Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Jiang Xichen looked at Brother Ye in front of her, her eyes instantly turned red, and she bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth. If it weren't for Brother Ye's help back then, she would probably have died by now.

Ye Qian'an rubbed Jiang Xichen's head, then smiled gently and said, "Today is Chen'er's birthday, uncle will accompany you."

"Uncle Ye..."

………………

This year's birthday filled Jiang Chen's heart with gratitude. He had originally blamed himself for not coming back that year, which led to Uncle Ye's departure from this world. Now that Uncle Ye has come back again, he couldn't believe it as if he was dreaming.

But Uncle Ye just stood in front of him, making Ye Chen understand that this was not a dream, Uncle Ye was really back.

Ye Qian'an decided to stay here to accompany Jiang Chen for the rest of his life. According to the lifespan of mortals, Jiang Chen would have already died at this moment. If he had not used Jiang Xichen to hold on to his last breath, he would have probably left this world many years ago.

Time flies, and half a year goes by in a flash.

Finally, the most painful day arrived.

Jiang Chen could no longer support his body and fell heavily to the ground. When he was found, his breath was already weak, as if he could die at any time.

Ye Qian'an looked at Jiang Chen in his arms, as if he saw him lying in his arms as a child, expressing his longing for a bright future. His heart was deeply hurt.

The tearing pain made Ye Qian'an clench his fists. His mind seemed to reflect the time when he came to Hua Wuguo Country to comprehend the artistic conception. He had experienced countless lives and deaths, and seen countless people disappear from this world due to the end of their lifespans.

Jiang Chen looked at Ye Qian'an very weakly. At this moment, he did not feel any pain because of his impending death. Instead, he laughed out loud as if relieved: "Haha, in the past, I had imagined that Uncle Ye could enjoy his old age under my care, but I didn't expect that he would leave this world in this way in the end..."

"I regretted not coming back earlier. If I had come back earlier, Uncle Ye would not have left this world so early... I regret it... and I have been in pain all my life.

It wasn’t until Uncle Ye came back that the knot in my heart was finally untied, and I was able to go see my parents and Xiuxiu with a sense of relief.”

Ye Qian'an's eyes were red. He gently brushed away the messy hair on Jiang Chen's forehead, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Chen'er, don't blame yourself anymore. Life and death are determined by fate. You have done very well along the way."

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, his breath becoming weaker and weaker: "Uncle Ye, I am grateful to have you accompany me in this life. Although it is a pity, it is enough. I only hope that I can meet you again in the next life..."

"Uncle Ye... I saw Xiuxiu... Xiuxiu came to pick me up, and I can finally... go to see her with peace of mind..." After he finished speaking, Jiang Chen's right hand slid heavily to his side, and he slowly closed his eyes with a peaceful expression.

Ye Qian'an hugged Jiang Chen's gradually cooling body tightly, and tears finally burst out. He looked up at the sky, feeling mixed emotions.

In this world, he has seen too many separations and deaths, but Jiang Chen's departure made him feel an unprecedented loneliness.

Ye Qian'an knew that from now on there was one less thing he cared about in this world, and he would carry this memory with him and continue to walk alone and make his own decisions throughout the long years.

The Jiang family disciples knelt on the ground in pain, and the ancestor Gongrong left...

Even Jiang Xichen silently shed tears. From now on, she really had no relatives.

Her parents passed away, and even her brother left this world, leaving her alone, just like when she left home, she was alone.

Now experiencing life and death again, Ye Qian'an's heart felt like it was stabbing, causing his breathing to become rapid. At this moment, Ye Qian'an raised his head and smiled bitterly as if he had suddenly realized something: "I finally understand... The artistic conception in my heart is not life and death, but reunion."

Ye Qian'an tightly grasped Jiang Chen's old hands, and finally understood that what he came here to experience was not the so-called realm of life and death, but the realm of reunion with his family.

Over the years, he and his master and fellow disciples had been separated for most of the time. Every time they were practicing or on the way to practice, he almost forgot how many years it had been since he last saw his master.

Ye Qian'an stood up slowly, looking much older. He walked outside trembling slightly. Listening to the crying in the room, he couldn't help but shed tears silently.

"So this is the artistic conception... Is this the artistic conception that only the Golden Immortal can master?"

"The five elements of heaven and earth, wind, rain, thunder and lightning can all be used as artistic conceptions. Arrogance, sadness, death, and time are also artistic conceptions. However, there has never been a cultivator in the world who has the ability to break through artistic conceptions through love."

Ye Qian'an stood in the courtyard for a long time. The wind blew through his clothes, but it could not blow away the melancholy in his heart.

Ye Qian'an knew very well that the price of realizing this state of reunion was too heavy.

Jiang Chen’s departure was like a deep ravine across his heart. Whenever he thought of it, the pain surged like a tide.

Ye Qian'an slowly raised his hand, and there seemed to be a faint light flickering in his palm. He was trying to use his spiritual power to recall the past times he had spent with Jiang Chen. However, the past was like flowing water, gone and could not be retrieved.

"Chen'er, I will remember the meaning of this reunion. Although you have gone far away, this scene will become my thought for moving forward." Ye Qian'an murmured to himself.

At this time, auspicious clouds floated in the distant sky, which was a call from his master.

Ye Qian'an looked back at the Jiang family's house immersed in grief, his eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance. He knew that he had to embark on a journey home and bring this experience and this profound understanding back to his master.

After bidding farewell to Jiang Xichen, Ye Qian'an once again set out on the journey back to Yulong Kingdom. This time, he did not fly in the air, nor did he tear the void, but walked on foot. In the process of walking, he comprehended the reunion mood of all living beings in the world.

On the way back, Ye Qian'an's mood was completely different.

Ye Qian'an was no longer obsessed with improving his cultivation level, but began to think about how to find more time to reunite with his family, friends, and fellow disciples on this long road of cultivating immortals.

Whenever he came across mountains, rivers, he would stop and gaze, as if he could see Jiang Chen's figure in them, and the brief but precious moments they had spent together.

Every moment would touch his heart, as if he were there, and his heart would be filled like never before.

Ye Qi'an's mind was in turmoil. He looked at the green mountains and clear waters in the distance, with a hint of longing in his eyes: "After so many years, Qingxuan Sect, I am finally back."

For Ye Qian'an, he had not been back for nearly a thousand years. During his time in the Immortal Palace, he was the only one practicing, which even made his personality become withdrawn.

(End of this chapter)