First Encounter with Randeng, Qingniao Bestows Medicine

Forcing down his injuries, Cihang sped away from Kunlun.

Kunlun was no place for him to linger; he needed to find a secluded spot to heal as quickly as possible.

"Young friend, please stay your steps!"

Before Cihang could even leave the Kunlun mountain range, a shout halted his progress.

The moment he heard the voice, Cihang's heart sank.

It was Randeng.

Moments later, the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer appeared before Cihang, carrying Randeng.

"Greetings, Senior. May I ask why you've stopped this junior?"

Cihang greeted him cautiously.

Cihang held no grudge against Randeng, but knowing him, he dared not relax in the slightest.

This man would do anything for the sake of his cultivation.

Randeng had once listened to teachings in Zixiao Palace. While not among the very strongest, he was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, far beyond what a Mysterious Immortal like Cihang could handle.

"Young friend, have you come from Kunlun Mountain? I heard that the Three Pure Ones are accepting disciples and I wish to try my luck.

Would you be so kind as to introduce me?"

Randeng's tone was gentle, inexplicably giving off a feeling of closeness and trust.

But the more he acted this way, the more cautious Cihang became.

As fellow disciples of Zixiao Palace, Randeng and Yuanshi were at least considered peers.

Yet, for his cultivation, Randeng had shamelessly joined the Chan Sect and become Yuanshi's disciple.

When the Chan Sect failed to meet his expectations, he secretly colluded with Zhunti.

If Cihang was forced to join the Western Buddhist Sect, then Randeng was a true apostate.

How could he dare to let his guard down against such a person?

However, Randeng's determination in seeking the Dao was indeed firm; he was just lacking in opportunities.

"Senior misunderstands. This junior is not a disciple of Kunlun.

The Three Pure Ones spread the great Dao of Saints, and this junior yearns for it greatly. It is a pity that I have no connection to the path of a Saint, and I am already preparing to return!"

Cihang put on a look of dejection and helplessness.

He did not mention that he had offended Yuanshi by refusing to be a disciple. If Randeng found out, he feared he would become another achievement for Randeng to join Kunlun.

This was something Randeng was absolutely capable of doing.

To avoid attracting Randeng's attention, Cihang even forcibly circulated his cultivation technique, temporarily concealing his injuries.

At the same time, he secretly remained on guard, ready to flee at any moment.

"So that's how it is. It seems I have misunderstood you, young friend.

Then this humble monk shall not disturb you further!"

Upon learning that Cihang was not a disciple of Kunlun, Randeng's attitude immediately cooled considerably.

"It is this junior's honor to resolve Senior's confusion.

This junior wishes Senior success in joining Kunlun and achieving all your heart's desires!"

Cihang cautiously saw Randeng off.

"Then I shall borrow your auspicious words!"

Leaving behind a chuckle, Randeng floated away.

"Pfft!"

Only after Randeng's aura completely dissipated did Cihang finally unable to hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Already severely injured, his forceful circulation of energy this time had worsened his condition.

"This is troublesome. I originally planned to leave Kunlun quickly, but if my injuries are delayed further, they will truly harm my foundation, making recovery even more difficult in the future!"

Cihang's brows furrowed. In his current state, he could not sustain the prolonged circulation of spiritual power needed for flight.

Yet, staying in Kunlun was even more dangerous.

Although the Three Pure Ones said they would no longer pursue the matter, their disciples might not think the same.

If they had the chance, they would surely eliminate him, someone who had offended Yuanshi.

In his prime, he would never have feared those old acquaintances. Even if he wasn't highly regarded by Yuanshi, his cultivation had never fallen far behind theirs.

With his restraints now gone, he would naturally become even more powerful.

His future opponents were never his former fellow disciples, but true supreme powerhouses like Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

However, this was his weakest moment, and he could only try his best to avoid such troubles.

"It seems I can only find a hidden place to recover from my injuries!"

Cihang quickly made his decision.

Compared to the unknown dangers, his own foundation and future were more important.

If he couldn't do better than before after starting over, he would have truly wasted this great opportunity.

Fortunately, he had cultivated in this place for endless years in his previous life. Although weak, Cihang was extremely familiar with the Kunlun mountain range.

Soon, Cihang found a secluded valley at the junction of the Eastern and Western Kunlun mountains.

But just as Cihang was about to enter the valley to go into seclusion, he suddenly sensed a not-weak cultivator's aura within the valley.

"Hmm, when did my luck become so bad? First Randeng, and now this unfamiliar cultivator?"

Cihang couldn't help but frown.

However, recovering from his injuries was more important right now. Cihang immediately turned around, intending to find another place to heal.

"Who goes there? How dare you rashly spy on my Western Kunlun!"

A green feather shot towards Cihang.

It turned out that a trace of his aura, leaked while he was severely injured, had been sensed by the cultivator in the valley.

"Ding!"

The Glazed Pure Vase was instantly summoned by Cihang, blocking the green feather.

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. I stumbled upon this place unintentionally and didn't know I had already entered the territory of Western Kunlun!"

Cihang breathed a sigh of relief, not only because he had blocked the attack but also because the other party was from Western Kunlun.

Although the Eastern and Western Kunlun mountains were adjacent, Cihang was not very familiar with Western Kunlun because its cultivators had always been low-key.

"Are you a disciple of Eastern Kunlun?"

A woman in green flew out from the valley. Although she wasn't attacking Cihang, her face was full of vigilance.

Seeing Cihang's delicate features, which were even more refined than a woman's, the green-clothed female immortal's attitude softened considerably.

"Cihang, a rogue cultivator from the South Sea, greets you, fellow Daoist. I am not a cultivator from Eastern Kunlun. I came here to listen to the Dao, but I failed the Eastern Kunlun's test and was injured as a result.

I intended to find a quiet place to recover from my injuries, but I did not expect to disturb you, fellow Daoist. Cihang apologizes here!"

Cihang quickly revealed his identity and bowed apologetically to the green-clothed female immortal.

"Qingniao, a subordinate of Queen Mother of the West, greets you, fellow Daoist.

I misunderstood you this time.

This Hundred Flowers Valley is not my dojo; it's just a place for me to relax. I was about to leave anyway. Seeing that your injuries are not light, why don't you recover and heal directly in Hundred Flowers Valley?"

Cihang not only had handsome features but also exuded a friendly and serene aura, which made Qingniao feel a sense of goodwill.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Cihang's injuries indeed cannot be delayed any longer. I will gratefully accept your kind offer this time!"

Cihang decided to go into seclusion to heal without much hesitation.

Cultivators from Eastern Kunlun generally did not venture into Western Kunlun, so staying here was the most suitable option for him.

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. I also have a spiritual fruit here that can significantly help with your recovery. I'll give it to you!"

Qingniao took out a green spiritual fruit, emanating a dense innate energy.

"Innate Spiritual Fruit? This is truly too precious. I've already taken over your valley, how can I accept such a valuable treasure from you?"

Cihang quickly refused.

"You don't need to decline, fellow Daoist. This spiritual fruit is not considered precious in my Western Kunlun. Your recovery is the priority.

I'm leaving now!"

Fearing that Cihang would refuse again, Qingniao left the green spiritual fruit and the formation flag of Hundred Flowers Valley, then turned into a streak of light and flew away.