Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

"will not."

Lu Yi denied it, saying, "If my father really left to attend his 100th birthday banquet, he certainly wouldn't have kept it from me and my mother."

"That's it..."

Seeing that his guess had been rejected, the man clicked his tongue and said nothing more.

The other person sitting next to him, during this moment of silence, sipped his tea and sighed.

"Some are happy, some are sad. The Suspended Sword Pavilion is overjoyed, but the White Cloud Temple is shrouded in gloom."

"Baiyun Temple?"

Seeing that both of their eyes had been drawn to him, the man didn't keep them in suspense. He put down his teacup and told them the news he had just received.

“Yesterday, my mother received a message from my cousin via carrier pigeon, saying that the Seven Star Sword Master of Baiyun Temple passed away three days ago at the age of 197. My cousin is also unable to leave Ziyun Mountain for a while because of this.”

"First it was the Daoist monk, and now it's the Seven Star Sword Master. I'm afraid there are very few old-generation grandmasters left in the martial arts world these days," Lu Yi sighed involuntarily.

"Speaking of which, the Seven Star Sword Master should be the longest-lived among all the grandmasters, having lived for nearly two hundred years."

"That's right. I heard that the reason why the Seven Star Sword Master lived so long was related to a close friend he made while traveling. My cousin said that the person lived on Purple Cloud Mountain for quite a long time. However, at that time, my cousin was not accepted as a disciple by True Person Jingchen, so he didn't know much about the Sword Master's friend. He only knew that the person's background was very mysterious and that he was skilled in both medicine and martial arts."

"The person you're referring to should be Mr. Jiang."

After a long silence, Lu Yi suddenly spoke.

"—Mr. Jiang? Brother Yi, do you know this person?"

Both of them were surprised and turned to look at Lu Yi.

"I only heard my grandfather and uncle mention him," Lu Yi recalled. "This Mr. Jiang has done a great favor for my Lu family and even saved my father's life. It is said that the famous Physician Qi is Mr. Jiang's disciple."

"--What?!"

Both of them were so shocked by the news Lu Yi had dropped that they gaped in disbelief.

Mr. Jiang, whom the three were talking about, had already left the teahouse.

An hour later.

Jiang Yuchuan landed in front of a tomb surrounded by bamboo forest behind Ziyuan Mountain.

All the direct disciples of Baiyun Temple throughout the ages are buried here.

Decades ago, when he and Qi Changqing were temporarily staying at Baiyun Temple, Xuanxi brought him here once.

Among the neatly arranged tombstones, Xuanxi pointed out to him which one belonged to the founder of Baiyun Temple and which one belonged to his master and fellow disciples.

Furthermore, he also indicated where he would be buried after his death.

Jiang Yuchuan still remembers the scene. Xuanxi smiled and told him that she hoped that when she was buried here, Jiang Yuchuan could take some time to bring a pot of fine wine to visit him.

Jiang Yuchuan never expected that this day would come so soon.

Jiang Yuchuan walked slowly to Xuanxi's tombstone, stood quietly for a moment, raised his palm, and a wine gourd appeared out of thin air.

The wine in the gourd was brewed by him out of boredom during the time he was studying array formations on Fangzhang Island, using spiritual herbs and spiritual spring water.

Jiang Yuchuan raised the gourd and poured the wine inside in front of Xuan Xi's tombstone.

"Drink up, old Taoist. You could hardly enjoy this spirit wine while you were alive, but now that you're buried underground, you can drink to your heart's content."

After emptying all the wine from the gourd, Jiang Yuchuan did not put the gourd away, but instead leaned it against the tombstone.

Just as Jiang Yuchuan put down the gourd and stood up, he heard a series of hurried, light footsteps approaching from afar.

Jiang Yuchuan didn't want to be seen by others, so since the wine had already been delivered, he simply slipped away and left.

About fifteen minutes after Jiang Yuchuan disappeared, a handsome man dressed in a white Taoist robe appeared at the tomb.

Although the man looked to be only in his early twenties, his weathered eyes revealed his true age, making him appear much more mature than he looked.

The man walked up to Xuanxi's tombstone and immediately bent his knees, kneeling down with a thud.

"Grandmaster Xuanxi, Sheng'er has come to see you."

Before she could finish speaking, two streams of hot tears rolled down Hua Sheng's cheeks.

If he had known that Xuanxi was nearing the end of her life, he would never have gone down the mountain to carry out the mission recently, which resulted in him not even being able to see Xuanxi one last time.

During his more than twenty years at Baiyun Temple, apart from his master Lingzhan, the person who treated him the best was his grandmaster Xuanxi.

In his heart, he had long regarded Xuanxi as his grandfather.

Recalling when she was a child and had just been brought to Baiyun Temple by her master, she would often secretly run to the vegetable garden of her master Xuanxi on the back mountain to curl up and cry because she missed her brother.

At that time, he did not know who the owner of the vegetable garden was; he only knew that the owner was a kind and amiable old man with white hair and beard.

And so, as a child, I gradually became familiar with this kind old man.

Whenever she sneaked over at night because she missed her brother, this kind old man would bring out some homemade snacks or soup and keep her company, watching her eat while listening to her tell stories about her brother...

Just as Hua Sheng was weeping uncontrollably because of his longing for Xuan Xi, Jiang Yuchuan fell onto the ground where the wine had been spilled, and two thin, green vines sprouted from there.

Two vines grew against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they had grown large and climbed up Xuanxi's tombstone, surrounding it on both sides.

Kneeling before the tombstone, Hua Sheng stared blankly at everything happening before him, his mind momentarily blank due to overwhelming grief.

Under Hua Sheng's watchful gaze, the vines surrounding the tombstone quickly stopped growing, and among the lush green leaves, one after another, white flower buds the size of fingernails emerged.

As each flower bud opened and bloomed, Hua Sheng's nostrils twitched involuntarily.

Under the soothing fragrance, Hua Sheng's overwhelming sadness miraculously subsided.

Just then, Ling Zhan walked over.

"Master."

After seeing Ling Zhan, Hua Sheng wiped his eyes and stood up.

Ling Zhan glanced at Hua Sheng's red and swollen eyes, nodded, and without saying anything more, turned his gaze to Xuan Xi's tombstone.

Seeing this, Hua Sheng explained, "I don't know what happened either. These vines just sprouted from the ground on their own."

"I know this has nothing to do with you."

Ling Zhan walked to Xuan Xi's tombstone, squatted down, picked up a small handful of soil, and sniffed it carefully.

—The taste of alcohol.

His gaze then fell on the gourd that looked very familiar, which was leaning against the center of the tombstone.

He remembered that this gourd seemed to belong to his grandmaster Xuanxi, and it was later given to Mr. Jiang...

Ling Zhan didn't touch the gourd, nor did he clear the vines surrounding the tombstone. After standing up, he said to Hua Sheng beside him:

"Let's go back and tidy up. Come to the quiet room to see me. I have something to tell you."

"I understand, Master."

Hua Sheng nodded, glanced back at Xuan Xi's tombstone, and followed Ling Zhan away.

The tomb fell completely silent after the two figures disappeared.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the vines surrounding Xuanxi's tombstone swayed softly.

The tiny white flowers blooming on the vines shimmered softly in the golden light of the setting sun.