Daoist Heavenly Worthy Has Arrived, Mirror

The foot of Ma Long Peak.

Feng Xuyang looked up. The limestone steps stretched for over a thousand paces. It felt like sixteen years since she had left. She didn't hesitate, ascending the steps. The shade of the trees flickered on either side, the wind rustling through them.

Her pace was unhurried. Midway up the mountain, she spotted the gatehouse of the Dian Cang Sect. The four gilded characters, "Heavenly Southern Sword," still exuded a stern, imposing aura.

Feng Xuyang paused, and the memories of eighteen years ago flooded her mind. The first time she met the carefree Tianyang-ge by the Xunyang River. The second time, when she was surrounded by pirates from Luoqie Lake, Tianyang-ge killed seven men to save her.

Later, they braved the Nine嶷 Mountain Underworld together, their lives hanging by a thread.

After that day, they shared forbidden fruit and became husband and wife. Tianyang-ge carried her the rest of the way up the thousand steps, entering the Dian Cang Sect gate.

Unfortunately, everything changed, and was ruined, the moment they stepped through that gate.

Suddenly, a surge of hatred rose within Feng Xuyang. Her body floated, and her foot slipped, nearly causing her to fall. The Grandmaster level expert was so weak at this moment. A light breeze blew, and the streak of red clothing drifted towards the courtyards within the mountain, disappearing into the moonlight.

Above the gatehouse, the character "一" (one) in "Heavenly Southern Sword" had been replaced by "无" (nothing).

The inner disciples of the Dian Cang Sect had long since fallen asleep. Feng Xuyang entered silently, her steps familiar as she walked to the room she and Liu Tianyang had once shared. She stood before the familiar door, her heart a mix of emotions. She hesitated, unsure whether to push it open or turn and leave.

Feng Xuyang gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Moonlight streamed in through the window. Her gaze swept around the room, noting that the layout was the same as it had been. A bright mirror reflecting mandarin ducks, red candles casting shadows of two figures, and on the round table, the pair of white porcelain dolls bought in Hongzhou still sat in the center, just as they had sixteen years ago.

Feng Xuyang sat by the window, picking up an old picture album. She flipped through the pages, each one filled with portraits she had painted herself. This album was like a key, unlocking the treasure trove of emotions deep within her heart.

Turning to the last page, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes. She gently closed the door and retreated.

Feng Xuyang grabbed a disciple on night patrol, forcing him to reveal Liu Tianyang's current whereabouts. After knocking the disciple unconscious, she vanished into the night.

Although the Dian Cang Sect boasted many brilliant talents, a martial arts Grandmaster at the age of forty like Liu Tianyang was a rare find. Ever since he glimpsed the Great Dao of martial arts and discovered its infinite mysteries, he had become completely engrossed, handing over all sect affairs to his eldest disciple, Liu Changjiang. He had built a wooden cabin near the Seven Dragon Daughters Pool, where he meditated and comprehended daily.

The nights on Dian Cang Mountain were cold. The entire world had fallen silent. The birds had returned to their nests, leaving only the chirping of insects and the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

The sound of dry branches snapping underfoot reached Liu Tianyang's ears. He stopped his meditation, and then a woman's soft chant drifted over: "Night deep, leaves drip dew, autumn insects fly into the house."

Liu Tianyang was startled by the sound. He pulled open the two wooden doors from inside and replied: "Lying here, my bones grow cold, I rise and put on my old cotton clothes."

Feng Xuyang glanced at him. Liu Tianyang, wearing a scholar's cap and a long green robe, stood tall at the doorway.

He was as handsome and extraordinary as he had been ten years ago.

Feng Xuyang said softly, "Only the green mountains and your eyes remain unchanged from our youthful days when we meet again."

A flash of red, and she leaped onto the treetops, drifting towards the mountain.

Liu Tianyang recovered from his surprise, murmuring, "A'Feng?"

A fresh scent of gardenia wafted over. He knew it too well. He shot out like an arrow, leaping onto the treetops to pursue her.

Under the moonlight, the figure in red danced over the undulating mountain forest, her robes fluttering like an immortal's, while the figure in green chased relentlessly.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Feng Xuyang had descended from the treetops. Within a few breaths, she stopped by the lake on the mountaintop. Liu Tianyang, chasing after her, shouted from a dozen paces away as he landed, "A'Feng, A'Feng!"

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

"A'Feng, I'm Tianyang-ge!"

"Don't come over here, I don't want to see you!" Feng Xuyang said coldly.

"A'Feng, I've been looking for you so hard. Sixteen years ago, I searched from Dian Cang Mountain all the way to Divine Dragon Snow Mountain. I searched for three years and couldn't find you. Where did you go?" Liu Tianyang spoke to himself.

Feng Xuyang remained silent and indifferent.

"A'Feng, say something!" Liu Tianyang took three steps forward.

"I beg you, don't come any closer!" Feng Xuyang pleaded.

"A'Feng, what's wrong? Sixteen years ago, you were pregnant and suddenly disappeared. Where is our child?" Liu Tianyang took another three steps forward.

"I don't know. Your son is lost. I only remember he had a purple-gold bowl birthmark on his stomach. Go find him yourself. Don't come any closer!" Feng Xuyang seemed to recall a painful memory, replying helplessly.

"Son! I have a son?"

"A'Feng, I'll find our son slowly. Eight years ago, was it you at the bottom of Luoqie Lake? After that day, I searched every peak of Divine Dragon Snow Mountain, but still no news of you!" Liu Tianyang took another three steps forward, leaving only one step between them.

"I don't know. Don't come any closer!" Feng Xuyang warned.

"Then why did you come back today!" Liu Tianyang roared, taking a step forward and embracing Feng Xuyang.

Her tears fell like pearls from a broken string, large and abundant. His tears and snot also streamed down. The two martial arts Grandmasters, a couple reunited after a long separation, finally reached a breaking point due to their suppressed emotions.

Liu Tianyang held her, unable to speak. No matter how hard he squeezed, how tightly he held her, it wasn't enough. He wished he could crush Feng Xuyang into himself, merging her bones and blood into his own body. Feng Xuyang leaned against him, clung to him, relied on him. No matter how they embraced, how close they were, it still wasn't enough. The two of them drank in each other's tenderness and heartache.

As the saying goes:

"Life's journey north and south, like diverging paths. Worldly affairs, drifting like windblown catkins. Fate's capricious hand, with no fixed decree. Turning and twisting. Lying sideways, standing upright, all seems so. Why envy the achievements of Yi and Zhou? Better to learn from Yuanming and return. Following the flow, resting where one is. In White Jade Palaces and golden halls, Or a thatched hut with bamboo fences, all are places of no concern."

After embracing for a while, Feng Xuyang softly asked, "Tianyang-ge, let's go live in seclusion at Luoqie Lake. Let's leave now, okay?"

Liu Tianyang paused and said, "Now that this matter is settled..."

Feng Xuyang suddenly pushed him away with both hands, her expression changing. She said coldly, "Why can't you empathize with me?"

Liu Tianyang said shamefully, "Ah Feng, I..."

Feng Xuyang thought to herself, Tianyang ge, you've underestimated my resolve to walk this path with you, and I've overestimated my place in your heart.

Feng Xuyang didn't give him a chance to speak. She pushed off the ground and flew across the lake towards the opposite shore.

Liu Tianyang watched the lake surface behind her, where thick ice footprints were left in her wake. He sighed inwardly, I never expected Ah Feng's Ice-Cold Internal Energy to have reached the peak Grandmaster realm? Without time to marvel, he lightly tapped the lake surface and chased after her.

In the garden of the White Jade Palace on Penglai Immortal Island, White Deer Immortal and the other immortals were watching the story of the faithless lover and the devoted maiden.

Suddenly, they saw the clouds above the garden surge. Daoist Heavenly Worthy arrived, floating down on his Flying Cloud Colt. The Heavenly Worthy's face was solemn, his gaze like ancient ice, exuding bone-chilling indifference and justice. The Flying Cloud Colt beneath him was also extraordinary, its hooves generating clouds, its mane churning like mist, and its entire body immaculately clean, unstained by dust.

Ancestor Lu, seeing this, led the assembled immortals forward to greet him, cupping his hands and saying, "Your arrival, Heavenly Worthy, brings glory to our humble abode."

Daoist Heavenly Worthy nodded slightly, his voice calm and unwavering, "Karma and reincarnation have their predetermined course. Today's gathering is also the will of heaven."

Chen Renfeng stood behind him, looking at this Heavenly Worthy who wielded the laws of the Heavenly Dao. He inwardly trembled, I didn't expect this being who governs karma to be alarmed!

The Heavenly Worthy's Flying Cloud Colt, with good sense, went to find an empty spot in the garden to rest.

The immortals continued to watch the Qiankun Mirror, all wanting to see the rest of Feng Xuyang's story