Its Name Was:
"This Calamity Ends, Old Friend Returns No More."
Just as Qin Wangchuan's mind was immersed in the trial...
Divine Son Hall of the Qin Clan in the Ten Directions Immortal Court.
The Young Master has been in seclusion for three days.
Ye Jianwei sat on the stone steps in front of the hall, with an ancient zither across his lap.
Her eyes were covered by a light veil, and she faced the direction of the palace gate.
Fingertips plucked the strings, producing a series of slow, soothing melodies.
She played very softly, afraid of disturbing the person inside the door, and also afraid that he wouldn't hear her.
When the music ended, she stopped playing and listened carefully to the sounds inside the hall.
There was nothing there.
She lowered her head, put away her violin, and got up to walk outside.
It's time to gain experience.
I sparred with someone yesterday, so I should head out today.
During the days when the Young Master was away, she made a schedule for herself and never missed a day.
He frequently sought out martial arts practitioners to practice with, and went out alone to conduct trials.
Her wounds healed only to reappear, then heal again, and she never uttered a sound.
While walking down the street that day, I suddenly overheard several servants whispering under the eaves.
"Have you heard? Eighth Dao Child fell into a coma three days ago and hasn't woken up yet."
Ye Jianwei paused in his steps.
Three days ago?
That was during the Young Master's seclusion.
She stood there, the wind lifting the light veil covering her eyes, revealing a section of her pale nose.
However, the Qin Clan is so large that she doesn't need to worry about Dao Child's coma.
The key point is--
"Young Master was seriously injured last time, and that was just a friendly sparring match."
Ye Jianwei.
"What if we were to face Alien Race..."
There was a hint of fear in his voice.
She is not afraid of hardship or difficulty.
Her only fear was losing the Young Master.
But what's the use of just being afraid?
There is only one solution.
Thinking of this, Ye Jianwei suddenly raised her head, her cool face under the light veil tense.
Become stronger.
Get stronger, get stronger, and get even stronger.
He's so strong that no one can hurt him anymore, so strong that we no longer have to watch him bleed to death.
Only in this way can we protect the Young Master.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Jiang Xuanli was unaware of Qin Wangchuan's seclusion and came to visit him as usual.
She was followed by a group of attendants carrying jade Jade Box and brocade cases, which attracted attention as she walked.
As they passed Chuanliu Pavilion, several disciples entering and exiting saw the figure in the distance and slowed down.
"Princess Jiang is here again."
"That's right, they come every few days."
"Tsk tsk, Princess Jiang's intentions are obvious to everyone."
The group exchanged a knowing glance and said nothing more.
There was another person standing under the eaves.
The Taixu Sect Holy Son, dressed in a white robe, stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze fell on Jiang Xuanli, then moved from her to the Chuanliu Pavilion.
The pavilions are soaring high, with flying eaves and bracket sets.
Although he was initially acting on orders from his sect to pursue Jiang Xuanli, he unknowingly fell into her trap.
But from beginning to end, it was nothing more than a one-man show where one's enthusiasm was met with indifference.
As the reputation of that Divine Son grew, Jiang Xuanli's advances became increasingly direct.
Aside from Qin Wangchuan, she really didn't give anyone else a kind look.
He watched her walk past him, her steps calm and composed, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
She didn't look at him once from beginning to end.
The Taixu Sect Holy Son remained silent for a long time; his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.
He even swallowed back that polite greeting.
Jiang Xuanli kept her eyes straight ahead and naturally couldn't hear these comments.
Even if they heard it, they wouldn't care.
She simply walked slowly toward the Divine Son Hall, her steps composed and her expression unchanged.
However, upon reaching the outside of the palace, they were stopped by the guards.
"The Divine Son is in seclusion and will not see anyone."
Jiang Xuanli frowned, but didn't insist.
She stood at the foot of the steps, gazing at the tightly closed palace doors, and suddenly sighed.
"If only someone hadn't snatched it away back then..."
I was the one who liked it first.
Midway through, the Li Clan intervened, and her marriage to the Qin Clan fell through.
If that marriage had gone through, my status standing here today would have been completely different.
That's enough.
Jiang Xuanli did not insist, knowing that this path was filled with responsibility and long journey ahead.
Furthermore, Qin Wangchuan definitely needs support behind him, and I will surely get what I want.
He left behind the treasures he had brought, instructed his servants to register them, and then turned to leave.
He took a few steps, then stopped, glanced back at the door, but ultimately said nothing.
I had only taken a few steps when I encountered a group of people.
The woman at the head of the group wore a long black dress with scales and transparent glass high heels.
He walked with a composed gait, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
She was extremely beautiful, but her eyes and brows were expressionless, like a walking, cold blade.
Two dragon horns protruded slightly from his hair, gleaming with a cold luster in the sunlight.
Jiang Xuanli stopped, staring blankly at the black-clad figure.
I've seen beautiful women before, but the one before me is so beautiful she seems otherworldly.
There was an air of aloofness and detachment about him.
It's as if they've come down from the summit of a snow-capped mountain.
The person who arrived was none other than Long Yue.
Noticing Jiang Xuanli's gaze, Long Yue turned her head and nodded as a greeting.
He then strode confidently into the Divine Son Hall, exuding an aura of power.
Jiang Xuanli snapped out of her daze and squinted her eyes.
"What is that?"
The maidservant beside her whispered, "Your Princess, that should be True Dragon Clan who recently settled in the Qin Clan..."
Jiang Xuanli didn't say anything more, just stared at the receding figure.
She was, of course, aware of the fact that the True Dragon Clan had taken up residence in the Qin Clan.
Just as they brushed past each other, Jiang Xuanli sensed something unusual.
That woman possessed the same aura of an Immortal Body as Qin Wangchuan.
In other words...
"Find out who she is when you get back."
"Yes."
--
The Ten Directions Immortal Court, the Li Clan's Moonlight Pool.
The pool water was deep and had a faint silvery sheen.
This is a cultivation space that Li Qingluan created after returning home to refine the inheritance within her body.
At this moment, she stood in the center of the pool, holding the Qingluan Sword, with her eyes closed.
Another version of her sat on a stone platform by the pool.
She had crimson eyes, long, flowing hair, and a faint smile playing on her lips.
That was Li Qingluan in the future.
Sword Intent surged.
There was a pavilion in front of Li Qingluan, and suddenly golden light shone from above it.
The first golden Sword Seals appeared like the blazing sun, like a star rising from the abyss.
Then came the second, fourth, and eighth coins.
Densely packed, layer upon layer.
Hundreds of Sword Seals formed a semi-circle, enveloping the entire pavilion.
At the center of each Sword Seals sits an ancient and simple character for "sword," echoing and resonating with each other.
As the Sword Intent surged, the golden sword tip slowly emerged from the seal, like thousands of swords being drawn from their sheaths simultaneously.
She opened her eyes.
Thousands of sword shadows shot out simultaneously.
There was no order, no hierarchy, it swept across the land like a torrential downpour, like a galaxy pouring over everything.
Wherever the sword's shadow passed, the air was torn apart, the light was swallowed up, and the entire world lost its color in that instant.
Boom--!
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.
The entire pavilion twisted, shattered, and evaporated amidst the shadows of swords.
After the smoke and dust cleared, only a huge pit remained where the pavilion had once stood.
Li Qingluan, with her crimson eyes, sat by the pool, her clothes fluttering in the breeze, yet she remained perfectly still.
She looked at the deep pit, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
"That's right, you should have grasped the essence of it."
"By merging the Heaven and Earth Law and earth with the domain, and through the connection with the Heaven and Earth Law, rewriting and manifesting the Sword Seals within the domain."
"In theory, the stronger the Heaven and Earth Law, the larger the domain, and the more Sword Seals there are."
"This move has no upper limit; it's my strongest technique."
She paused for a moment, then finally said the name of the move:
Its name is --
"This Calamity Ends, Old Friend Returns No More."
"This calamity has an end... but the departed have no home to return to."
Li Qingluan was slightly out of breath from using her sword skills. She recited the last four words of the sentence and then suddenly stopped.
My old friend has no home.
Which old friend?
She looked up at her future self, trying to find the answer in that face.
Li Qingluan, with her crimson eyes, simply smiled, neither dodging nor flinching, letting her gaze linger.
"It doesn't sound like a move name," Li Qingluan said tentatively.
"Yeah?"
Li Qingluan, with her crimson eyes, smiled nonchalantly and just stared at her for a long while.
"But I think it sounds really good."
"A lifetime of calamity perished at my hands, don't you think that's impressive?"
Li Qingluan did not respond.
She is waiting.
Sure enough, after saying that, my future self fell silent.
The two looked at each other, and silence spread across the pool.
"And what about the second half?" Li Qingluan finally spoke, "Does it sound good?"
Li Qingluan, with her crimson eyes, smiled.
His smile was ugly.
"The second half of the sentence..."
She lowered her head and looked at her hands.
"It doesn't sound good, but there's nothing we can do about it."
"That's just how it is, isn't it?"
The sound was very soft, like the wind blowing across the water, leaving nothing behind.
Li Qingluan did not ask any further questions.
She already knew the answer.
My old friend has no home.
That old friend who will never return is Qin Wangchuan.
Looking at herself, now silent, Li Qingluan felt a ripple of emotion, but she quickly wiped it away.
'It's a pity it wasn't her, but me.'
I will not repeat the mistakes of the future.