A Three-Year Promise
Wang Xuan couldn't hold on any longer, yawning incessantly, and gradually drifted off to sleep with a heavy heart.
He was genuinely worried that the world might really undergo a dramatic change in three years. He was afraid that some of his suspicions would eventually come true.
Outside the window, the stars finally appeared, and a silver moon hung obliquely in the sky. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves drifted down in the evening breeze, hitting the window and making a soft sound.
Inside the room, the bone trembled slightly before quickly returning to stillness, a tremor that was difficult for an ordinary person to see.
In his dream, Wang Xuan carried a celestial sword, drunkenly lying on the clouds, surrounded by magnificent palaces and Heavenly River, with falling petals and a refreshing fragrance.
Before him was a jade table, on which fresh peaches and fragrant poria cocos and red fruit were laid out, and a jade pot filled with fine wine was also placed there, its aroma lingering in the air.
The clouds and mist surged, making this place resemble a fairyland, filled with the fragrance of flowers. Not far away, fairies danced, their graceful figures swaying beautifully, accompanied by the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments.
Here, Wang Xuan is an unparalleled immortal sword! Morning in the North Sea, Evening in Cangwu, he absorbs the essence of the sun and moon, enjoys the fruits of the Jade Pool, roams the Carefree in the Mortal World, and lies drunk in the Guanghan Palace.
Suddenly, a sword light slashed down, piercing through the Heaven and Earth, connecting with the thunderous storms of the nine heavens, shattering the Jade Pool Palace, and shaking the jade towers and Peach Garden.
Wang Xuan was cleaved from his mortal state by a single sword strike. He screamed and nearly woke up, finally falling into a Desolate Mountain wilderness. The immortal sword he carried was broken, leaving only the hilt.
Under the cold moonlight, on a desolate hill, the Female Sword Immortal stood in mid-air, gazing at the bright moon. Her moon-white dress fluttered, Clear and Transcendent, as if she were about to ride the wind away.
She possessed a cold and aloof demeanor, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns. She glanced at Wang Xuan with obvious disdain. Did he really believe that becoming an immortal would ultimately lead to some so-called paradise of song and dance, amidst magnificent palaces and jade towers? How naive!
Wang Xuan was speechless. He often labeled the Female Sword Immortal, saying things like she was arrogant, vain, and liked to hear praise behind her back. Now it seemed the Sword Immortal also often labeled him, and would occasionally look down on him.
He felt no guilt now. Everyone is a mortal or an immortal in this mortal world, and it's normal for people to occasionally have some private complaints about each other.
"I haven't become an immortal yet, so I don't understand the realm of immortals. Therefore, I created this scene based on legends to await the arrival of the immortals."
The Female Sword Immortal was quite satisfied after hearing the explanation; at least he had put in the effort, even though he didn't understand the truth about immortals and had made mistakes in his arrangements.
She raised her snow-white chin, clearly showing her arrogance again, but it was better than being slashed by a sword. Wang Xuan guessed that she probably wasn't very old when she Ascension to Immortality, which was why she retained her genuine nature, unlike the old monk who was so cunning.
The Sword Immortal pointed her snow-white longsword at a mountain, then at herself and Wang Xuan, and finally nodded.
"Mountain, you and me, the two of us... what are we going to do on the mountain?" Wang Xuan blurted out.
In an instant, he was struck by the sword, the bright light slicing him from one mountain peak to another. The Sword Immortal, her face cold, followed him through the air, her legs beneath her skirt as white as jade, her feet treading on air. She glanced at him, seemingly unable to bear his presence.
"It's not that we're on the mountain..." Wang Xuan quickly added as he saw her sword light brighten again, "It's that people and mountains together make immortals?"
Then, he quickly added, "True immortals are not necessarily seated high in the Ninth Heaven, but may be on the summit of some unknown Desolate Mountain."
The Female Sword Immortal was slightly surprised, feeling that he was no longer so vulgar. She turned her head to look at him, unusually no longer cold, but she quickly regained her composure.
Wang Xuan felt that he had grasped part of her essence, and immediately sighed, "True immortals have their own integrity, why should they covet vanity? If they live in the Moon Palace or dwell in the Jade Pool, it will only be another place where the turbid world gathers."
The Female Sword Immortal was surprised and glanced at him again. Her impression of him improved significantly, but she still proudly raised her head and looked up at the star-studded deep sky.
She quickly caught a glimpse of a smile on Old Wang's lips, and instantly understood. She swung her sword and cut him down to the mountainside.
Wang Xuan winced in pain, inwardly lamenting his carelessness. The Female Sword Immortal's senses were far too sharp. He thought he had found her weakness and felt a sense of accomplishment, but in the blink of an eye, he was struck down.
The Sword Immortal was quite decisive and swift, landing down without any hesitation, extending three beautiful fingers, and displaying a solemn expression.
Wang Xuan felt heavy-hearted. It was another three-year period. What were her requirements? What were these people who had ascended to immortality plotting?
"Fairy, please tell me your thoughts." He truly needed to understand the truth and wanted to know the ancients' plans.
The Female Sword Immortal raised her white left hand and drew a line in the night sky. Immediately, some images appeared: a low mountain that looked unremarkable, with a small, collapsed Taoist Temple there, its walls broken and rubble scattered.
Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. According to the files attached to the bone fragments sent by the Relevant Department, the Female Sword Immortal's hand bones seemed to have been found in this very place.
The scene changes, and Wang Xuan appears in the picture, carrying the bone fragments, and arrives at that desolate hill, where he buries the bone fragments deep underground in the Daoist temple.
"Is this to escort your remaining bones after your ascension to the past and rebury them in the same place?" Wang Xuan was surprised. He hadn't expected the Sword Immortal to appear in his dream for this reason. It wasn't difficult at all.
Is this a proper burial? He had all sorts of wild thoughts, but his mood was noticeably lighter.
The Female Sword Immortal held up three fingers. Was this another mention of the three-year period? Did she mean he should stay in the Old Earth for three years, or did she mean she needed to see him when the time was up?
Wang Xuan said, "Fairy, are you unable to speak? Let me teach you to write. Modern characters are simpler than before after being simplified."
The Female Sword Immortal used a secret technique to directly reveal Wang Xuan's inner light, and immediately saw the Old Wang's thoughts, which were a scene of Hong Xiu... The Sword Immortal was helping him grind the ink.
Decisively, Ancestor Wang got hammered again! He was slashed many times by the Female Sword Immortal.
After this experience, he felt that things were too difficult for him. Couldn't he even think about it? Oh well, he decided to keep his eyes down, his nose down, his mouth down, and his mind down, and be a quiet and good young man.
Unable to speak, the Female Sword Immortal demonstrated several scenes, and with Wang Xuan's good comprehension, he finally understood her thoughts.
She was very serious; by appearing in his dream, she wanted Wang Xuan to reappear at that desolate burial ground three years later and come to see her there.
This matter is definitely not that simple, Wang Xuan thought to himself.
Could it be that the Female Daoist practitioner wants to press him down in the Old Earth so that he will go to the underground of the Greater Khingan Range three years later? For this reason, she is already interfering in the present world.
The Female Sword Immortal was extremely serious, even a little nervous, which was inconsistent with her usual arrogant and cold temperament, showing how much she cared and how important it was!
Outside, under the moonlit night, Old Chen's heart was bleeding. He pulled out the fishing rod his friend had given him from the Reed Pond behind the manor. It was tangled with water plants, and a large black fish was stuck in the end of the rod.
This was truly like throwing away trash. After Old Wang's initial excitement about spearfishing wore off, he casually tossed the fish back into the pond, much to Old Chen's dismay. He felt it was utterly hateful.
Old Chen decided to go back and beat up Ancestor Wang. He felt that Old Wang should do it as soon as possible, otherwise the opportunity would become increasingly rare.
Old Chen sat by the Reed Pond, skillfully casting his line, looking utterly content. He hadn't fished for many days, and the long-lost joy had resurfaced.
He quickly frowned and said, "Qing Mu, go and tell everyone not to approach the ward, so as not to disturb those two's dream reunion. Also, go and bring over an energy cannon, we need to swat away mosquitoes!"
Qing Mu immediately understood what was going on and quickly disappeared.
Old Chen has now surpassed the Great Grandmaster level. He can sense any movement in the entire manor. He noticed that an outsider had infiltrated, which ruined his fishing mood.
Soon after, Qing Mu returned, carrying a new type of energy cannon with considerable power, and quickly set it up.
"Aim at the northwest corner, yes, a little more to the west, that's enough, blast him!" Old Chen instructed from the side. As someone who had surpassed the Great Grandmaster, his mental domain was extremely terrifying, and he could clearly grasp the trajectory of that person.
Boom!
In the distance, a person was smashed to pieces.
"Aim at the north again, lower the angle a bit, and blast him!" Old Chen said. There was no need for Qing Mu to use technological means to locate him; it was simple and brutal, and he just had to open fire.
In the blinding light, yet another person was blasted to pieces. This sudden turn of events shocked many in the manor.
"What level of person are you?" Qing Mu asked.
Old Chen scoffed, saying, "A pushover, probably only a quasi-grandmaster. Too weak, not worth me risking exposure to take action."
Qing Mu remained silent. He felt that Old Chen was getting a bit cocky and should be locked in the mental realm by the Ghost Monk and beaten up for another night, or be beaten up a few more times by the Female Sword Immortal.
Old Chen left the Reed Pond with his fishing rod. There was no way to catch fish there. He prepared to return to his ward, guessing that the two of them would soon have finished their dream reunion.
Wang Xuan was deeply worried. What did these immortals want? Would the traps or schemes set by the ancients lead to terrible events?
"Can you tell me if Transcendent Immortals the Vanished, and what... what is your purpose?" Wang Xuan asked cautiously.
Without uttering a word, the Female Sword Immortal unleashed an astonishing technique, directly transporting Wang Xuan from the dream realm into the Inner Scenery Realm!
What incredible skill! This is interference in the present world, making Wang Xuan's heart pound wildly!
In the Void and Silence Land, there was no sound, only Mysterious Factor emanating from the Unknown Place. The Female Sword Immortal walked forward, heading straight to the deepest part, where she touched a crystalline curtain. She suddenly exerted her power, causing the area to tremble violently.
Wang Xuan's eyes widened in astonishment.
On the other side of the curtain, in a very distant place, a graceful figure appeared.
It was a vast expanse of land. She strode past dilapidated Daoist temples, her feet treading on rubble, slowly emerging from this mysterious realm. Though the image was hazy, it was already quite clear that she resembled the Female Sword Immortal remarkably well—her clothing and appearance were identical; she seemed to be the Sword Immortal herself!