Immortals Step into Heaven

Zheng Yuan walked over slowly with a smile on his face. Seeing him approach, Ling'er immediately ran over happily, took his hand, and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, are you done with your training?" Zheng Yuan gently touched her head and said, "Well, it's over for now. Ling'er, you must practice hard and reach the Xiantian realm as soon as possible." Ling'er blinked her big eyes, puzzled, "Why, Brother Xiaoyuan?"

Zheng Yuan briefly explained the matter of the fusion of the residual souls and the reason why she needed to reach the innate realm.

The expression on Zhao Linger's fair face changed slightly in an instant. She opened her red lips slightly and said with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in her tone: "Brother Xiao Yuan, is it really okay to do this?" Her clear eyes were full of worry about the unknown.

Zheng Yuan raised his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled softly: Let's talk about it when the time comes. After all, things may not develop as expected now, and it is not necessary to act in this way. However, the breakthrough of the innate realm must be achieved as soon as possible.

He knew that this matter was extremely important to them, but seeing Ling'er's slightly uneasy expression, he couldn't give her a firm answer directly. He thought that Ling'er would need some time to slowly adapt to all these changes and plans, and he couldn't rush things, otherwise it would only make her more panicked and confused.

After several months of staying here, Zheng Yuan felt the time was ripe, so he resolutely set out for Yunzhou City with Ling'er. Leaving the tranquil cave, Zheng Yuan gracefully flung out a shimmering flying sword, then lightly stepped onto it, carrying Ling'er. His magical power surged, instantly creating a crystalline magical shield around them.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled in the sky, the biting wind like a sharp blade, wantonly slicing everything around. For a cultivator like Zheng Yuan, it might be just a gentle breeze, not worth mentioning, but Ling'er, a mere mortal, as fragile as a delicate flower, how could she withstand such a violent wind.

Ling'er's slender fingers unconsciously grasped Zheng Yuan's sleeve, her feet rooted to the ground as she struggled to maintain her footing on the flying sword. In her large, lively eyes, a gleam of curiosity intertwined with the nervousness of a new experience at such heights, creating a unique expression.

Finally, she could no longer suppress the throbbing in her heart, and slowly lowered her head. Wherever she looked, the vast land was like a huge piece of tapestry, flying backwards under her feet at an astonishing speed.

The rolling mountains resembled the earth's slightly raised spine, and the surging rivers resembled its winding blood vessels. At this moment, they were transformed into tiny yet delicate veins, weaving a magnificent landscape. A flush of excitement gradually spread across her face, and she spoke with a trembling voice, unable to conceal her excitement: "Brother Xiaoyuan, it's so beautiful down there!"

Brother Xiao Yuan gently held her hand, his eyes full of tenderness and doting, "Although these mountains and rivers are beautiful, they are not even one-tenth as beautiful as when you are by my side." She was slightly startled, and looked up at Brother Xiao Yuan, with stars twinkling in her eyes.

Zhao Linger, dressed in a flowing white dress, had a graceful figure. She raised her delicate hand and pointed at the looming city wall in the distance, which exuded an ancient and heavy atmosphere. She parted her red lips and asked softly, "Brother Xiaoyuan, is Yunzhou City ahead?"

Brother Xiao Yuan raised his head slightly and looked in the direction Ling'er pointed, with a hint of reminiscence and emotion in his eyes, and replied: "Yes, Ling'er. It was here that I joined the Danqing Sect with full of ambition and longing. Time flies, like a white horse passing by. Think about it, there is still more than a year left, and the four major sects will come to Yunzhou City to recruit disciples again. The world is unpredictable, and the situation is delicate now. Who knows if there will be any changes at that time." He frowned slightly, as if he was worried about something, and seemed to be lost in thought about the past years. Zhao Ling'er beside him looked at him like this, and couldn't help but glance sideways, looking at the Yunzhou City that was about to arrive.

Arm in arm, Zheng Yuan and Ling'er walked lightly through the ancient and somewhat bustling gates of Yunzhou City. The city was bustling with people, and the cries of various vendors intertwined into a unique rhythm of the marketplace.

Wang Er, busy with his own trivial matters in the distance, glanced up and instantly recognized Zheng Yuan, a look of surprise crossing his face. In his memory, Zheng Yuan had once been a generous figure, having successfully joined the Immortal Sect. He had assumed they would never cross paths again, but unexpectedly, they would meet again in Yunzhou City. As for Ling'er, the beautiful and elegant figure standing beside Zheng Yuan, Wang Er had never seen her before. However, he didn't dwell on it; the urge to approach and greet her took over.

Wang Er hurried over to Zheng Yuan, smiling broadly. He bowed slightly and said, "My lord, it's been years since we last met. I wonder if you still remember me, Wang Er. Back then, I had the privilege of meeting you. The memory is still fresh in my mind."

Are you Wang Er? Thank you so much for showing me the way back then. This time, could you please help me find a place to live?

Wang Er was immediately flattered upon hearing this. His smile grew even wider, his eyes narrowing into slits. He hurriedly said, "Your Excellency is so polite. It is my honor to serve you. This courtyard in Yunzhou City is mine. I will find a quiet, elegant, comfortable and pleasant place to satisfy you." As he spoke, Wang Er bowed slightly and stepped forward, acting as if to lead the way. His eyes were full of flattery and courtesy, as if he was afraid Zheng Yuan would change his mind and miss this rare opportunity to show off.

A moment later, Wang Er led Zheng Yuan and Ling'er through several winding alleys to a quiet courtyard. As Zheng Yuan entered the courtyard, he was overwhelmed with surprise and nostalgia. This was exactly where he had lived when he first arrived in Yunzhou City. Memories of the past flooded back, and those youthful, naive, yet hopeful days seemed like only yesterday.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with approval and gratitude as he looked at Wang Er. "You're quite thoughtful," he said. Zheng Yuan reached into his pocket, pulled out a twenty-liang silver note, and handed it to Wang Er. The note gleamed enticingly in the sunlight, and Wang Er's eyes lit up instantly. He feigned a refusal, "Sir, it's a great honor to serve you. I won't do this." His hands trembled slightly, his eyes etched with desire for the generous reward.

Zheng Yuan smiled slightly and said, "By the way, please help me order a table of signature dishes from Manxianglou." Wang Er hurriedly took the banknote and replied with a flattering face, "Don't worry, sir. I will go to Manxianglou right away and arrange the most authentic signature dishes for you." After that, he left in a hurry, his steps so light that he seemed to be walking on clouds.

Zheng Yuan turned around, took Ling'er's hand and walked into the courtyard. The grass and trees in the courtyard were still lush, but with a few more signs of time.