Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Greetings, Master..." Guan Zhen bowed awkwardly.

"What brings you here today, fellow Daoist?"

Guan Zhen pulled out a jade slip from his storage bag and respectfully handed it over, saying, "Master, the third batch of Yunchuan students' ten-year study tour has come to an end. The names of the three sword cultivators who are currently studying at the Sword Pavilion are all here. Included are the comments from the Master within the Pavilion and their cultivation journeys over the past ten years. Please review them."

"Oh?" Jing Yu took the jade slip and asked casually, "I wonder how many of these three Yunchuan sword cultivators stayed in the Sword Pavilion?"

Guan Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "Not a single one was left alive."

"One of them joined the Sword Pavilion's subordinate Yuanying sect, the Iron Sword Tower. Another joined the Wanren Gang, a Jindan faction in southern Zhongzhou. Another is preparing to return to Yunchuan on the Taixu Tower ship..."

Jing Yu was slightly startled, then chuckled after a moment and said, "You guys at Jiange have quite high standards."

Guan Zhen sighed, "The entrance exam to the Sword Pavilion is too difficult. It tests not only one's foundation in the Way of Immortality, but also one's sword cultivation, and even one's character... Guan, back then, was favored by the sect's Li Jianxian, and had the opportunity to make up the admission. My sword cultivation was mediocre, and I didn't meet the standard for the test of my foundation in the Way of Immortality. It was only because I came out on top in the character test that I was barely accepted into the sect."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I heard a few days ago that you were promoted from the inner sect of Jiange to become a true disciple. This has greatly increased the reputation of us Yunchuan people!"

Guan Zhen said modestly, "If it weren't for the teachers in the pavilion who cleansed my body and refined my foundation for me, how could I be qualified to be promoted to the position of the True Transmission of Foundation Establishment..."

Yang Wan listened carefully from the side and was surprised: "So this little brother Guan is actually from the same hometown as Master Xuan Jing?"

She had previously thought that Guan Zhengui was the true disciple of Jiange and must be from a prominent family in Zhongzhou. She had never expected that he was actually from a remote place like Yunchuan Territory. Her thoughts, which had originally extinguished, were rekindled and there was even a smile on her face.

Jing Yu glanced at Yang Wan, then looked at Guan Zhen, understood what was going on, and smiled without saying anything.

"Since you've come to Xuan Ce Sect, why not stay a few more days? Although Xuan Ce Sect doesn't have as many talented people as Jiange, we do have several talented people in the Foundation Establishment Stage. I see that you're also approaching the Core Formation Stage, so why not give our disciples more guidance? It can also be considered as a way to polish your cultivation."

Guan Zhen stole a glance at Yang Wan, seeing that she seemed to be somewhat moved. After a moment, he said regretfully, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. It's just... it's just that I have a sect mission to complete, so I can't delay!"

"That's a pity." Jing Yu said regretfully: "Never mind, there is still a long way to go. After all, you and I are both strangers in a foreign land. If you have time, you can come to Xuan Ce Gate to find me for a cup of spiritual tea..."

Guan Zhen nodded, bowed and retreated, leaving Yang Wan alone with a dejected look on her face. She stamped her feet in the small building and said, "Alas! Master... this."

"What are you sighing about?" Jing Yu rolled his eyes. "I tried my best to keep you here, but you don't appreciate it. What can I do?"

"Did the real person see through it?" Yang Wan said shyly.

"Even a blind man can see that!" Jing Yu jokingly said, "Why, are you tempted by worldly desires?"

"Brother Guan has a high level of cultivation, has the appearance of a golden elixir, and is also very handsome. Where can such a person be found on Renpan Peak? Wan'er..." Yang Wan said openly, "I am a little moved!"

"This 'Brother Guan' is probably several dozen years older than you. In terms of age, he could be your great-grandfather, yet you're happy to call him 'Brother'... However, cultivators are judged by their level of cultivation, so a difference of several decades in age is nothing. In the world of immortal cultivation, there are also Taoist couples with a difference of over a thousand years!"

Jing Yu raised his eyes and said leisurely, "You are half a sword cultivator after all, so you have some things in common with him. I just noticed that Guan Zhen is also interested in you, but he is, after all, a senior disciple of the Sword Pavilion... If you are really interested, I can ask him for you. Whether it will succeed or not is up to him to decide."

Yang Wan was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Thank you so much, Master!"

The next moment, he came closer with a shameless face and said, "Master, your divination skills are second to none in this area. Could you tell me about my marriage with Brother Guan? Can you tell me about my marriage?"

Jing Yu was already accustomed to Yang Wan's unruly nature, so he didn't take it as an offense. He actually took out his own life-saving magic weapon [Mysterious Patterned Turtle Shell] and pretended to calculate...

The spiritual patterns on the tortoise shell appeared and disappeared, and finally the hexagram was fixed. Jing Yu looked at it carefully and was shocked: "Ouch!"

Yang Wan's heart tightened, and she quickly looked at the tortoise shell. The patterns on it were crooked, and she felt dizzy after just one look. She quickly stopped staring, but still asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Jing Yu's expression was exaggerated, and he shouted, "Guess what?"

"This is a very good omen..."

“It’s actually a [Golden Jade Match]!”

Yang Wan was a little skeptical: "Is it true?"

After a moment, he said happily: "After all, it is a match made in heaven..."

"Hehe..." Jing Yu put away the black-patterned tortoise shell and blinked at the door.

Yang Wan turned around and saw Guan Zhen standing by the door frame with an awkward look on his face. He mumbled, "Master, I forgot that Master Lingyu in the pavilion gave you some tea. I came here to give you some tea..."

"what!"

Even though Yang Wan had a hot temper, her cheeks were flushed. She covered her red face with her robe and ran out of the Green Bamboo Villa in a flash.

Only after Guan Zhen had actually left Diquan Peak did Yang Wan turn back and stamp her feet:

"Real person! You are deliberately making fun of me!"

Jing Yu laughed heartily. "We cultivators cultivate our true nature, so we should act according to our own will... If both sides were more open, wouldn't this matter be resolved? It's better than the infatuated man and woman whining and reciting those long, boring dramas hundreds or thousands of times..."

Jing Yu just smiled, but inwardly she pondered, "I just read their marriage prediction, but it wasn't the auspicious [Golden Jade Marriage], but instead it matched the prophecy of [Sword Qi Soaring to the Sky]. I wonder what that means?"

"Yang Wan is just a white ordinary [Sharp Edge] fate. Using a sharp weapon to increase her power is better than nothing. Guan Zhen doesn't even have a fate, how can he bear such a big statement?"

While he was pondering, there was another knock on the door: "Is Master Xuan Jing here? The messenger from Zhongzhou wants to see you!"

"Messenger from Zhongzhou? Come in!"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator with a goatee walked in, bowed to Jing Yu, and then handed over a stack of letters, saying, "Master, these are letters from the Yunchuan Territory!"

The distance between Yunchuan Territory and Zhongzhou Territory is too far, and most means of communication have lost their effectiveness. Instead, they can only use this most primitive way to communicate. Jindan cultivators have noble status, so there will often be messengers with foundation-building cultivation to deliver letters as a sign of respect.

"Oh, I see."

Jing Yu nodded and took the stack of spiritual letters. Suddenly his eyes fixed and a sneer appeared on his face.