Ascending Qingyun At Last

In a small village reduced to ruins, two boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, lay near a burnt-out house. Not far from them, under the shade of a tree, a younger child slept soundly, leaning against the roots. Just then, a beam of light shot from the distance and landed in the devastated village. As the light faded, a cultivator, arriving by sword riding, appeared. Several more streaks of light followed him.

Groggily, Ye Yun felt a strong wind and the sensation of being suspended in mid-air. He opened his eyes and was nearly scared to death. Below his feet, clumps of white clouds were rapidly flying backward, yet he wasn't standing on anything. He was simply floating.

"Mom! Help me! I don't want to die!" Ye Yun's childish wail suddenly echoed through the sky.

"Oh, little one, you're awake? I saw you sleeping soundly and didn't want to wake you. Don't worry, we are Qingyun disciples, not bad people. As long as you don't move around, you definitely won't fall. Even if you do fall, I can save you before you hit the ground, so you don't need to worry about your safety at all."

As Ye Yun was panicking, a magnetic voice sounded from behind him. When he clearly understood what the voice said, he immediately felt relieved. Since they were Qingyun disciples, he had nothing to worry about. But why was he floating in the air? Shouldn't he be standing on a sword?

With this question, Ye Yun carefully turned his small body, looked around, and discovered he was indeed floating in the air. However, an invisible wall beneath him supported him. Below and behind him was an ancient-looking long sword.

"Little one, don't listen to him, he's just trying to scare you. You're protected by his escape light, so you won't fall. You can move around freely. If you really fall, he'll be laughed at by his fellow disciples for his entire life." Just then, another voice sounded from his side.

Ye Yun turned his head and saw that beside him was another young man flying on a sword. Lin Jingyu was lying comfortably in front of him, with only his feet touching the sword. The rest of his body, like Ye Yun's, was suspended in the air.

Ye Yun's heart stirred at the sight. He tilted his head and asked with confusion, "Are you immortals? Are you taking Little Yun'er to the immortal realm?"

The young man laughed heartily and said, "We aren't immortals. We are disciples from Qingyun Mountain. We just happened to pass by and saw you. Little one, do you want to soar through the nine heavens on a sword like us in the future?"

"Yes!" Ye Yun nodded vigorously. Ever since he was young, he had greatly admired the martial arts masters who moved with great agility in television shows. After watching Chinese Paladin, he admired Li Xiaoyao, who could ride a sword, even more. Now that he had the chance, there was no reason to miss it. Moreover, this was a crucial condition for him to be able to return home.

"He really is a child. But with your potential and what happened in the village, the masters and uncles will surely take you in. I wonder if this is your good fortune or misfortune." The man sighed slightly, gave Ye Yun a smile, and then focused on sword riding.

Seeing that everyone else was focused on sword riding and no longer paying attention to him, Ye Yun stared with his big, round eyes, constantly observing the surrounding scenery. Although this wasn't the first time he had looked down at the earth from a high altitude, that time was on an airplane, and it was at night. The ground was dark, and he could only vaguely make out some blurry shapes. Now, not only was it daytime, but there was nothing beneath his feet. That adrenaline-fueled feeling made him a little dizzy. However, thinking that he too could one day stand gracefully on a sword, his fear was somewhat lessened.

It had to be said that in this world, unpolluted and sparsely populated, the vegetation was truly abundant. As far as the eye could see beneath him was green. If it weren't for the undulating mountains and the white clouds constantly passing by, Ye Yun would have thought he was stationary.

Cao Miao Village was within the sphere of influence of Qingyun Mountain and not far away. Coupled with their swift sword riding, and the fact that Ye Yun had woken up midway, he didn't know how far they had already flown. Thus, in a few minutes, they landed on Qingyun Mountain.

Qingyun Mountain was indeed worthy of being a major righteous sect. Its buildings were mostly built amidst steep mountains, appearing and disappearing in the clouds. Many immortal cranes soared through the mountains, and some buildings were built directly on flattened mountaintops. Cloud bridges connected some of the mountains, making it magnificent, beautiful, and extremely grand.

Although he had seen such scenes countless times on television and in movies, this was his first time experiencing it firsthand. So, he couldn't help but look around. When he saw something interesting, he curiously walked over to touch it. The Qingyun disciple accompanying him found it quite amusing and didn't rush him. He let his fellow disciples take the unconscious Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu to rest, while he followed Ye Yun with great interest.

After satisfying his curiosity, Ye Yun withdrew his gaze. He would be living here from now on, and there would be plenty of time to look. He wasn't in a hurry. So, he turned to the Qingyun disciple following him and said, "Big brother, I've seen enough, let's go!"

The Qingyun disciple smiled slightly and said, "Little one, stay close. You're not a Qingyun disciple yet, so you can't wander around. Besides, there are cliffs everywhere here. If you're not careful, you could fall to your death. Don't run around."

Ye Yun naturally understood this. So, he sweetly replied, "I know," and obediently followed the man. Soon, they arrived in a room with four beds. Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan were lying on two of them, resting.

After bringing Ye Yun to the room and telling him to rest and await their master's summons, the man turned to leave. However, Ye Yun stopped him because he was hungry. Children are growing, and their digestion is very strong; he was already hungry.

The man thought for a moment, took out a small bottle from his embrace, and poured a pea-sized pill from the exquisite small porcelain bottle, handing it to Ye Yun. He smiled and said, "This is called a Bigu Pill. Although it can't be used for cultivation, it can prevent hunger for a day. It's not mealtime yet, so eat this to tide you over."

Ye Yun curiously took the pea-sized, yellowish pill and sniffed it. He found that it emitted a faint herbal fragrance. He knew this person wouldn't harm him, so after sniffing it, he threw it into his mouth. To his surprise, the pill dissolved as soon as it entered his mouth, requiring no chewing. It was sweet, almost like candy, but with a faint, unique fragrance. After eating it, not only did his hunger disappear immediately, but he felt refreshed all over.

The Qingyun disciple smiled upon seeing this, turned, and closed the door. Li Yun climbed onto an empty bed and lay down, contemplating his future path.

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