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

"We haven't been back for hundreds of years. It seems that we really have to go to the Netherworld Valley in Donglingnan Province in person."

Ye Qian'an nodded.

Leng Qianning also spoke up at this moment: "Let's go back too. Donglingnan Province is our home after all. Now that we are back, let's go and see how Qingxuan Sect is doing now."

Ye Qian'an looked at his master Leng Qianning in front of him, thought about it, and did not refuse. Instead, he agreed. Before figuring out the exact location, Ye Qian'an did not think of taking any rash action.

After all, Emperor Xuan had said at the beginning that if you don’t have the strength of a saint, you must never step into the cave, otherwise you will surely die.

"Well, let's set off immediately without delay. With our strength, we can reach Donglingnan Province in an instant."

Ye Tianxuan stood up, took a sip of wine, glanced at his son Ye Qian'an, and then swung out a sword without hesitation. The seemingly ordinary sword tore the void in front of him directly.

This is the channel connecting to the Qingxuan Sect. As long as you enter it, you can be directly teleported to the location of the Qingxuan Sect.

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The ancient wild land, Qingxuan Sect.

On top of the straight and towering cliffs, a classical sect is built against the mountain, magnificent and spectacular.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sect's buildings are arranged in an orderly manner, with red walls and golden tiles, as if isolated from the world, giving people a mysterious and noble atmosphere.

The bright moonlight is poetic and picturesque, shining across the mountains and rivers, quiet and deep, intoxicating.

The sect's lower courtyard did not look impressive from the outside. Most of the plaster on the walls had cracked, revealing the weathered blue bricks inside, and the tiles on the roof were covered with a thick layer of moss.

Looking at the sect's lower courtyard in front of him, Ye Qian'an sighed deeply, thinking back to what happened that year, feeling as if he were in another world.

In order to become the direct disciple of the headmaster Dan Yangzi, Zhou Tong chose to use his innocence to slander himself. Now that I think about it, he really went through a lot when he was young.

Time flies, but I can no longer see my fellow Taoist friends from the past.

Leng Qianning came over, gently put her arm around Ye Qian'an's shoulders, and said softly, "Everything is over."

Ye Qian'an retracted his gaze, kissed Leng Qianning's forehead gently, and said with a bright smile: "Yes, everything is in the past. If Junior Sister Zhou Tong hadn't slandered me back then, perhaps I really wouldn't have been able to become Master's disciple, let alone meet Xue Zhu, Uncle Dijun Wan, and the disciples of Qingxuan Sect."

Lin Xuezhu pursed her lips. She wanted to hug her uncle, but when she thought of her identity and her great-uncle Leng Qianning, she could only keep this longing in her heart.

Fairy Liyue's eyes turned red. Looking at the life in the lower courtyard, she seemed to see her son being tortured here, and tears could not stop falling.

"My son, you have suffered a lot over the years." Fairy Liyue hugged Ye Qian'an's head tightly and said with a choked voice.

Ye Qian'an gently wiped the tears from his mother's cheeks and said softly: "Mom, that was all in the past. Your son has grown up and is no longer the crybaby Ye Qian'an of the past."

Fairy Liyue always felt that she owed her son. If Ye Qian'an had not been sent to East Lingnan Province, he would definitely have had his own childhood.

"Okay mother, I will take you to Qingjing Peak where I practiced before."

Soon, Ye Qian'an brought everyone to Qingxuan Sect's Qingjing Peak. This is a mountain that towers into the clouds, majestic and magnificent. The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, as if you are in a fairyland.

The hillside is covered with dense and lush trees, forming a sharp contrast with the majestic momentum of the mountain peak. At the foot of the mountain, the river is turbulent and rushing, with waves of white waves.

Clear springs flow among the green trees, interpreting the endless charm of nature.

The highest point is Qingjing Peak, and there are several huge iron chains interspersed in the mountains on both sides of Qingjing Peak. The iron chains span the entire Qingjing Peak, as if if you want to enter here, you need to walk in.

Similarly, this place is a restricted airspace. No matter how strong your spiritual power is, as long as you are not as strong as your great-grandmaster uncle Leng Qianning, you will be subject to the restrictions here.

But that is all in the past. Now they can appear here in an instant and will not be affected by the restrictions here.

Standing on the top of Qingjing Peak, Ye Qian'an closed his eyes, and past memories came flooding back. Those days and nights of hard training on the peak, the joy of every breakthrough in spiritual power, and the tenacity of every fall and rise, were all played in his mind like a movie.

"Back then, it was on this Qingjing Peak that I spent countless days and nights comprehending the way of the sword and pursuing the true meaning of power."

Ye Qian'an spoke slowly, with a hint of emotion in his voice, "At that time, I only wanted to become stronger, to gain a foothold in this world, and not be bullied at will."

Leng Qianning walked up to his side and gently held his hand, "An'er, you did it, and you did it beyond everyone's imagination. Your current achievements are the glory you deserve." Her eyes were full of pride and satisfaction.

Lin Xuezhu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery around her, feeling mixed emotions.

She recalled Ye Qian'an's care and guidance when she first entered Qingxuan Sect. Those warm moments were like the spring sun, dispelling the haze in her heart.

"Uncle-master, if it weren't for your help back then, I would have been lost in the complicated struggles of this sect." Lin Xuezhu's voice was filled with a hint of gratitude and respect.

Fairy Liyue looked around, tears still in her eyes. "I didn't expect this to be the place where my son practiced. Although it is beautiful here, he must have suffered a lot back then."

He looked at Ye Qian'an with heartache, as if he wanted to make up for all the companionship he had missed over the years.

Ye Qian'an looked at everyone with a smile, and said with a faint smile: "The sufferings of the past have all turned into strength today. Now that we are back, we should restore the Qingxuan Sect to its former glory."

Ye Qian'an's eyes revealed a firm determination, "This is not only for me, but also for everyone who has struggled here."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Ye Qian'an felt a familiar and faint breath coming from the foot of the peak.

He frowned slightly, and his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. When everyone reacted, Ye Qian'an had returned to the top of the mountain with a young disciple.

When the disciple saw Leng Qianning and the others, he trembled with fear and knelt on the ground with a plop. "I didn't know that you seniors had returned. I am sorry for offending you. I hope you will forgive me!"

Ye Qian'an gently helped him up and recognized his identity: "It's you... Senior Brother Fan Tao?"

Fan Tao was not unfamiliar to Ye Qian'an. When he was running for the position of the sect leader, Ye Qian'an was facing his senior brother Fan Tao who was crying at the grave.

(End of this chapter)