Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

The afterglow of the setting sun, like a soft, silken golden veil, gently spilled over every corner of the sect, as if draping this world in a dreamlike cloak. Jun Luochuan stood alone in the ancient pavilion atop the mountain. A gentle breeze, like a tender messenger, lightly brushed against the hem of his robe, bringing a refreshing coolness, like cool spring water flowing through his heart.

He gazed at the distant, undulating mountain range, which resembled a giant, winding dragon. His thoughts were like countless willow catkins fluttering in the air. The upcoming final was like a vast, unfathomable unknown fog, filling him with both anticipation and unease, like a warrior about to embark on a campaign, eager to try his luck, and a traveler groping his way forward in the dark.

During this time, the atmosphere within the sect was exceptionally tranquil, like a clear, still lake. The disciples' daily cultivation continued in an orderly manner, yet each person's eyes shone like stars, revealing their keen interest in the finals.

Looking back on his long journey, Jun Luochuan saw it as a path full of thorns and obstacles. From an unknown disciple, like a roadside weed, to now standing tall and proud before the finals, every step was soaked with hard work and fearless challenges, and every footprint was like a stirring battle song.

"This time, I must win, I must make everyone look at me with admiration!" He made a firm vow to himself in his heart, his voice like the booming of war drums, his fists clenched tightly involuntarily, as if holding onto the belief of certain victory.

Like a light butterfly, Su Yao silently approached Jun Luochuan from behind and gently patted his strong shoulder.

"What are you thinking about so intently?" Su Yao blinked her large, sparkling eyes, which were like black gemstones, and asked with great curiosity. Her voice was as clear and melodious as a nightingale singing in a valley.

Jun Luochuan was startled by the sudden slap and hurriedly turned around. When he saw that it was Su Yao, a helpless yet doting smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Isn't it because I'm thinking about that headache-inducing final?"

Su Yao chuckled, her smile as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring. "Don't be too nervous. In my heart, you are an invincible hero. You'll definitely be fine."

Jun Luochuan sighed softly, his sigh like the falling leaves of late autumn, carrying a trace of worry. "This opponent is no ordinary opponent, but rather like an insurmountable mountain. I must not be careless in the slightest."

The two stood side by side in the pavilion, gazing at the magnificent sunset on the horizon, both falling into a profound silence.

Just then, a small, delicate bird fluttered its wings and landed on the pavilion's railing, chirping merrily. Its voice seemed to be cheering on Jun Luochuan, or perhaps it was a prophecy of victory.

Su Yao broke the silence first, "No matter what the final outcome is, I will always support you like a shadow."

A warm feeling welled up in Jun Luochuan's heart, like a bonfire in winter, warming his body and soul. "Thank you, Su Yao."

Night fell, and the moonlight, like flowing water, streamed through the window, cascading onto the floor like a silver waterfall, creating dreamlike, shimmering patches of silver light. Jun Luochuan lay in bed, tossing and turning like a cat on a hot tin roof, unable to fall asleep.

Scenes of intense battles kept flashing through his mind, like scenes from a spectacular movie, along with all sorts of complex situations that might arise. He pondered strategies to deal with them, each thought shining like a brilliant star in the darkness.

"Only by making thorough and flawless preparations can we take the initiative in the brutal battlefield of the finals and win the dawn of victory," Jun Luochuan thought, his determination as firm as steel.

The next morning, warm sunlight filtered through the leaves, forming beams of light like golden spears. Jun Luochuan rose early, like a diligent bird, and began a new day of hopeful cultivation...

End of this chapter