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In the midst of the mountains and forests, two young figures stood quietly. One was dressed in a white gown, exuding an air of unparalleled nobility, yet within that nobility lay a coldness that kept others at bay. The other was a man in black, holding a sword crossed over his chest, his eyes filled with a dense aura of Death Qi.
If Sun Zhe were here, he would immediately recognize the two, for they were both elite disciples of the Inner Sect of Xuan Lei Sect from Xuan Yuan County, with whom he had interacted several times—Zhuang Ruoxuan and Yan Ji.
Looking around, it was clear that they were no longer within the territory of Xuan Yuan County, nor even in the realm of Xuan Prefecture. It was uncertain why they had come to this place.
"This is not far from there. Are you really sure about your decision?"
A detached voice came from Yan Ji, devoid of any emotion, as if merely executing a task. True to his nature, he remained shrouded in Death Qi, never uttering unnecessary words.
Standing on the path between the mountains and forests, gazing at the endless High Mountain Forest Sea in the distance, Zhuang Ruoxuan's proud eyes flickered with a hint of hesitation for the first time. A glimmer sparkled in her eyes as countless complex emotions unfolded in her mind.
With a gentle sigh, the uncertainty in her eyes was ultimately replaced by determination, seemingly recalling her former self—the incredibly proud young woman.
"Lead the way. Some things are unavoidable; I can't hide from him forever. I was too naive back then."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Ji said nothing more. He was not one to offer advice and simply walked ahead, with Zhuang Ruoxuan following closely behind. Their speed was swift, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished into the forest, leaving only their lingering echoes softly resonating for a long time.
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Several hours later, two unexpected guests arrived before a towering peak hundreds of feet high—a man and a woman—Yan Ji and Zhuang Ruoxuan. Both possessed considerable cultivation and showed no signs of fatigue despite their long journey. Instead, their expressions bore a unique glimmer as they looked at the scene before them.
"Is this it?" Zhuang Ruoxuan asked, raising her eyes to the unremarkable mountain peak, doubt flashing in her gaze. She couldn't believe that person would reside in such a place.
"He treated me this way back then; if he wanted to find you, he would bring you here," Yan Ji explained calmly without changing his tone.
Just as Zhuang Ruoxuan was about to respond, the mountain peak ahead suddenly shook. Countless brilliant lights illuminated the space around them; it felt as if the entire area had been affected. Waves of transparent light surged from above downwards, and amidst these waves, the scene before them abruptly transformed into a majestic peak towering over a thousand feet high appeared before them.
But this was not the end. A continuous series of loud noises erupted, and the entire ground began to shake violently, causing both of them to tremble. A gigantic stone sword slowly rose from the ground, and under the gaze of Yan Ji, its speed increased rapidly until it shot directly to the front of the mountain peak, forming a passageway from the foot of the mountain to its summit, which could also be called a Sword Path.
"So it's a Concealment Formation."
Looking at the sudden scene that unfolded before them, there was not a trace of shock in Yan Ji's eyes, as if such a grand sight was something she had long been accustomed to. Her tone was extremely calm, as if it were merely an insignificant matter.
"This place is more like where he would live."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Ruoxuan lightly stepped forward, transforming into a wisp of green smoke as she walked onto the Sword Path. A distance of a thousand zhang was not too far for the two of them; in just a short while, they crossed the Sword Path and arrived at the peak of the mountain, where a massive Cave came into view.
"You finally returned..."
A faint voice came from within the Cave. Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhuang Ruoxuan involuntarily shivered slightly, and two clear tears welled up in her eyes, tracing down her delicate face and slowly dripping down. In front of outsiders, she was a delicate girl, but in front of this person, she was merely an immature girl.
The Cave inside was vast, resembling a grand palace but lacking the resplendent decorations typical of such places. Looking around, there was only a table and a stool along with a stone bed—extremely simple. Zhuang Ruoxuan slowly walked in from outside while Yan Ji remained outside because his task was to bring Zhuang Ruoxuan here.
On the stone bed sat a middle-aged man dressed in an Azure Robe, quietly meditating. He had a square face with thick eyebrows and slightly closed eyes; his hair showed signs of graying. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him, yet his casual posture gave off an incredibly natural feeling.
His slightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing dark pupils that seemed to contain the depth of stars. He looked calmly at Zhuang Ruoxuan as she entered, and a hint of tenderness flashed through his tranquil gaze as he softly spoke,
"Are you still blaming me?"
Gently biting her lip and shaking her head slightly, Zhuang Ruoxuan's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.
"I have three requests for my return. If you do not agree, I will leave immediately." After hesitating for a moment, Zhuang Ruoxuan finally stated her purpose for coming back.
"Go ahead." The middle-aged man paused briefly before speaking calmly.
"The first request, I want to cultivate the Shamen Technique."
As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man's gaze slightly tightened. Under this gaze, the entire space seemed to become constricted, an invisible pressure binding Zhuang Ruoxuan, rendering her unable to move even a fraction. Yet she did not avert her eyes, steadfastly staring at the middle-aged man.
"You are indeed as stubborn as your mother. Since you have requested it yourself, I will agree, but just be sure you do not regret it later." With a slight sigh, as if recalling something, a hint of guilt flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. As he shifted his gaze away, the binding force in the space instantly dissipated, and the pressure on Zhuang Ruoxuan vanished in an instant.
"Is your second request to inherit your mother's position as the Saintess? If so, let's move directly to the third request... The Shamen Technique can only be cultivated by a Saintess; this rule cannot be changed." Although the middle-aged man's words were calm, Zhuang Ruoxuan could detect a trace of exhaustion within them.
"My third request is that I hope you will save someone."
At this point, an aloof figure unconsciously surged in Zhuang Ruoxuan's mind.
"I owe you twice: the first time at the Three Sect Competition when you fought on my behalf, and the second time when you killed Zhou Hanbin and his two companions for me. I will repay these two favors one by one..."
The words spoken back then might have slipped Sun Zhe's memory, but Zhuang Ruoxuan had firmly etched them in her heart.
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