Mysterious mirror hanging high

Wan Lingjun pursed his lips tightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself, but in the end he said nothing.

Jing Yu and others walked forward. Yuwen Xiaojin was already sitting on the ground without caring about his image. He was holding another green jade wine pot in his hand and shaking it gently. The clear and transparent wine kept surging in the pot, and a strange fragrance emanated from it. Although he hadn't taken a sip, Yuwen Xiaojin was already slightly tipsy.

"Zhi Ling is straightforward and outspoken. Although she's a woman, she's as heroic as any man. She's also incredibly talented, even surpassing Bo Lei. She's very popular not only within the Huanhuo Sect, but also among the major clans and families throughout the Yunchuan Region."

"She loves what's in the cup the most. Others, when drinking, often just taste it and then use magic to force the alcohol out, but she insists on experiencing the feeling of being completely drunk. And she has an incredible alcohol tolerance. Even without using magic to force the alcohol out, she can often drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"The first time I met Zhi Ling was at the Chengfu Restaurant in Xiaoyao Immortal City. At that time, she was already a renowned Foundation Establishment disciple of the Huanhuo Sect, yet she completely disregarded her status and engaged in a drinking game with a Qigong cultivator. I found it amusing and joined in. After a few interactions, we became familiar with each other."

"The wine that Zhi Ling and I drank at that time was this jug of wine in my hand."

Yuwen Xiaojin took a big gulp of wine, and the transparent liquid flowed down his slender neck and into his clothes, but he seemed unaware and continued:

"This wine has a very nice name, called [Meeting Joy]."

"Joy of meeting each other...hate the impermanence of life!"

Yuwen Xiaojin's expression darkened. "Xuanjing, although Xiaojin isn't as gifted as Xiaoyan, he's still above average among the direct descendants of aristocratic families. Why did he wait until he was two hundred years old to achieve Dan Formation? Why did he have to hone himself to this point in the Foundation Establishment Realm? Do you understand?"

"If you only want a low-grade or mid-grade pill... why waste time here? Xiao Jin... wants to ask for the [Red Gold Pill]!"

"It's extremely difficult to form a Nascent Soul with a mid-grade Golden Core, unless one has the luck of a Mountain-Moving True Lord. Even a Mountain-Moving True Lord could only form a [One-Aperture Nascent Soul] in the end, and his combat power is at the bottom of the Nascent Soul True Lords. Even if one is already a True Lord, he still has to do the work of moving mountains every day to earn spiritual resources."

"You saw it too. He didn't even dare to say a word in front of the ancestor, how could he still have the temper of a True Lord?

"If you want to form a baby safely, the elixir must be at least of the highest quality!"

"But why?" Jing Yu was a little puzzled. "Brother Xiao Jin, you don't look like someone who is obsessed with the Tao."

What he said was not nonsense. It was true that all cultivators in the world who embarked on the path of cultivation were seeking the path to immortality, but the intensity of the pursuit also varied. Yu Wen Xiaojin's past had shown that he was not the kind of ascetic who "would not block his eyes even if the clouds covered the moon, and would pursue the truth with a heart as hard as iron even if he died." Compared to the path to immortality, he cared more about the various scenery along the way.

But Yuwen Xiaojin coldly replied, "If it weren't for Zhiling dying in the place of Huangfu Zhengqi's [Zhengyan Lihuo Talisman Sword] that day in the Langhuo Blessed Land, I, Yuwen Xiaojin, would be lying in the grave in the back mountain today... This vengeance cannot be atoned for even by Huangfu Zhengqi's death."

"After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, all old grudges are gone? What a joke..."

"When I am promoted to the rank of True Lord, the Huangfu family..."

Yuwen Xiaojin gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait!"

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Coming down from the back mountain of Yuwen Mansion, only Yuwen Xiaojin sent Jing Yu and Wan Lingjun out of the mansion.

At this time, there were only three of them left. Wan Lingjun took out a red wooden token from his storage bag, handed it to Yuwen Xiaojin, and said softly:

"Brother Yuwen, this is a [Fuqing Redwood Spirit Tablet] that I spent several months carving with my divine consciousness in the [Qiaozhu Temple] on Dongjing Mountain. It can slightly increase your fortune and is beneficial for cultivation and breakthroughs. Please accept it."

Yuwen Xiaojin took the wooden sign, his lips moving, but in the end, he only sighed: "Thank you, sister..."

Wan Lingjun's eyes were clear as he looked straight at Yuwen Xiaojin.

Jing Yu watched intently from the side. He still remembered that decades ago, Wan Lingjun was still a little follower following Yuwen Xiaojin. Even when she stole a few glances at her elder brother Yuwen, she was sneaky and not as open as she is now.

Wan Lingjun said slowly: "Brother Yuwen... In the past, when Lingjun was young and admired Ai, he made a lot of jokes. I hope you don't mind."

"Now that I'm getting older, I'm past the age of fooling around. My master has high hopes for me, so I can only tremble with fear and pray for that ethereal immortality..."

At this moment, a light breeze blew past, causing the goose-yellow feather pendant beside Wan Lingjun's hair to sway. She lowered her head, her dark brows relaxed, and spoke in a light and distant tone, "I only wish that Big Brother's path will be long and prosperous. A thousand years from now, I hope we can still drink and chat happily together one day!"

Yuwen Xiaojin just nodded silently, sent them out of the mansion, and then returned.

Jing Yu and Wan Lingjun walked side by side on the road. Looking at the calm Fairy Lingjun, Jing Yu was unsure of her inner feelings and asked tentatively, "Have you really let it go?"

Wan Lingjun's expression was calm. "Xuanjing, I was deeply moved when Brother Yuwen went to pay homage to Qin Zhiling today. Although Brother Yuwen was affectionate, he was sincere and honest, without a trace of falsehood. But my eldest sister only hopes that she will be turned into a grave one day, so that someone can pay tribute to her every year. I will be satisfied. But Lingjun cannot live like that!"

"Lingjun...I don't want to lie in that small grave. Even if Brother Yuwen thinks of me and misses me, what good does it do me?"

"If I could, I would rather be the one who pays tribute to others thousands and thousands of years later, when everything has changed and people are no longer the same!"

But seeing her aura rising steadily, the words just now seemed to make her mood a little more perfect, and her cultivation level actually increased a little visibly.

"Is this the Way of Forgetfulness?" Jing Yu said enviously, "It makes me want to practice it myself."

Wan Lingjun finally burst out laughing and said, "Xuan Jing, to forget about love, you must first have feelings. Back then, I was completely obsessed with Brother Yuwen, but I couldn't get him. Since then, I've been tempted by worldly desires, and only then have I been able to transcend the mundane world... Ever since I met you, I've never heard of you having any emotional entanglements with any fairies or beauties. This isn't forgetting about love, it's being heartless!"

"You should practice the ruthless way."

Jing Yu was slightly startled, then muttered, "The further I go on the path, the less I can wait for the person before me... Time is long, and Xuan Jing cannot bear to see a beauty turn into withered bones, so he dares not show mercy; but he cannot be completely heartless... After all, I am just an ordinary person with an ordinary heart and mind."

Wan Lingjun laughed heartily and said, "If even the Xuanjing Taoist, whose elixir has reached golden purple, admits to being ordinary, then there won't be many people in the world who would dare to call themselves geniuses!"

The laughter gradually died down, and Wan Lingjun suddenly said seriously:

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being ordinary. This world of immortal cultivation is just filled with too many perverse monsters, which is why so many twists and turns have arisen out of nowhere. There have been so many grudges, love and hatred, separations and reunions, joys and sorrows... It's better to forget them all!"