xuan Dan Jue can form a fake elixir in the foundation-building stage, and the fake elixir can be fused with the real golden elixir to produce a brand new golden elixir, which can be used by mortals.

The Xuandan Jue was obtained by the first leader of the Yutian Sect in a medium-sized secret realm. He was the first cultivator to practice this technique.

Before he died, he passed the golden elixir in his body to a mortal without spiritual roots, thinking that they were destined to be together.

This mortal eventually became the third leader of the Yutian Sect.

To create this new golden elixir, one needs to become an alchemist. Only an alchemist knows how to fuse the fake elixir with the real golden elixir.

Disciples do not need to exchange contribution points for this technique. All disciples who want to practice this technique can ask the elders of the library for a copy.

After Duan Yandong mastered the Xuan Dan Jue, the elders of the sect accepted him as their personal disciple, and the sect master also gave him a privilege.

He could take most of the medicinal herbs in the sect directly. There were very few people in the Yutian Sect who could successfully practice the Xuandan Jue. Only one person would appear every few decades, and the last successful cultivator was Duan Yandong's master.

Duan Yandong also remembered why he had been practicing and refining pills in the mansion.

He wanted to break through to the Golden Core Realm, fuse the fake core in his dantian with the Golden Core, and then bring this brand new Golden Core back to Wang Xichun.

He remembered it all!

But he did not reach the Golden Core Realm before Wang Xichun's death. Today is her thirty-fifth birthday.

Wang Xichun spat out a mouthful of blood. A thick black air surrounded her, like black smoke swirling around her body.

When Xia Xiaomo and Duan Yandong saw the black air, they remembered what Xu Yeyu said, that there was a faint demonic energy on her.

Wang Xichun's skin was as pale as snow, forming a sharp contrast with the black aura. The evil spirit was eroding her consciousness bit by bit.

"So the purpose of my cultivation was to save you. I'm sorry, I forgot all my memories about you."

"I didn't cultivate to the Golden Core Realm before you were thirty-five years old. I almost didn't even get to see you for the last time."

Since Wang Xichun had a continuous fever that year, she would feel an indescribable pain during the coldest days of winter.

The Yin energy penetrated into her body, like thousands of swords piercing her skin, making her feel excruciating pain.

Every year at this time, she would wonder why Duan Yandong hasn’t come back yet. Didn’t he promise to come back to see me often?

Year after year, Duan Yandong never came back, nor did he write to her.

She thinks about it every year.

Did he encounter an accident while looking for his destiny? Or does he not want to come back to see me?

No! He must have been delayed by something, so he didn't come back!

This year, I will also survive this winter, and he will definitely come back to see me!

Wait a few days and then ask for a signature...

He lost his memory and forgot that there was a woman waiting for him to return home.

She gazed into the distance, she kept waiting, and her black hair gradually turned into white.

"It's okay. I never blamed you. You left for me, and in the end you came back."

Wang Xichun coughed a few times, and along with the coughing sound there was a faint smell of blood. She spat out some bright red blood.

The blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the bed, appearing particularly bright red.

"I am already very happy that you were able to recover my memories."

"These past few days we went to the temple fair together, had meals together, and you held me in your arms while sleeping. It all reminded me of the past."

Xia Xiaomo walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. Some things would be better left for them to talk about alone.

She came to the yard and saw an old monk standing at the door.

His face was marked by traces of time. He was wearing a loose monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Xia Xiaomo looked up and saw the Sanskrit. The yard was covered by a golden bell, which was emitting precious light and was engraved with tiny Sanskrit lines.

The old monk put his hands together and bowed gently.

"Donor, don't panic. My Buddhist name is Qingyu, and this is my golden bell." The old monk stood up and continued, "I am only here to help the donor in the room to transcend."

The old monk happened to come to Baizhu County to beg for alms. He sensed a demonic aura and came here.

The old monk knew that the donor inside was a demon. She was going through a life-threatening crisis and he could not help her with this crisis.

The golden bell can make the donor feel better before leaving.

It was the first time that Xia Xiaomo met a monk. Monks practiced Buddhism, which was different from the monks like them.

She had only heard from the elder that monks who could master Sanskrit were generally high-ranking monks.

Xia Xiaomo bowed and asked, "Master Qingyu, don't you have any way to help her?"

The old monk shook his head.

"They are both going through tribulations. One is going through the tribulation of death, and the other is going through the tribulation of mortal fate."

In the old monk's sight, he saw a red line connecting the two people.

The red thread can lead to a lifetime of fate, and this red thread only exists between people who are closely related to you.

It can be said that the red line connects the most important people in life.

Xia Xiaomo clenched her fists. She knew in her heart that if Miss Wang died, Duan Yandong would be haunted by his inner demons.

The reason why Duan Yandong embarked on the path to immortality was because of Wang Xichun. Once he lost her, his Taoist heart would be broken.

This is his mortal world.

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......

"My wait was not in vain. You are still the Duan Yandong I know."

She spoke one sentence at a time, very slowly.

"If you hadn't saved me eighteen years ago, my life would have ended long ago."

"I heard you say that you came here to cut off the mortal world. I seem to have implicated you."

"Do you remember the first time you took me to the temple fair, under the fireworks, what did you say to me?"

Duan Yandong hugged Wang Xichun gently, his eyes were moist and tears involuntarily fell from the corners of his eyes.

"I like you."

Wang Xichun smiled, very happily, and she gently touched Duan Yandong's face with her hand.

"Then remember...in your next life...to marry me..."

Her hands lost strength, like a withered flower, and she slowly closed her eyes.

There was a trace of peace and calm on her face, as if she was waiting for an eternal dream.