I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

The Lingxiao Sword Pavilion would handle the investigation into Yuchi Han’s death.

While Du Youqian and Fang Hua found it regrettable, they wouldn’t meddle in the affairs of others.

The Lingxiao Sword Pavilion soon announced they would be closing their gates to investigate for a traitor, and they were doing so with great fanfare.

That was just how Sword Cultivators were—utterly inept at schemes and trickery.

If it were up to Du Youqian, he had ninety-eight ways to find the traitor without alerting them.

But this bunch of Sword Madmen from the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion decided to do it out in the open.

’Who knew if their investigation would go smoothly.’

Du Youqian took Fang Hua south. Their Flying Boat didn’t stop to rest once, flying directly back to the Wu Kingdom.

For the time being, Fang Hua didn’t return to Soul-shaking Mountain to continue her Cultivation. Du Youqian had some matters that required her to stay by his side.

Du Youqian had been away from the Celestial Master’s Mansion for three years on this trip.

Of course, he had been gone for similar lengths of time before, so the servants in the mansion were neither surprised nor overly worried.

Still, seeing Du Youqian return to the mansion felt like a festival for everyone.

After all, without their master present, they all lacked a backbone. They couldn’t speak with confidence to outsiders, and even the gatekeepers saw a dip in their income.

After dinner, a maid from Du Youqian’s chambers came to report that the Commandery Princess sought an audience.

There was no longer any need for a qualifier; when one spoke of the Commandery Princess, it meant Du Sumin. She was one of a kind.

Du Youqian granted permission. Soon, Du Sumin, who had been waiting outside the door, straightened her dress, entered with elegant steps, and bowed deeply. "May the Celestial Master be blessed with boundless fortune!"

"You may rise," Du Youqian said faintly.

Du Sumin was only a year younger than his body in this life.

This year, she must be fifty-nine years old.

In the outside world, a woman of this age would be an old matron—stooped, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and nearing the end of her days.

However, Du Sumin was in remarkably good shape. She looked like a beautiful middle-aged woman in her thirties. Her figure was impeccably maintained, her skin was no worse than a woman in her twenties, and she exuded the alluring scent of ripe fruit.

This was partly due to her own meticulous care and partly, of course, the effect of the few Anti-Aging Pills Du Youqian had bestowed upon her.

Even her own sister, Du Suxin, who had always felt her life was a waste, sighed after seeing her condition, "For a woman to live as you have, though you haven’t enjoyed the nourishment of love or the harmony of a family, it has still been a worthy life."

Du Sumin had smiled and said at the time, "I have never regretted following the Celestial Master. Though I have no official title and have never received his favor, I cannot say my life has been a bad one. Do you know how many people would give anything to retain their youthful beauty at nearly sixty? My only regret is not having children of my own... But I have adopted a few children in the mansion, so I have experienced what it feels like to be a parent."

Now, before Du Youqian, Du Sumin was as cautious and humble as ever. "The Celestial Master has been away for years, and I have missed you and worried for you greatly. Seeing you return safely today, I am overcome with joy. I only wished to see your face with my own eyes. Please do not fault me for being presumptuous."

Fang Hua, hidden nearby, pouted at her words.

However, she also knew that if Du Youqian had restrained himself from picking this flower when she was at her most beautiful and moving, nothing was going to happen now.

Thus, she felt not a single shred of jealousy.

Du Youqian’s tone was as calm as ever. "It’s fine, I understand. Please, sit. Let’s talk."

"Thank you for allowing me to sit, Celestial Master." Du Sumin sat down gracefully, her eyes greedily taking in the sight of Du Youqian.

It was hard to say if what she felt for Du Youqian was love.

But her entire life had passed this way, always tied to him, with no opportunity to meet other men. Even if an opportunity arose, she would have proactively avoided any hint of impropriety.

Having lived her whole life like this, if she didn’t love Du Youqian, who else could she love?

A person needs a spiritual anchor.

Her spiritual anchor was Du Youqian.

It was love, and it was also worship.

It could only be him.

If not him, she wouldn’t want anyone else.

"Your Cultivation must have greatly advanced during your trip, Celestial Master. For some reason, I sense that you are troubled. Would you be willing to speak of it with me?" Du Sumin asked.

Du Youqian shook his head. "There are many things that cannot be revealed to outsiders yet."

Du Sumin smiled. "The Celestial Master has many Immortal Family methods. If there are things that cannot be revealed, perhaps you can tell me first, as speaking of one’s troubles can lighten the burden. Then you can simply erase my memory, and nothing will be leaked."

Du Youqian’s gaze sharpened. "Erasing memories is rarely precise. And more often than not, there are side effects. Are you not afraid?"

Du Sumin replied frankly, "I am not afraid. As long as I can help the Celestial Master, I am willing to do anything."

Du Youqian didn’t doubt her resolve.

He just couldn’t possibly do something like that.

"There’s no need," Du Youqian said flatly. "My heart is as firm as a rock; I won’t be swayed by such trivial matters. These slight troubles are not worth mentioning."

"I have been presumptuous," Du Sumin quickly bowed her head and apologized.

"It’s fine."

After some idle chatter, Du Sumin noticed Du Youqian seemed to be growing impatient and quickly took her leave.

After Du Sumin left, Fang Hua revealed herself and remarked coolly, "Look how you’ve strung that poor girl along. From a young girl to now, with one foot in the grave, you haven’t given her a single word of hope. What a pitiful child!"

Given her age, it was perfectly reasonable for her to call Du Sumin a child.

Du Youqian smacked his lips. "You’re starting to sound like Lin Sha again. When have you ever cared about these Mortals?"

Fang Hua smiled. "I don’t care about Mortals, but I care about people related to you."

"I made my stance clear from the very beginning. How have I strung her along?" Du Youqian offered this one sentence of defense and said no more.

Those who understood would understand. For those who didn’t, no amount of explanation would matter.

Fang Hua didn’t actually care, and she quickly put the matter of Du Sumin out of her mind. She sat down next to Du Youqian and asked, "Now that Master Luo Yan has fallen and Xiao Yuchi has also been murdered, it seems the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion won’t have a Cultivator reach Core Formation with the Celestial Dao Sword for at least a century. What will you do?"

"Take it one step at a time," Du Youqian said honestly. "I have no idea about this matter either."

Fang Hua pressed on, "What is your ultimate goal? Can you not even tell me?"

"Stop talking like Lin Sha," Du Youqian said with feigned anger.

Fang Hua smiled, the sharp Sword Intent in her eyes quietly receding. Her affectionate gaze reflected Du Youqian’s image. "I really want to know what your ultimate goal is. No matter what you want to do, I will stand with you, my Sword in hand."

"Now that’s more like you," Du Youqian laughed. "But I still can’t tell you. The walls have ears, and that mastermind behind the scenes is elusive. We both need to be careful. In any case, just follow me. It’s not like I’m going to push you into a pit of fire."

"No," Fang Hua stared at him and said seriously, "If by pushing me into a pit of fire, you could use my body as a stepping stone to go further, then I implore you to do so."

Du Youqian looked away, uncomfortable. "Are you foolish?"

"Someone has to be the one to keep moving forward. If the heavens only allow one person to continue on, I hope it’s you." Fang Hua’s gaze grew intense and adoring.

Du Youqian pulled Fang Hua into an embrace and was about to respond.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

A maid’s voice came from outside. "Celestial Master, a Daoist Nun who calls herself Master Wu Ai seeks an audience."

Du Youqian was surprised. "Why is she here?"

Fang Hua was annoyed. "Does she have any manners, disturbing people’s peace so late at night! Don’t see her!"

The Beautiful Daoist Wu Ai’s pleasant voice rang in their ears. "My apologies, I have come uninvited. I had previously arranged with you, Fellow Daoist, to come and stay in the Wu Kingdom for a time, but then that incident occurred... However, after burying Martial Uncle Wu Jiu, I rushed to the Wu Kingdom and have already been lingering here for half a year. Seeing you return today, Fellow Daoist, I couldn’t help but come and impose."

Fang Hua got off Du Youqian’s lap, her eyes once again filled with sharp Sword Intent. "You can talk to her. I don’t want to see her face. If I see her, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist striking her with my Sword."

"Then you should see her all the more," Du Youqian said calmly. "A Swordsman who cannot control when to draw their Sword and when to sheathe it has no need to continue wielding a Sword. If you really can’t stop yourself and strike her, I will advise you to stop practicing with the Sword and pick up something else."

"Hmph!" Though rebuked by Du Youqian, Fang Hua wasn’t angry, merely letting out a cold snort. "I just don’t want to see her."

With that, her figure vanished. She had used a Concealment technique and left through the back door.

"Fellow Daoist Wu Ai, please come in."

The moment Du Youqian’s voice fell, the Beautiful Daoist Nun floated inside.

The way she walked was not the type that swayed her hips for an alluring effect, nor was it heroic and dashing like Fang Hua’s.

And it certainly wasn’t timid.

Instead, it carried an air of being as light as a cloud and gentle as the wind, Carefree and at ease, with a fluttering immortal grace.

From her gait alone, one could tell that her state of mind and Cultivation were by no means poor.

Her heart was like a clear mirror, unstained by dust.

If she weren’t in a place like Momenan, a Land of the Dead Spirit, she would likely be considered a candidate for the Nascent Soul realm, with a boundless future.

The more a woman was like this—as elegant as an immortal, always tranquil and composed—the more it made one want to shatter that state of mind, to see what she would look like if she fell from the mortal coil, lost her immortal air, and became tainted by the worldly greed, anger, and ignorance.

It was the same kind of impulse that drove one to tempt a virtuous woman into vice.

Of course, Du Youqian harbored no such wicked tastes.

"Welcome, Fellow Daoist. Please make yourself at home."

The Beautiful Daoist Nun said apologetically, "Did I come at an inopportune time? It seems I’ve upset Master Fang Hua, which makes me feel quite uneasy."

Du Youqian said calmly, "It’s fine. You’ve done nothing wrong. If she can’t get over it, that’s her problem. Besides, you shouldn’t underestimate her. She isn’t always like some helpless little woman. She is a valiant and heroic Female Sword Immortal. Though her mental state is a little unbalanced at the moment, she is capable of adjusting on her own very quickly."

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from far away, yet it seemed to carry a hint of pleasure.

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