Hong Die and the Others Leave the Immortal Mansion

A glint flashed in Yao Bingyun's eyes for a moment, then dimmed again. Finally, she lowered her head, looking at her trembling hands, and after a long, long time, she softly said, "Then... then let's choose ghost cultivation."

Yao Bingyun's voice was as soft as a falling leaf, "Mengyun... is most afraid of pain. If she were to be possessed, she would have to endure the pain of her soul being separated, and also adapt to an unfamiliar body..."

"She's been pampered since she was little, she can't handle that kind of hardship."

Yao Bingyun raised her head, forcing a smile, but tears streamed down her face again. "A ghost cultivator... a ghost cultivator is fine, at least she's still herself, still my sister."

"Please grant my request, senior."

Luo Chuan looked at Yao Bingyun kneeling on the ground, then stood up, nodded slightly, and said, "In that case, I will lend her a hand."

Yao Bingyun hurriedly got up and staggered to the bedside, but dared not get too close. She just tightly gripped the hem of her clothes and stared intently at her younger sister on the bed.

Luo Chuan slightly raised his hand, and a soft light enveloped Yao Mengyun. Then, the light, as warm as water, slowly seeped into her body, enveloping her entirely.

A moment later, Dao Xu slowly floated out from Yao Mengyun's body. It was Yao Mengyun's soul, so transparent that it almost dissipated, its eyes filled with pain.

"Mengyun!"

Yao Bingyun couldn't help but cry out, but immediately covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Luo Chuan changed his gesture, and the Dao Xu figure slowly landed beside the bed. The surrounding spiritual energy began to surge, gently nourishing the fragile soul.

She needs time to recover.

Luo Chuan withdrew his hand, looked at Yao Bingyun, and said indifferently, "You will stay here with her for the time being."

Yao Bingyun knelt down by the bed with a thud, cautiously reaching out her hand, but not daring to touch the Dao Xu figure. She merely stroked the outline of her sister's face from a distance of about an inch.

"Mengyun... your sister is here. Your sister will always be with you..."

The Dao Xu figure seemed to sense something; its brows relaxed slightly, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of its mouth.

Inside the Immortal Mansion, Luo Chuan leaned back in his chair, sipping tea, while Hong Die, Thirteen, and the others sat before him.

Their cultivation has now reached the Illusory Yin Realm. After all, cultivating here is twice as effective with half the effort. Given enough time, breaking through to the Spirit Severing Realm will only take a day or two.

However, Luo Chuan did not intend for them to stay here to cultivate indefinitely, since cultivators need to experience life and death in order to comprehend the true Dao.

If they were to stay here forever, their cultivation level might improve in this lifetime, but their character would stagnate, and they might even damage their Dao heart.

"I have summoned you here today so that you may leave this place and go to the Thunder Immortal World to cultivate and seek your own opportunities."

Upon hearing his master's words, Thirteen immediately knelt on the ground and said, "Master, are you going to send me away?"

Luo Chuan shook his head and replied, "It's not that I'm trying to send you away, but rather to help you find a better future. Your path of cultivation has been too smooth; your mindset needs improvement. Otherwise, it will be almost impossible for you to grow stronger."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room turned solemn. Even Hong Die gently bit her lower lip, clearly unwilling to be separated from the young master.

"Master..."

Luo Chuan waved his hand, stopping Thirteen from continuing, "Remember, whatever you do, as long as you believe you are right, I will not let you suffer the slightest grievance."

"Even if something terrible has happened, as long as your master is alive, your master will handle it."

Hong Die's fingertips, hanging by her side, curled slightly. Her usually cold and beautiful eyes showed a rare hint of panic, but she did not kneel down like Thirteen.

Hong Die looked up at Luo Chuan, her eyes brimming with longing and reluctance, which ultimately turned into a soft murmur, "Young Master... I don't know when we will meet again."

Luo Chuan lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, the aroma of tea wafting through the air, making his expression appear even more indifferent, yet concealing an undeniable certainty.

"The Immortal Realm of Thunder Immortal World is extremely dangerous; opportunities lie hidden within peril." He

"I bestow upon each of you a protective talisman. In times of crisis, crush it, and I will arrive instantly, no matter where you are."

As soon as he finished speaking, several talismans gleaming with a faint golden light floated out from his sleeve and landed steadily in the hands of Hong Die and the other thirteen.

The talisman was imbued with spiritual energy, its aura ancient and profound; a mere touch brought a sense of peace to the mind.

He kowtowed thirteen times, his forehead touching the ground, his voice choked with emotion. "Disciple obeys! I will never fail Master's cultivation! No matter where I am in the world, Master will always be in my heart!"

Liu Mei and Hong Die exchanged glances, then knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully. "We will obey the orders of our Master and Young Master!"

Hong Die gripped the talisman tightly, her knuckles turning white. She looked at Luo Chuan and said, word by word, "Hong Die will surely find great opportunities on this journey and return soon to serve you, young master."

"If anyone dares to insult me, I will kill him. If anyone dares to insult the young master, I will... grind his bones to dust."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Go ahead.

Luo Chuan raised his hand and waved it, and a dark passage suddenly opened in the void in front of the Immortal Mansion. Lightning flickered within the passage, which was the entrance to the Thunder Immortal World.

The group looked back several times before finally gritting their teeth and stepping into the passage. With a flash of light, the passage closed, and the Immortal Mansion returned to silence.

Luo Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip of the slightly cool tea, gazed at the distant horizon, and murmured to himself, "Young eagles must always leave the nest; the true path is never one that is sheltered."

Meanwhile, in the side hall, Yao Bingyun remained by Yao Mengyun's side, never leaving her side.

The Dao Xu figure gradually solidified under the nourishment of gentle spiritual energy, as if it could open its eyes and call her "sister" again in the next moment.

The next morning at dawn, the rooster crowed.

Inside the beautiful mountain scenery of the immortal Immortal Mansion, looking at the empty courtyard before him, Luo Chuan sighed. After all, he had grown accustomed to having Hong Die by his side.

However, for their future, Luo Chuan had no choice but to do this. After all, in the eyes of cultivators, if they were just pretty faces, then their future would be meaningless.

"Master, everyone else has left, can I leave too?"

Xu Liguo then flew out, rubbing his hands together and laughing, saying, "Hehe, Master, I've been with you for hundreds of years, so can I leave for a while and relax a bit?"

Luo Chuan glanced at Xu Liguo, who was fawning over him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Breaking through to the Ascendant Realm using the Sword Spirit method, no wonder you want to leave here."