I Tried Not to Entangle Myself in Karma, but Junior Sister Yanran Wants Me to Accompany Her to Break Off an Engagement?

Jia Ma Empire.

Misty Cloud Sect.

Nalan Yanran carried a food box as she walked along the clean, broad bluestone road.

As she passed the Martial Arts Arena, the many disciples practicing their Dou Skills hurriedly struck their most handsome poses.

But unfortunately, Nalan Yanran did not even spare them a glance before disappearing at the end of the bluestone road.

The disciples discussed it dejectedly.

"Alas, what is Senior Sister Yanran doing?"

"Who knows? That direction seems to lead to the medicinal fields?"

"Senior Sister Yanran must be going to see the Holy Son!"

Most of the disciples looked baffled.

"The Holy Son?"

"Our Misty Cloud Sect has a Holy Son?"

After walking down a small path.

And passing through a dense Spiritual Plant Forest.

Nalan Yanran arrived at a lush medicinal field.

When she saw the inconspicuous Wicker Fence Courtyard in the corner of the field, a smile appeared on her pretty little face, and she swiftly flew over.

"Senior Brother Changqing, I've come to see you again!"

Pushing open the courtyard gate woven from vines.

Nalan Yanran carried the food box and took a cheerful step forward.

Suddenly.

Buzz—

The space rippled like water.

Azure radiance, suffused with Dou Qi energy, slowly formed into a Hexagram Array that enveloped Nalan Yanran.

Nalan Yanran's little face went pale as she hurriedly recalled the method Senior Brother Changqing had taught her to escape the array.

She carefully twisted and darted about, beads of sweat forming on her smooth forehead.

Only then did she leave the array's range.

"Damn Senior Brother, wasting all that talent on a minor path like arrays."

"You only broke through to Dou Zhe not long ago, yet the arrays you set up really are quite formidable."

Nalan Yanran had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Buzz—

Light flashed, and another array trapped her.

Nalan Yanran froze, then several black lines slid down her forehead as she angrily shouted toward the Bamboo House more than ten meters away:

"Senior Brother Changqing, you've gone too far!"

"This is the Misty Cloud Sect! Who are you guarding against by setting up so many arrays?!"

She shouted for quite a while, but no one answered.

At a time like this, most people would assume there was no one in the Bamboo House.

But Nalan Yanran knew...

Senior Brother Changqing was definitely home.

Most likely, he was worried that someone had followed her and was secretly observing from the shadows.

"Alas~"

Nalan Yanran sighed wearily and could only continue carefully avoiding the arrays.

Half an hour later.

Nalan Yanran stood before the Bamboo House, panting heavily.

Coming here once was practically more exhausting than fighting a Dou Master.

But it was not over yet. There was one final step.

Nalan Yanran held a card in her slender hand and stepped through the doorway.

[ Ding, Junior Sister Yanran, welcome! ]

Hearing the cold mechanical voice, Nalan Yanran rubbed her brow in frustration.

Senior Brother Changqing had told her this thing was called an ID card.

Whenever she came here, she had to bring it with her.

"Senior Brother Changqing, I'm coming in!"

Nalan Yanran passed through the entryway and entered a simply furnished room.

On the bed sat a slender young man in an azure robe, his long hair tied up in a topknot. He sat cross-legged with his back to her, facing the window.

"Senior Brother Changqing, look at all the delicious food I brought you!"

Nalan Yanran excitedly sat on the edge of the bed.

She opened the food box and, as if performing a magic trick, took out dish after dish.

The entire room was immediately filled with a rich aroma.

Yet the cross-legged youth remained completely motionless.

Nalan Yanran was puzzled.

"Hm? Senior Brother Changqing, are you cultivating?"

"That's not right, there aren't any Dou Qi fluctuations..."

Nalan Yanran reached out and poked the youth's back with her finger.

Bang—

Before her stunned eyes.

The youth's rigid body slowly toppled over and turned into a mass of clear qi that drifted away.

"Ji! Chang! Qing!"

Nalan Yanran was seeing red.

"If you don't come out right now, I'm leaving!"

"I'll never bring you anything delicious again!"

"I... I'm going to tell our teacher!"

Nalan Yanran stood up in a huff and turned to leave.

"Junior Sister Yanran, wait a moment."

The sudden voice behind her gave Nalan Yanran quite a fright.

She quickly turned around and saw a young man who had somehow appeared in the room. His features were handsome, his facial lines gentle, and his pair of jet-black eyes were especially full of spirit.

"Hmph, damn Senior Brother!"

Nalan Yanran was still angry, puffing up her fair cheeks as she glared at Ji Changqing.

"Don't look at me like that. You're always causing me trouble. Several groups of people have followed you here this month already."

"If they're Misty Cloud Sect disciples, that's one thing. But what if you really lead enemies here? Wouldn't that put me in danger?"

"Where there are people, there is Jianghu. Where there is Jianghu, there is fighting and killing. Alas, it's so dangerous."

Ji Changqing held a piece of white paper measuring 20 cm by 100 cm.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew past, and the paper fluttered lightly onto the wall.

On it were seven bold, flowing characters:

[An ordinary life is the truest life.]

Nalan Yanran's head throbbed with pain.

"Senior Brother Changqing, you worry too much!"

"Our Misty Cloud Sect dominates the Jia Ma Empire. How could there possibly be enemies within the sect?"

Dominates the Jia Ma Empire?

No enemies?

Ji Changqing did not answer Nalan Yanran's question.

Instead, he turned and walked to the window, closing it.

Then, through a small hole in the window paper, he gazed at a distant mountain peak concealed by clouds and mist.

In his eyes, black qi coiled amid the cloud mist as white as gauze. That was where Yun Shan, the former Sect Leader of the Misty Cloud Sect, was in seclusion.

At this point in the timeline, Vulture Protector of the Soul Hall had already come to the Misty Cloud Sect and helped Yun Shan break through to the Dou Zong realm.

Dangerous!

Far too dangerous!

Alas, why did I end up in the Battle Through the Heavens World?!

Ji Changqing sighed inwardly.

In his previous life on Blue Star, he had severely lacked a sense of security, so his greatest hobby had been building safe houses.

He had fantasized that one day the apocalypse would descend and he could hide in a safe house, surviving until the end of time.

He remembered that day. He had been bent over digging dirt, preparing to expand his safe house.

Then, a level-four earthquake struck.

He became the sole victim of that earthquake.

When he woke up again, Ji Changqing had become his childhood self. Completely bewildered, he sat before the Misty Cloud Sect's mountain gate, where Yun Yun, who happened to be returning to the sect, found and brought him back. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

If one were to ask Ji Changqing what he had learned from the earthquake in his previous life—

He would answer: His preparations had been far from sufficient. One had to lay a solid foundation in everything.

Most transmigrators had systems.

Ji Changqing was no exception.

Thus, he had stayed hidden in the Misty Cloud Sect, relying on the Sign-in System to continuously strengthen his foundation as a cultivator.

In Ji Changqing's view, cultivation was a cruel path where countless ships vied to cross.

As far as the cultivation system of the Dou Qi Continent was concerned, only upon reaching the Dou Di realm could one be certain of being invincible beneath the heavens and free from all concerns.

Every realm before Dou Di was merely a foundation.

For example, his true cultivation at present was only that of a Dou Huang. He was far, far too weak.

Ji Changqing had set a small goal for himself: before thoroughly strengthening his foundation, he would absolutely not take the initiative to entangle himself in karma. He would keep karma from touching him.

"Senior Brother Changqing! Senior Brother Changqing!"

Nalan Yanran called Ji Changqing several times in succession, but he did not respond.

"Senior Brother Changqing, did you hear what I said?"

Nalan Yanran gently pushed Ji Changqing.

Ji Changqing came back to his senses.

"Hm? Junior Sister, what did you just say?"

"I said, I'm going to the Xiao Family to break off an engagement. Senior Brother Changqing, you're coming with me!"