Hundred Flowers Granny

"Who is your Martial Uncle?"

Nangong Feiyan frowned, thinking, This is bad. Could someone have gotten there first?

"Whoosh!" The sword finally cut down a snowflake.

Standing under the tree, Wang Xian giggled.

After these days of hard cultivation, he finally cut down a snowflake in the wind. He wanted to show his Master, but unfortunately, there were two troublesome women in the main hall.

"Dongfang Nishang, Senior, you don't recognize my Martial Uncle?"

Looking up, it was already past noon, and his stomach rumbled.

Wang Xian put away his wooden sword and ran towards the kitchen not far away, asking, "Do you two seniors want some porridge?"

"No!"

Hearing this, how could Nangong Feiyan eat anything?

Dongfang Nishang of the Kunlun Sword Sect and the Old Daoist Priest of the Daoist Temple were both reclusive masters. Their cultivation was not below hers.

She wondered, if this sword fell into Dongfang Nishang's hands, it would be a lot of trouble.

Before the porridge Wang Xian cooked was ready.

Nangong Feiyan, after hastily drinking two cups of Spirit Tea, rushed towards the North Slope of the Kunlun Sword Sect with her Junior Sister.

She instructed Wang Xian, "Little fellow, tell your Master I'm going to the Sword Sect for a stroll. I'll find him for a drink when I come back."

Wang Xian rushed out of the kitchen.

With a face full of smoke and dust, he shouted, "Senior, I've cooked a big pot of porridge..."

"Pu Chi!"

Nangong Zhilan couldn't help but laugh, "Senior Sister, this little fellow has a good heart. He even cooked porridge for us!"

Nangong Feiyan shook her head. "Should I abduct him to the East Sea to be your disciple?"

Nangong Zhilan giggled and shouted to Wang Xian from afar, "Little fellow, my sister wants to abduct you to the East Sea!"

Hearing this, Wang Xian flinched and immediately replied, "No!"

Nangong Zhilan glanced at her sister.

Oh, to be rejected by a little fellow in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The Old Daoist Priest, who had returned to the mountain with a pile of New Year's goods, heard that two women had come from the East Sea. He just shook his head, showing no surprise.

Instead, he told Wang Xian that it would be strange if these guys didn't come.

For the first time, Wang Xian spoke about the matter of the divine sword.

He believed that his Master hadn't mentioned it before because he was afraid he couldn't keep the secret and wanted to wait until he reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

The Old Daoist Priest, however, was startled.

He looked at him and asked nervously, "What's going on? Is this your Martial Uncle... Impossible..."

"It's not Martial Uncle!"

Wang Xian replied quietly, "While I was in my Martial Uncle's Heavenly Tome for ten years, a voice told me about the divine sword..."

"So that's how it is. It's good that you didn't reveal it in front of them!"

The Old Daoist Priest sighed.

He said with a bitter smile, "It's a long story. You and that Coiling Dragon Divine Sword flew from beyond the heavens and landed in front of me... and the sword sheath has been with me for countless years..."

"Remember, do not attempt to use this divine sword until you reach the Nascent Soul Realm!"

Wang Xian chuckled, "It seems Master shielded me from Heavenly Secrets. Otherwise, Martial Uncle, and those two old men from yesterday, and these two women today..."

Thinking of this, Wang Xian patted his chest and sighed deeply.

He said powerlessly, "You scared me to death!"

Then he thought it was wrong and asked again, "Master, the two women from the East Sea said they would come again. What should I do?"

The Old Daoist Priest smiled, "With Master here, you don't need to worry about this. If they ask you, just deny it even if you're beaten to death. What else can you do?"

The Master and disciple both had insomnia that night.

Wang Xian thought that New Year's Eve was just around the corner, and people were still coming to trouble them.

The Old Daoist Priest lay in bed, unable to understand why his disciple, after only evolving his Sea of Consciousness, had seen the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword but had not recovered his previous memory. To him, this was an incredible strange event.

Speaking of trouble, the troubles were indeed endless.

Before the two who went to the North Slope Kunlun Sword Sect could return, Wang Xian, who was practicing sword in the wind and snow, screamed again.

"Master, there's an old woman outside the mountain gate!"

Within his spiritual sense, he saw an old woman in a purple robe, her hair streaked with white, standing outside the mountain gate.

She was chattering with the woman behind her, who wore a white long dress and had black hair fluttering in the wind.

Before his words could even fall, the old Daoist waved his hand and activated the grand formation at the mountain gate.

He spoke into the wind, "I say, you're not here to spend the New Year with me, are you? Did you bring any food and drink?"

The visitor was none other than Hundred Flowers Granny from Hundred Flower Valley, arriving gracefully with her daughter, Baili Wenqiu.

Baili Wenqiu, who originally didn't want to go out, couldn't rest assured leaving her mother to travel alone, so she reluctantly followed her side towards Kunlun.

Traveling through wind and snow, Hundred Flowers Granny chuckled, "I'm not in the mood to suffer in your deep mountain old forest."

Wang Xian, standing under the snow pine, was stunned.

He didn't know how to ask who these two people in the wind and snow were. It was already New Year's Eve.

This... it seemed that many cultivators in the world were thinking about that sword in their sea of consciousness.

This sword is mine, what business is it of yours?

As noon approached, the old Daoist walked out of the kitchen.

He looked at the mother and daughter walking towards him in the wind and snow, falling silent for a long time.

After a moment of thought, he finally said, "Regardless of whether you're here to cause trouble for me, guests are guests. Let's eat first."

Hearing his master's call, Wang Xian immediately put away his wooden sword.

Not long after, the mother and daughter sat opposite the master and disciple.

Hundred Flowers Granny looked at Wang Xian's well-behaved appearance and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Your cultivation is a bit low... What's your name, child? Would you like to come to Hundred Flower Valley with Grandma to play around?"

Wang Xian shook his head and replied, "My name is Wang Xian."

Baili Wenqiu was surprised that the young man before her had refused her mother's kind offer, and was momentarily stunned.

The old Daoist smiled faintly, "You're late. My disciple has already promised his martial uncle that he will go to Kunlun Sword Sect in the spring to watch the Spring Recruitment Competition."

Wang Xian nodded and quietly finished a bowl of rice.

In his opinion, he would not leave Kunlun until he had learned his master's Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Hundred Flowers Granny shook her head, "Kunlun's spring recruitment, our Hundred Flower Valley disciples will also participate. This will indeed be a lively event." Suddenly, her tone turned cold, and her eyes became as piercing as a blade's edge.

She extended a hand and said coldly, "Old fellow, you should know the purpose of my visit."

Wang Xian's expression sharpened upon hearing this. He quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and slipped away.

If there was going to be a fight, his master was here. All he had to do was stay far away and not let the two women set their sights on him.

The old Daoist sighed and said with a bitter smile, "I told you you were late."

"What do you mean?" Baili Wenqiu frowned.

Hundred Flowers Granny also said, "Old fellow, do you think that just because we haven't seen each other for many years, I wouldn't dare to fight you?"

"Before you, Nalan Ming from Heaven Mountain and Nangong Feiyan from the East Sea had already come. They went to Kunlun Sword Sect one after another to seek confirmation from my junior sister!"

The old Daoist said seriously, "My junior sister was the first one to come looking for me to demand the divine sword..."

He spread his hands and said, "My Daoist temple is only this big. You can search anywhere you like. Do you want us, master and disciple, to let you check our Nà Jiè?"

Since Wang Xian had told his master last night that he knew about the divine sword...

The old Daoist had completely relaxed. Not to mention that his disciple would never say anything, even if he did, no one would believe him.

Hundred Flowers Granny stared at him and said, "I hope you understand one thing."

The old Daoist smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Hundred Flowers Granny sneered, "I must obtain this divine sword, no matter the price!"