Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Wan Jian Sect, Cloud Sword Peak.

A little girl sat cross-legged on a rock.

In front of the little girl, a crystal-clear long sword floated.

The sword was three feet long, with tassel-like water patterns engraved on it.

The whole sword looked very simple, but within that simplicity, it gave people a different kind of beauty.

The little girl was named Xu Xuenuo.

The long sword was called Qingming.

"Crystal clear like clear water, tassel-like patterns like ancient inscriptions."

Many people in Wan Jian Sect thought that the name "Qingming" meant these two things, and it did indeed fit the artistic conception of this sword.

But in reality, the name "Qingming" was simply taken from two names.

The Qingming sword emitted a soft white light from its blade.

However, centered on the Qingming sword, within twenty meters, there was a sharp sword aura that was completely opposite to the white light.

The Qingming sword's blade gradually shed crystal-clear snow, and the edge of the sword became sharper, like a cultivator undergoing body tempering, expelling all impurities from the body.

This was sword quenching.

Every sword cultivator needed to quench their natal flying sword.

Most sword cultivators' natal flying swords were external, and after refining the sword, they merged it with their own divine soul. The process of quenching in this way mainly focused on increasing the connection between themselves and their natal flying sword.

However, Xu Xuenuo, with her innate sword bone, was a sword cultivator who transformed her own sword bone into a sword. Because the long sword was originally a part of herself, she did not need to strengthen the connection with the flying sword. The most important thing was to quench the long sword itself, just like sharpening a sword.

Suddenly, the long sword let out a trembling sound, and the sword aura scattered.

Xu Xuenuo slowly opened her eyes.

In the sky, a cyan-blue list appeared with a string of words—

[Qin Qingwan, from the Wu Kingdom, direct disciple of the Grand Elder of Tianxuan Sect, eight years old, entered the sixth realm of Qi Refiner—Observing the Sea Realm, Qingyun Ranking—Ninth.]

Looking at the words on the Qingyun Ranking, Xu Xuenuo was first stunned, and then the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

Xu Xuenuo had long guessed that when Qingwan stepped onto the path of cultivation, she would definitely not be worse than herself.

"Xuenuo, you are too distracted."

Just as Xu Xuenuo was happy for her best friend, the voice of the Wan Jian Sect Master came from the sky.

"Yes, Master."

Xu Xuenuo closed her eyes and continued to quench her natal flying sword.

Before she completely quenched the Qingming sword, she could not leave this mountain peak, or even have any contact with the outside world, lest she be contaminated with too much karma and dull the sword's edge.

"Master."

As if thinking of something, Xu Xuenuo opened her eyes again.

"Mm."

The voice from the clouds sounded far away, but it felt so close.

"Xuenuo wants to ask Master something."

Xu Xuenuo raised her head and looked at the sky.

Jiang Luoyu: "Speak."

Xu Xuenuo: "In this world, can only those with innate spiritual veins cultivate?"

Jiang Luoyu replied: "Not so. The so-called spiritual veins are actually a channel to introduce the world's spiritual power into the body. Some people do not have spiritual veins, and they do not have a channel to connect with the world, so naturally they cannot cultivate.

However, innate spiritual veins can be established with natural treasures.

It's just that the establishment of this acquired spiritual vein is costly, and the acquired spiritual vein will never be better than the innate spiritual vein. In the end, it is difficult to achieve great things, and even impossible to enter the Cave Mansion Realm."

Xu Xuenuo lowered her head, with a hint of loss in her eyes.

Jiang Luoyu looked at her disciple's appearance and naturally knew what she was thinking.

At that time, in Mingxin Sword Peak, Jiang Luoyu saw all of Xu Xuenuo's illusions and knew the little boy named Xu Ming.

Even Xuenuo's breakthrough was because of that boy.

"Xuenuo, even if you help him establish acquired spiritual veins, it will be useless. He will never be able to enter the Cave Mansion Realm.

His life is but a spring and summer to you.

You and him will eventually be separated like immortals."

West of Tianxuan Sect, there were two mountains, two mountains very close, the mountain in the middle, formed a line of sky gap.

Passing through the line of sky, is a sea of flowers.

The sea of flowers is surrounded by two mountains, like a paradise.

In the sea of flowers, stood an eight-year-old girl.

After two years, the little girl's chubby chin had already begun to slightly point, developing towards the direction of a girl.

Her skin was even more snow-white, but this delicate whiteness did not give people any sense of disobedience, as if it was the most beautiful skin in the world, perfect to the point of having no flaws.

Compared to the six-year-old's childishness, the little girl already had a detached temperament.

Her pair of peach blossom eyes seemed that as long as they flickered slightly, they could stir the ripples of the world.

Anyone who had seen the girl would not doubt that the girl would enter the Beauty Ranking in the future.

They were just thinking, what would be the ranking of the girl in the Beauty Ranking after she grew up.

Should the woman who had occupied the first place in the Beauty Ranking for five hundred years give way?

The girl squatted down and carefully watered the flower bed in front of her.

This flower bed was planted by the girl with the seeds she asked her master for when she came.

The flowers were as bright as blood, named Blood Mandala.

Every day, the girl would come to see how this Blood Mandala was doing in her spare time from cultivation, and when it would bloom.

One season passed, and the Blood Mandala had not bloomed.

The girl asked her master with a crying face, "Why doesn't the Blood Mandala bloom? Is it because the disciple didn't plant it well?"

As a result, the girl learned from her master that the Blood Mandala bloomed only once every two years.

The girl who learned the truth stayed in place for a long time without recovering, and then cried a lot.

Blooming once every two years, blooming five times, wouldn't that be ten years?

I haven't even been ten years old since I was born.

The girl missed home.

She missed her mother, sister Xuenuo, brother Ming, and the big white goose in the courtyard.

But after the girl came to the sect and thoroughly understood what kind of physique she had, the girl knew that she could not go back. If she went back, she would harm her mother and brother Ming.

Wiping away her tears, the girl still continued to take care of this flower bed.

In her spare time from cultivation, the girl's favorite thing to do was to sit in front of this flower bed and stare blankly.

Another season passed.

On this day, the Blood Mandala bloomed, and the girl was very happy.

Only four times left, and I can see brother Ming.

"For the first time in two years, I've seen you smile so happily."

Wang Xuan came to the valley and walked to his disciple's side.

"Master~~ " Qin Qingwan ran over happily.

"Do you like Blood Mandala so much?" Wang Xuan looked at his disciple with a smile.

"I don't like it." Qin Qingwan shook her head, "But after the Blood Mandala blooms four more times, I can see brother Ming~~~"

Wang Xuan smiled softly: "Eight years later, you are no longer a child, will he still recognize you?"

"What if he doesn't recognize me?"

Qin Qingwan's eyes curved.

"It's good as long as I recognize him."