Behind Tianxiong Peak, there is a courtyard hidden deep in the pine forest, from which intermittent coughing sounds can be heard.
It was a cold and damp night. Song Zhiang, looking pale and thin, was wearing an outer robe and sitting in the corridor reading a book. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the direction of Tianku Peak, with no attention paid to the contents of the book.
Ever since he survived a life-and-death experience and formed the elixir, he has been living in seclusion here alone, imprisoning himself in a circle of land, and has not stepped out of this small courtyard for nearly thirty years.
Because he was afraid of seeing the sympathetic eyes of others, the concerned look of his master Canghuo Zhenjun every time he came made him very uncomfortable.
He wanted to say that he wasn't trash, but he couldn't say it because the truth... was that.
He has been studying and practicing here over the years, cultivating his mind and character, and when he feels strong, he continues to refine his weapons.
The Internal Affairs Hall wanted to send him a weapon-refining apprentice to help him with chores, but he refused.
It was then that Song Zhiang found out that Jiang Yuebai had just returned from the Yinshan Mine and was almost sent to do odd jobs beside him because of his status as an errand disciple.
No wonder Jiang Yuebai always looked sarcastic when he saw him later. Perhaps it was from that time that he had a bad impression of him.
At first, he didn't like Jiang Yuebai either. He thought that how could an ordinary person with five spiritual roots like her become a close friend of Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan? She must be a person who knows how to flatter and please others.
But later, Song Zhiang realized how wrong he was.
Now even he himself couldn't help but have some respect for Jiang Yuebai. He had been using her to motivate himself not to give up any hope.
Even if his foundation is destroyed, he will try hard until the last moment of his life. He doesn't believe that he will be trapped in the early stage of Jindan for his whole life.
"I don't know what the lively scene is like on Tianku Peak right now."
Song Zhiang's eyes were filled with envy. He clenched his fist and coughed twice, then recalled the scene at the foot of Tianyan Sect when everyone sat together drinking and chatting happily.
It was so good back then.
At this time, a little junior sister who had just been accepted by his master came running over breathlessly, clutching a storage bag.
"Master... Senior Brother... Wang... Wangshu... I saw Master Wangshu!"
Song Zhiang's hands trembled, and he quickly stood up and looked outside, but there was no one there, and a feeling of bitterness surged in his heart.
The ten-year-old little Si Si had two buns on her head and her cheeks were flushed from running. She took several breaths before she said, "She was just at the foot of the mountain. She asked me a lot about you. Brother, are you close to Master Wangshu? She is really very charming and doesn't have the airs of a Master at all. She is exactly like the fairy I imagined. She even gave me a bottle of elixir."
Song Zhiang felt a little bit unbelievable, "She...she asked me?"
Si Si nodded vigorously, "I asked a lot of questions. I asked Master Wangshu to come in, but she said... that you don't like her, do you have a grudge against Master Wangshu? But that's not right. Master Wangshu even gave me this and asked me to pass it on to you."
Si Si walked up to Song Zhiang and handed him the storage bag.
Song Zhiang's fingers were clenched as he took it stiffly and took out a jade box containing a sealed elixir. After opening it, a fairy ganoderma as white as a cloud emitted a moonlit white light, illuminating Song Zhiang's stunned face.
There was also a note in the jade box.
[The demon tribe's immortal ganoderma can heal your damaged foundation. Just turn it into qi and absorb it.]
Senzhi?!
Song Zhiang certainly knew that the long-extinct Immortal Ganoderma was a panacea for treating foundation damage, but everyone was helping him look for it, but they couldn't find it after many years.
The fairy ganoderma that suddenly appeared at this moment seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing heavily on Song Zhiang's heart, making his throat tight and unable to breathe.
He didn't doubt that it was fake at all, but he felt mixed emotions, his nose was sour, and his eyes were red unconsciously.
Song Zhiang put away the jade box and rushed out of the courtyard like the wind, heading down the mountain.
Si Si staggered back due to the strong wind and turned around in surprise.
"Senior Brother, he...he walked out?!"
The moon is bright and the stars are shining on the mountain road from Tianxiong Peak to Tiankui Peak.
Jiang Yuebai sensed someone coming from behind, so he paused, took a breath, put his hands on his hips, turned around, and deliberately said, "Song Zhiang, do you want to quarrel with me again?"
The night was chilly. Song Zhiang, dressed in a grey robe, had red eyes and disheveled hair. He looked extremely haggard, no longer as high-spirited as he was when he mocked Jiang Yuebai.
His Adam's apple rolled and he took a hard breath to suppress the heat in his eyes.
"sorry."
Jiang Yuebai was stunned.
Song Zhiang's eyes were filled with deep apology, and he forced a faint smile, "All this time, I seem to have never apologized for my unwarranted slander against you. Jiang Yuebai, I was young and frivolous, and looked down on everyone. Please forgive me for any offense I caused you."
Song Zhiang bowed, his shoulders slightly raised, and he bit his lips tightly so that Jiang Yuebai wouldn't see.
In the world of cultivation, there are many people who would kill or stab someone in the back just because of a casual word of offense, so Song Zhiang would never have dreamed that the one who would pull him out of the abyss today would be Jiang Yuebai.
Compared with her frankness and broad-mindedness, Song Zhiang felt ashamed.
Human prejudice is like a mountain standing in one's heart. When one looks at others from behind the mountain, no matter how much that person has done, one cannot see anything on this side of the mountain and can only speculate with malice.
They even maliciously rationalize groundless rumors and conspiracy theories, thinking that everyone is blind and only they can see through the truth.
The breeze blew the hair on Jiang Yuebai's shoulders, and the moonlight obscured by dark clouds sprinkled on the mountains and forests. Jiang Yuebai raised his lips and smiled, free and unrestrained, with no grudges in his heart.
"I accept your apology. I also want to say sorry to you. I used to be rude. Please don't mind it. I hope you can absorb the immortal ganoderma soon. I have something else to do and I'm leaving now."
Jiang Yuebai turned and walked forward, raising his hand and waving casually, as if saying goodbye to a good friend of the same generation.
The bright moonlight lengthened Song Zhiang's shadow. He stood up and watched the figure turn into a breeze, blowing into the forest with the leaves and disappearing.
Song Zhiang wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and couldn't help but smile. His whole face broke free from the darkness and gradually became bright.
"Why have I become like Wang Chen? This is not right..."
Song Zhiang turned and walked towards Tianxiong Peak with big strides and quick steps.
*
Half a month later, at dusk, two thunders suddenly sounded on Tianku Peak. Shi Xiaowu and Jiang Ziying broke through the Jiedan barrier at the same time and began to overcome the tribulation.
Jiang Yuebai had already prepared everything for them.
Shi Xiaowu, in particular, was facing the siege of evil monks in his dream at that time. His senior sister Jiang Yuebai single-handedly led away the three evil Yuanyings, leaving him to take care of his seriously injured master Li Jiuchuan.
If he cannot form the elixir immediately, he will definitely not be able to deal with the powerful enemies outside, and then his master will die.
Under pressure from all sides, Shi Xiaowu finally broke out, determined to fight against the Heavenly Dao with his broken body.
In the dream, Shi Xiaowu stood on the top of the mountain under the formation, extremely arrogant.
"Master, don't worry. Even if I, Shi Potian, die, I will never let anything happen to you!"
"Come on, I will trigger the Dan-forming Tribulation now, and see whether you evil cultivators are stubborn or I am strong enough to break the stone and forge the destiny!"
Shi Potian, covered in blood, took out the wrinkled statue of Qi Yue, took a last look at it, and resolutely began to survive the tribulation on the spot.
Phew~
Outside the dream, True Lord Canghuo couldn't help but laugh out loud.
“Hahaha, you can’t tell that this brat who only knows how to count is actually so domineering in his bones. Interesting, interesting, too interesting. Lend me this nightmare to play with it later, and ask me to put it in for Ling Guanghan to see.”
Li Jiuchuan held his forehead in silence and asked Jiang Yuebai beside him, "Is my master so useless? Two Yuanyings were seriously injured and made my master unconscious?"
Qi Yue blushed and looked nervously at Shi Xiaowu's real body sitting cross-legged in the formation.
Yun Chang looked at her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose. She lowered her head to her fingers and dared not speak.
Jiang Yuebai used the spiritual thread to guide Shi Xiaowu to practice martial arts, and said with a smile, "Dream, these are all dreams, Master, don't take them seriously."
Li Shenzhi muttered, "In Shi Xiaowu's dream, I was the one who was blinded by his crazy flashes and slapped in the face. Sect Master, you are a respected master after all, I... Hehe."
When the tribulation began, with Jiang Yuebai there, Li Jiuchuan was not nervous at all. He could even call Qi Ming to join him, and they had tea together on the top of Tiankui Peak, waiting for the tribulation to end.
Because Qi Yue maintained her youthful appearance at an early age, Qi Ming didn't want to be mistaken as Qi Yue's father, so he also exchanged for the youth-retaining pill and took it early, so now he is still under 30 years old.
Having been with Li Jiuchuan for many years, he has been influenced by him and his temperament has become more calm and restrained. Although he is only in the late stage of foundation building, he always has the aura of a Jindan Zhenren.
Li Jiuchuan was never arrogant. He personally poured a cup of tea for Qi Ming and handed it to him. "You just have to work hard for a while. After this Fuyao Fairy Meeting, I will personally protect you and help you form the elixir."
Qi Ming was flattered and took the teacup with both hands. "The Sect Master treats me like a teacher and a father. I dare not ask for anything, but I really can't bear to leave you and the Tianyan Sect. So, I will trouble you."
Li Jiuchuan smiled and nodded. Qi Ming used to be too cautious and would hesitate even when opportunities were in front of him. Influenced by his sister Qi Yue over the years, he finally learned how to fight for it.
Everyone is growing and changing, and the Tianyan Sect is thriving and becoming more prosperous.
Li Jiuchuan was reluctant to let go of the Tianyan Sect and wanted it to become better in his hands. With this thought in mind, Li Jiuchuan couldn't help but turn the ring on his hand.
There, there was the method of cultivating his clone and his spirit that Jiang Yuebai gave him.
Maybe, you can give it a try!
After working hard for several days, Shi Xiaowu and Jiang Ziying both successfully passed the tribulation and began to consolidate their cultivation.
Jiang Yuebai originally wanted to rest for a few days before going to Guiyuan Sword Sect and King Kong Terrace, but a letter from Shanhai Tower made her anxious.
[Bai Pu Territory, Snake Village, Lv Ying is in trouble]
And! Wait till I have a meal before continuing!
(End of this chapter)