Immortal Travel of Longevity

Jian Shenghua didn't make things difficult for her, allowing her to follow him instead.

"Who are you?"

Jian Shenghua asked.

Aqing glanced at him and asked, "And who are you?"

Jian Shenghua sheathed his sword. "They call me the Ghost Sword Immortal."

Aqing had heard quite a few things in the Cultivation World.

She frowned slightly. "The Demon Gate's Ghost Sword Immortal? You're Jian Shenghua?"

Jian Shenghua looked mildly surprised. "You've actually heard of me."

"You're all hiding here?"

As it turned out, they had sought refuge in the Underworld.

Jian Shenghua paid her shock no mind. "What counts as hiding?"

Aqing paused, unwilling to press the matter.

Jian Shenghua threw his head back and laughed. "Only a stray dog without a home needs to hide. We merely changed locations to stand back up."

Aqing frowned slightly, filled with confusion.

Could the Lord of the Underworld actually tolerate people with such karma existing within the Underworld?

Just what kind of benefits had these demonic cultivators offered?

Jian Shenghua brought her to the front of Mengpo Hall. "Go on. I was merely entrusted by someone to lead the way for you."

Aqing was somewhat surprised to hear this.

But Jian Shenghua seemed unwilling to say more; he simply strode away.

Seeing this, Aqing didn't press the issue, assuming Zhao Yuqing had arranged this in advance.

She turned, her gaze falling upon the Mengpo Hall before her.

The grand hall stood before an eerie sea of flowers, and the faint murmur of flowing water drifted over from the distance.

The area was swarming with figures in a massive queue. People constantly emerged from the hall, eventually shuffling onto an incredibly crowded bridge that led to the other shore.

Aqing stared in a daze for a long moment before pulling her gaze back to the hall.

After a moment of thought, she bypassed the line and walked inside.

The moment she stepped into the hall, she heard a scolding voice.

"Who is it this time!"

"I've said it eight hundred times! Wait in line! Why are there always people breaking the rules?!"

"Tu Hu!! Beat her up!"

Tu Hu's expression shifted slightly at the command. He drew his blade, slashing at Aqing before she could even react.

Aqing dodged backward and, with a raise of her hand, summoned a Divine Ability.

A flurry of wind and snow danced forth, blocking Tu Hu's path.

Tu Hu's expression changed, his brow furrowing. "A living person!"

Hearing this, Meng Po also froze.

"A living person?"

She dropped her work and strode over.

Yu Xuan's gaze fell on Aqing, studying her for a moment.

Aqing cupped her hands. "I didn't mean to intrude. Please forgive me—I will go wait in line right now."

"Hold on, hold on."

Yu Xuan's interest was piqued; she reached out and grabbed her.

"How did you get in here?"

Aqing paused, not knowing how to explain.

Yu Xuan suddenly realized. "Oh, it's you! I remember now, she told me about it. Zhao Yuqing sent you, right?"

Aqing breathed a sigh of relief. "Exactly."

"Come, come."

Yu Xuan called out, pulling her forward.

"The soup I brewed is delicious. Come have a taste."

Ignoring her protests, the woman dragged her right up to a massive cauldron.

Aqing finally realized what was happening.

The person pulling her was the legendary Meng Po of the Underworld!

Then this soup...

Was the Meng Po Soup that could make one forget their past and present lives!

While Aqing was still dazed, Yu Xuan scooped a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of her.

Aqing blanked for a moment before saying, "I won't drink the soup."

Yu Xuan blinked. "You don't like it?"

Aqing shook her head. "I don't want to lose my memories."

"Is that so..."

Yu Xuan said, "Then you can leave."

These sudden words made Aqing freeze again.

She said, "I came here to find something."

Yu Xuan nodded. "I know. But if you don't drink this soup, you won't be able to cross the Bridge of Naihe. And if you can't cross, you won't find what you're looking for."

"But if I forget my past and present life, what use is finding what I want?"

Yu Xuan smiled. "So you understand."

Aqing looked at her, confused.

Yu Xuan set down the bowl. "The world has its rules. Life, death, and Reincarnation are no longer what they once were. To seek rebirth, one must first cross the Sand Sea and drink the Meng Po Soup; only then can they walk across the Bridge of Naihe."

Hearing this, Aqing asked, "Can't the Rebirth Scripture let one escape Reincarnation?"

Yu Xuan shook her head. "That is merely a method to keep you from losing your memories."

"Then the Meng Po Soup..."

"You must understand, it is not because of the soup that you lose your memories."

Aqing seemed to realize something at this moment.

This bowl of soup wasn't actually important. Even if a bowl of clear water were placed here, as long as it was drunk in this place, one would ultimately forget all their memories.

The effect did not lie in the soup, but in the rules of Reincarnation itself.

But Yu Xuan's words indirectly told her that the Rebirth Scripture was precisely the key to bypassing this step.

Yet, if she refused to drink the soup now, she wouldn't be able to proceed any further.

Aqing fell into silence.

Yu Xuan looked at her. "If you believe that fate will ultimately allow you to meet again, then drink this bowl of soup and step into Reincarnation!"

"If you are afraid, then turn back."

Yu Xuan calmly looked at the person before her, no longer displaying her earlier innocent demeanor.

Aqing raised her head, unable to make a decision.

She didn't dare to take such a gamble.

Yu Xuan looked at her. "Everything will return to emptiness. But you will possess the Rebirth Scripture, making you different from everyone else in the world. From then on, suspended between life and death, you won't need to drink this bowl of soup to cross the Bridge of Naihe and step into Reincarnation. This is no different from Changsheng!"

Letting everything start anew.

Now, all that was needed was a catalyst!

Aqing remained speechless for a long time, while Tu Hu, who had been listening from the sidelines, was utterly astonished.

'What kind of scripture is this, that it actually allows one to bypass the Meng Po Soup?!'

Tu Hu looked at Yu Xuan. At this moment, he felt that this Meng Po was hiding many secrets; everything about her had become impossibly difficult to comprehend.

Aqing looked at the bowl of soup, feeling a sense of dread.

But Yu Xuan's next words cut off her retreat.

"You only have this one chance. How you choose is up to you."

Yu Xuan said, "And you can't consider it for too long, either. In this Sand Sea, the living have no way to survive as departed souls do."

Aqing lowered her head, falling into a long silence.

She sighed softly, cupped her hands, and said, "Let me think about it carefully."

Yu Xuan nodded, and soon after, watched Aqing leave the area.

Her gaze followed her, and she murmured a single sentence.

"Nothing comes without a price."

Yu Xuan shook her head, though she also hoped Aqing would back down in the face of these difficulties.

In her view, the Rebirth Scripture—which she had authored with her own two hands—was not a good thing.

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