Beauty helps me achieve immortality

After Wang Teng finished his last sentence, he opened the gate and left the kitchen.

Zhao Qing was tactful enough not to ask any more questions. He slowly exhaled, walked through the crowd, and went to line up for breakfast.

He originally wanted to ask about the headmaster's situation, but Wang Teng was in too much of a hurry, and he was afraid that asking too many questions would attract attention, so he didn't say anything.

"No wonder Zhou Xiaoyi, a direct disciple, was temporarily placed in the outer sect..."

Zhao Qing had already figured out the general situation of the whole incident.

In the spring, a newcomer with outstanding talent appeared at the Ascension Conference. She was a female cultivator who was only at the Innate Realm - Zhou Xiaoyi.

At that time, the sect leader was away in seclusion, and with that woman's talent, she was more than qualified to become the sect leader's personal disciple.

Therefore, Elder Qian, who held great power, arranged for her to temporarily live in the outer sect, preparing to find a good wife for his only son.

...It is also possible that at that time, Elder Qian had already made his wishful thinking.

The key time should be in summer.

The Four Symbols Sect is ready to make a move, and Zhou Xiaoyi has noticed Elder Qian's intention to surrender to the enemy. There must be other unknown secrets involved...

In the end, Zhou Xiaoyi pretended to compromise and was placed in Dancaofang to contact Senior Brother Qian, but she hid secretly.

Zhao Qing secretly pondered the whole story.

However, I found that although this explanation made sense, it seemed to be missing a very important clue.

Obviously, the contradiction that caused Zhou and Qian to disagree was the most critical part of the entire logical loop.

Why is Zhou Xiaoyi unwilling to interact with Senior Brother Qian? And why does she dislike Elder Qian so much?

Was it just Elder Qian defecting to the enemy? But for a newcomer, this shouldn't be a critical factor...

I'm afraid only the person involved knows the reason.

Zhao Qing shook his head silently and suppressed his emotions.

He had already realized that he must never mention anything about Zhou Xiaoyi to anyone. Asking Wang Teng indirectly today was already a desperate move.

This is not only to protect the guest official, but also to protect yourself.

The disciple has disappeared...but there is no news of it within the sect.

Three months ago, Junior Sister Sun changed her male companion. Although this is very common in Caofang...it has been a while since I last saw Junior Brother Qiu Yang.

He couldn't help but think of what Wang Teng had just said. Caofang had already lost many lives because of this incident.

Is Zhang Qiuyang dead?

Junior Brother Qiu Yang had contact with Zhou Xiaoyi as early as the spring, but now he hasn't shown up...

"Senior Brother Zhao?"

"Brother Zhao, what would you like to eat today?"

Zhao Qing came back to his senses and looked at his junior sister who was serving food. He smiled and said, "Just the same as usual. Do you have any of the jujube porridge that Senior Brother Wang Teng likes? Bring me some."

He picked up the food and turned to walk towards the T-shaped courtyard.

After establishing a good relationship with Wang Teng, Zhao Qing hasn't worked for a long time. Of course, this is also closely related to his breakthrough to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

The servants coming and going were still discussing the murder of their inner sect senior brother last night.

Zhao Qing remained silent, but he already had some guesses in his mind.

Ma Zhe...I'm afraid it was Elder Qian who killed him personally.

Even though the facts may be different from his own guess, there is no doubt that Elder Qian will take advantage of this incident to advance his plan of surrendering to the enemy.

But Elder Li is also a Jindan senior, it is impossible that he didn't notice anything, so what is his attitude?

As the chief outer disciple, will the master's nephew go along with Elder Qian?

The alchemists in Dantang never go on missions, so how come they were sent to Sixiangmen?

Zhao Qing took two quick steps and came to the gate of his yard. He breathed slowly and calmed his mind.

Although on the surface there seemed to be only a slight disturbance within the sect.

But in reality, undercurrents are already surging, and the competition among various parties has reached an extremely critical point. Huge changes... are imminent.

He could only rely on his limited strength to support himself and his wife as they drifted under the huge waves.

In the early morning of late autumn, scattered fallen leaves covered with white frost lie quietly on the ground, gazing at the distant mountains.

However, thick fog rose from the distant mountains, blocking the early morning sun.

The colorful morning glow came through the mist and hit Zhao Qing's cheek.

He relaxed his brows, cleared his mind, opened the gate to his house, turned around, and closed it again.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked, keeping the world's troubles out of the yard.

As for the courtyard——

"Shuyue, come out for dinner!"

……

At noon, Zhao Qing dragged his tired body out of the quiet room.

The first attempt to refine the Spirit-Refining Pill ended in failure, which had nothing to do with the pill-making skills.

However, during the process of refining the elixir, distracting thoughts always arose in my mind, or I felt dazed.

I'm still too tired.

Yesterday morning, I left the kitchen and went to Huanyu Pavilion and then to Xueyi Tower.

Became a guest official, met my junior sister, and learned about the great changes that might happen in the sect in the near future...

Then he went to look for Le'an again and returned home at night.

Although the route is similar to the usual one to the Blood Robe Tower, it consumes a lot of energy.

Coupled with working all night last night, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Zhao Qing looked at the withered weeds in the corner and sighed slightly.

He realized that no matter how tense the situation was, he had to maintain the rhythm of life and never lose his composure.

In the face of complex and severe challenges, we cannot succeed without sufficient determination.

The door to the east wing slowly opened.

"Are you hungry, my husband? Shuyue will go cook now."

The pale wife was wearing only a thin undergarment and was shivering behind the door. Her voice was weak and no longer as clear as before.

A smile appeared on Zhao Qing's face, and his eyes swept over his wife's exquisite body, his clear eyes full of pity.

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat in the evening."

He shook his shoulders lightly, loosened his muscles, and walked towards the east wing.

Although the autumn wind was blowing in the yard, the girl kept shivering.

But he knew that his wife was warm and the bedroom was warm too...

All the clothes were taken off, and the warm fragrance and beauty were in his arms.

Zhao Qing lay on his wife's slender waist and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Shuyue looked at her husband beside her, her eyes full of tenderness.

She endured the burning pain in her body, picked up her husband and laid him flat, then put her snow-white arms under his neck.

Lying on her side, she embraced him and kissed his slightly wrinkled brows.

"Mother...my husband is too tired. Shuyue will come to see you next year."

"Go with my husband."

Today is July 15th, the Ghost Festival.

……

Late at night, Zhao Qing woke up from his sleep with a frown on his face.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the still warm bedding around him and saw the flickering fire outside the window.

Shuyue went to cook...

He patted his shoulders and neck gently, forcing himself to be more conscious.

But the drowsy feeling in my mind is lingering.

He felt like an ordinary person who had not slept for several days and nights, and was in a daze when he woke up.

When his palm touched the damp heat in the quilt, Zhao Qing looked surprised.

Both sides of the bed were wet... He raised his hand to his forehead and realized that he was sweating.

A lot of sweat.

Zhao Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was the first time since he entered the innate realm twenty years ago that he woke up from a dream, sweating profusely.

All the trivial matters recently have made him feel more stressed.

After all, he is not alone anymore. He has to take care of his wife and support the family when making any decision.

And what he was facing were not his senior brothers or junior brothers, but independent cultivators who robbed people of their wealth.

Instead, he is a great elder in the late Jindan stage, a supremely powerful being who is only one step away from becoming a terrestrial immortal.

Even if the elder wouldn't necessarily bother a small servant as insignificant as an ant...

Zhao Qing raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, then put on his clothes and walked into the yard.

The wife heard the movement in the side room and said in surprise: "Husband, you are awake!"

Zhao Qing nodded slightly, walked to the steps and sat down.

The autumn night wind was pervasive. Zhao Qing, who was dizzy, was immediately sobered up by the night wind and felt refreshed.

"What's for dinner tonight?" he asked.

The wife, stirring the wood in the stove to make it burn more vigorously, replied, "I went next door and asked Sister Liu to bring some chicks from the kitchen. They are stewing in the pot."

Went next door?

Zhao Qing frowned and reminded him again: "The sect has been in turmoil recently. Try not to leave the courtyard in the future. Just tell me if you need anything."

The girl pursed her lips and said in a delicate voice, "I know! My dear husband! Isn't Shuyue thinking about nourishing your body?"

"My husband is sweating a lot. Shuyue helped you turn over, but you didn't wake up... Shuyue will massage your shoulders tonight."

"Husband...don't push yourself too hard, it will make you tired."

Zhao Qing sighed helplessly after hearing this, but he also felt warm in his heart.

He nodded slightly, put down the axe he had just picked up, walked to the stove and gently stroked his wife's hair.

Glancing around, he noticed some bright red spots on the east side of the courtyard wall.

That is the ash of wood that has not yet burned out.

"Shuyue, what is that?" he asked puzzledly.

"Ok?"

The wife uttered a slight nasal sound, and then paused for a moment before continuing, "Today is the Ghost Festival. Shuyue made some arrangements at home and held a memorial ceremony."

Today is the Ghost Festival...

Zhao Qing nodded slightly without saying anything.

His wife told him that girls in the same village had children at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Because her mother died of illness, she stayed at home to observe mourning for three years until she was eighteen.

Zhao Qing was a little hesitant.

Regardless of past or present lives, a son-in-law does not need to worship his wife's family ancestors.

But for some reason, when he looked at his wife's frail body, he felt extremely distressed.

Shuyue had just finished her six-month mourning period and had been following him around to serve him. She hadn't even mentioned going home to pay respects to her ancestors...

Zhao Qing had an idea and wanted to send his wife back to pay tribute to his deceased mother.

But considering the recent tense situation...

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Next year, during the Cold Food Festival, I'll go with you to visit my mother-in-law."

Wang Shuyue put down the spoon in her hand and looked back at her husband.

Her face lit up with joy as she nodded heavily, saying, "Okay! My husband will send me there next year. When my mother sees my husband, she will definitely be happy for Shuyue."

For no reason, Zhao Qing felt a pang in his heart.

After living this life again, I can’t even visit the grave freely?

He sat back on the steps and stared at the night sky in a daze.

I have been walking on thin ice in the kitchen for twenty years, doing my work with trepidation and practicing diligently.

The path to immortality that I seek...is nothing but an empty dream.

As he was approaching forty, he wanted to get married, start a family and spend his retirement in peace, away from disputes.

But the sudden appearance of the virtual panel... gave rise to a sense of anticipation in his heart.

What am I expecting?

Immortality?

Accumulating proficiency bit by bit? Using his wife as a tool to improve his Dan Dao?

Have I become stronger?