Immortal Travel of Longevity

After studying it a few times, He Qing tried raising her own sword. Following the method she had gleaned, she executed a strike.

The result, however, was less than ideal.

But Chen Changsheng could tell that He Qing had indeed grasped something.

Her comprehension was simply a bit lacking; practicing more might bridge the gap.

"Like this?"

"Close enough."

Chen Changsheng said, "Just practice it more."

Because of this sword strike, He Qing came down the mountain more frequently. Mostly, she arrived every morning to drink a bowl of porridge before practicing.

This strike was truly difficult to learn!

He Qing said, "I owe you too much. I don't even know how to repay it all."

Chen Changsheng replied, "I am the one repaying you."

"Sigh..."

He Qing didn't know how to explain it to him.

Sitting in the Wine Tavern, she said, "Living like this isn't good for you. Wouldn't it be better to just let the past go?"

"What?"

"Nothing. I just feel like you're always living in the past."

Chen Changsheng froze for a moment at those words. "People like me can only live in the past," he said. "Living in the present isn't a choice I get to make."

"I don't really understand."

"You don't need to."

Chen Changsheng said, "If you want wine or porridge, or if you run into trouble, just come here. I will probably always be here."

"Always?"

"Mhm."

"But aren't you frequently away?"

Chen Changsheng just smiled, offering no explanation.

He wasn't lying. He really was always here; he had never gone anywhere else.

Over the span of a Huaixu, He Qing finally grasped the basics of One Sword, Cold Mountain Snow. It would still be quite a while before she truly mastered it.

When autumn arrived, Chen Changsheng vanished from the Wine Tavern once again.

No one ever knew where he went.

He Qing was left to practice the sword alone. Fueled by the Peach Blossom Brew, she would sometimes train for an entire day straight.

When winter arrived, Zhao Yuqing came.

Just like last year, he arrived bearing Spirit Rice.

"What did Chen Changsheng say?"

This was the first thing Zhao Yuqing asked upon seeing her.

He Qing paused. "He said it was pretty good," she replied.

Zhao Yuqing glanced at her in surprise. "Really?"

He Qing opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Yuqing said bluntly, "What kind of nice words could possibly come out of his mouth? He definitely wouldn't say it tastes awful, nor would he say it tastes good. He'd just say it was average. That's the most infuriating kind of response, isn't it?"

He Qing was stunned. She hadn't expected Zhao Yuqing to guess so accurately.

Seeing her expression, Zhao Yuqing immediately understood.

"That guy surnamed Chen really did say it was average!"

He Qing pursed her lips and hurriedly stepped back. "I wasn't the one who said it. Senior Zhao, please don't take your anger out on me."

Zhao Yuqing chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down her spine.

"I won't sink so low as to bicker with a little girl like you."

He turned back and asked, "Where is the rest of the Spirit Rice?"

"I finished it," He Qing said.

"He called it average, yet he ate it all?"

"Heh..."

Zhao Yuqing scoffed coldly. This time, he didn't put the sack of Spirit Rice down; he simply turned and left with it in hand.

"I'd rather feed it to dogs than let you eat it, Chen Changsheng."

After Zhao Yuqing was gone, He Qing finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"How terrifying..."

She patted her chest and took a few deep breaths.

Recalling when he had asked about the leftover Spirit Rice, she felt a wave of embarrassment.

Because she was the one who had eaten almost all of it.

"He Qing, oh He Qing, this is what you get for being a glutton."

She was secretly annoyed with herself. Now she didn't know how she was going to explain this to Chen Changsheng.

Wouldn't this damage the relationship between Chen Changsheng and Zhao Yuqing?

Sigh...

He Qing was deeply troubled.

...

In the blink of an eye, spring arrived, and they entered Huaixu.

The time for the Xuanmen Grand Tournament had arrived once again.

He Qing once again represented the Yunai Immortal Mountain region in the grand tournament.

This time, she gave it her all. After ten years of tempering, she was no longer the little cultivator who had suffered that crushing defeat at the Bright Moon Pool.

She cleared every obstacle in her path, meeting no equal.

However, many people spotted her flaw.

Namely, her attainment in Divine Abilities and Daoist arts was simply too low.

But this couldn't really be blamed on her. Qingyu Mountain's foundation was truly lacking. The techniques available for her to learn were incredibly sparse, lagging far behind the major Immortal Sects.

This held true right up to the end, when she encountered a cultivator from Lingyue Immortal Mountain.

Renowned throughout the world for its Divine Abilities, Lingyue Immortal Mountain completely suppressed He Qing in this aspect.

Yet unexpectedly, a single sword strike from He Qing shattered all of those Divine Abilities and Daoist methods, leaving her blade resting directly against the Lingyue Immortal Mountain cultivator's neck.

"This sword strike..."

The spectators cried out in shock. Even the many Immortal Sect elders on the distant mountain experienced a change in expression.

"To think there is such a sword technique?"

Yun Li was stunned by the sight, though he felt this sword strike was exceptionally familiar.

He had seen it!!

This sword strike—he had only ever seen it used by Mister Chen!

Yet after unleashing this strike, He Qing fainted completely. In this match, she had both won and lost.

When the final rankings were released, He Qing had single-handedly propelled her Immortal Sect into the top three.

This time, everyone remembered Cloud Mist Immortal Mountain, and they remembered this female cultivator.

Yun Li was somewhat astonished. He hadn't expected He Qing to be capable of learning Mister Chen's sword technique. Recalling the past, Mister Chen's methods were always jaw-dropping—feats ordinary cultivators could hardly dream of achieving.

Yet He Qing had actually learned it.

"Once again, we have relied on Mister..."

Yun Li sighed softly, his mind made up.

This person, He Qing, was absolutely of the utmost importance.

She could not be allowed to suffer the slightest mishap.

...

After returning to Qingyu Mountain, He Qing recuperated for nearly half a month.

The first thing she did upon recovering was go drink wine.

She even left some extra wine money to show her gratitude.

Unexpectedly, she ran right into Zhao Yuqing while descending the mountain to buy it.

"Why are you here again?"

Zhao Yuqing remarked.

He Qing paused. "Isn't this a coincidence? Heh..." she said with a hint of trepidation.

She hadn't wanted to run into Zhao Yuqing either.

Zhao Yuqing walked into the room and set down the sack of Spirit Rice.

He Qing was a bit confused.

Last time, didn't he say he'd rather feed it to dogs than let Chen Changsheng eat it?

How strange.

Zhao Yuqing said, "I heard about the Xuanmen Grand Tournament. You do have some skill. But I heard you made a name for yourself with a single sword strike. What was that about?"

"Senior Chen taught me," He Qing replied.

"He taught you?"

Zhao Yuqing snorted coldly. "A half-baked cultivator like him, what does he know about swords?"

"You can't say that. Senior Chen is very formidable." He Qing was a bit displeased.

"It was just a grand tournament, and you couldn't even take the title of Chief. What's so formidable about that?"

Zhao Yuqing continued, "If I, Zhao Yuqing, were teaching you, those Xuanmen cultivators would be nothing more than clay roosters and tile dogs."

"Senior Zhao, that's only true for you."

"You don't believe me?"

"No, I just..."

"No matter. From now on, I will teach you. Wait until the next grand tournament, and you'll see for yourself who is truly more formidable—me or Chen Changsheng."

"No need, no need, I..."

"You must learn!"

"..."

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