Mortal Mage

Too blue.

The Canglang Mountains wind around Taihe City like a giant dragon, with its main peak towering into the clouds and shrouded in mist.

The surrounding secondary peaks are crisscrossed with streams, waterfalls and springs, like an inverted Milky Way, with a magnificent momentum.

There is a short monument at the foot of the second peak with five large characters inscribed on it.

Taihezong.

The mountains are filled with clouds and streams, and the scenery is beautiful.

In the clouds on the distant peaks, two disciples of the Sword Sect were approaching from a distance, carrying a thick ancient log and standing on swords.

On the other side, many disciples flew over from afar carrying huge rocks as big as mountains and stepping on swords.

The ancient wood has clear grain and straight shape, and it is obviously wood that has been carefully selected.

At the waist of the mountain, more than a hundred disciples of the Sword Sect gathered on a leveled open space, holding flying swords, chopped wood into shapes, cut stones into boards, hammering and chiseling with amazing efficiency.

A towering palace is being built.

When the main load-bearing wood of the hall fell, the disciples around immediately got busy, cutting wood, breaking stones, and clearing the mountain in an orderly manner.

Huge stone slabs were embedded in the ground, and huge woods were used as beams and pillars. The disciples worked in harmony with each other, and rarely communicated with each other.

The palace rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the shade of the trees, many conscripted laborers stopped their work and looked up, fearful and confused, with trepidation in their eyes.

When the huge tree stood steadily in the center of the palace, a group of Sword Sect disciples began to build roof beams and lay tiles. Everyone was already scared out of their wits and at a loss.

At this time, a young disciple of the Sword Sect flew over the crowd on his sword and advised, "This place has been handed over to our Sword Sect by the Ministry of Works... for construction..." The young disciple corrected himself halfway through his words, "This place has been handed over to our Sword Sect by the Ministry of Works, and our Sword Sect disciples are responsible for construction. You all should not stay here, and disperse quickly." After the young disciple finished speaking, he stared at the crowd of people who were doing labor service below him with a cold look.

After hearing this, everyone was at a loss and didn't dare to move. Or perhaps they didn't dare to put down the work of paving stone steps on the mountain path.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, the young disciple gradually became annoyed. He put away his sword and landed in front of a huge rock. Then he waved his hand and raised the sword to cut into the rock. The rock was split into regular stone strips like tofu. Then, the flying sword was like a whirlwind, wrapped in a "whizzing" wind, passing over the ground, cutting the weeds and leaves on the ground into flying pieces. Wherever the flying sword passed, the grass was flattened, the stones were broken, and the wood was broken. A flat mountain path was formed.

The young disciple easily picked up two stone bars in his left and right hands, walked to the path, and threw them down with a "bang bang", repeating this process while walking up the mountain.

A brand new stone staircase path suddenly took shape behind him. When he disappeared in the mountain, the stone staircase path still stretched for dozens of miles.

Extremely efficient.

Admiration gradually emerged in the confused eyes of the crowd.

A strong man wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself: "Is this the ability of a god? Even if I had ten hums, I couldn't do it so fast."

"My dear mother, ten hums? Even if I gave you a hundred hums, you still can't do it this fast."

Another strong man beside him had a look of yearning in his eyes: "Old Shen in the government office said that if I had a spiritual root like you, I could be like them."

"Seeing how fast he works, he probably eats a lot."

"Go and beg for it, how can it be the same?"

"That's a deity from the palace. I heard he doesn't even need to eat."

The people were making a lot of noise, their eyes full of envy and yearning, and even a bit of flattery.

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On a huge rock at the top of the mountain, Chen Yunzi was holding a baby babbling in his arms.

Shi Manman stood behind him.

"There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from heaven, and one is hidden by man." Chen Yunzi looked down at the baby in his arms, in a good mood.

The baby held a spirit-detecting crystal in his hands and kept sucking and licking it.

A raging fire continued to burn inside the spirit-detecting crystal.

Fire spiritual root.

Once a cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, women will no longer be able to become pregnant and bear children. This is the fundamental difference between humans and immortals, and is also the established law of the Great Dao. This is true for all the heavens and worlds.

When Shi Manman heard this, her expression of indifference was slightly moved, and she asked, "Why is Qingling still in my arms?"

Chen Yunzi narrowed his eyes and looked down at the Sword Sect disciples who were building a building on the mountainside. After a long while, he responded, "After she borrowed my body, she had one chance, which was to give up her Nascent Soul and fall below her cultivation level. After that, she would never be able to break through the Nascent Soul again. However, she would be able to get pregnant and have children like an ordinary person for the rest of her life, and live an ordinary hundred years."

"Qingling was competitive and aggressive in her early years, causing many troubles. Later, she was dissuaded by her uncle. Although she secluded herself for a hundred years, she always said it was meaningless after she came out." Chen Yunzi gently stroked the cheek of the baby in his arms with a kind face; "I am her grandfather, how can I not understand her thoughts? She is a girl, just like you, the closest and greatest flesh and blood. Although I led her to the immortal path, she has not severed her earthly ties and has an obsession with the mortal world. Now that she can give birth to her own flesh and blood, I can also understand her knot in her heart."

Chen Yunzi smiled faintly and said, "Qingling never mentioned Mingxuan's personality to me. You and she share a husband, so you must know something about it?"

"Mingxuan is modest and kind." Shi Manman took the baby from Chen Yunzi and held him in her arms. She then looked up and followed Chen Yunzi's gaze to look down at the Taihe Sect's main hall rising from the ground below her. She added, "But he is afraid of death and sometimes..." Shi Manman paused and continued, "Sometimes he has a lustful heart, but he doesn't have the courage to do so."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunzi's face remained calm and he remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, the baby in Shi Manman's arms cried, and Chen Yunzi slowly spoke, "From now on, Chenfeng Sword Sect will no longer exist. There will only be the Sword Pavilion of Taihe Sect. I should also sever my ties with this world and go to another world to become a free and easy cultivator. If I continue to be bound by this cause and effect, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to achieve the great Dao."

Chen Yunzi raised his arm and waved his hand. On a yellow rock in front of him, he set up a half-step teleportation array. He stepped into the array and finally said to Shi Manman behind him, "I used the name Chen Yunzi eight thousand years ago. I am tired of it. From now on, you can use my common name, Chen Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in the formation, and the runes on the yellow rock immediately dimmed.

A green jade slip was left on the yellow rock.

Shi Manman bent down to pick it up and probed with her spiritual sense.

Inside the jade slip is the Sword Clan's sect's martial arts technique, the "Dust Wind Sword Technique".

Complete nine moves, not a single one missing.

"Wawuwawu" the baby in her arms began to cry.

Shi Manman put away the jade slip, straightened her chest, untied her bellyband, revealing her snow-white and plump breasts, and stuffed her nipple into the baby's mouth.

Suddenly, juice overflowed and flowed along the corners of the baby's mouth.

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