Reunion with Lin Yuanxi

Lin Yuanxi's feelings for Yang Ning certainly didn't begin with this memorial. Xiao Huan didn't know exactly when, because she only followed Lin Yuanxi after Lin Yuanxi entered Taiheng.

However, Xiao Huan was also very familiar with Yang Ning, because after Lin Yuanxi entered Taiheng, all the news related to Yang Ning passed through her before reaching Lin Yuanxi.

Although she had only met Yang Ning twice before, and this was the third time, thanks to the intelligence she had gathered, it was as if a character from a book had suddenly appeared in reality. Xiao Huan didn't feel like a stranger to Yang Ning at all.

"I don't know why Miss likes you so much. I can't understand your poems either. If it's just because you helped my Miss get rid of her engagement, then you can compensate her later, right?" Xiao Huan said. "But since it's Miss's choice, I can only support her. These refining materials aren't for Miss; she collected them all for you. You can take them all once you reach the inner sect level!"

Yang Ning was speechless. How did I suddenly become a gigolo?

"A woman three years older brings good fortune," but Lin Yuanxi is nine years older than me. Does that mean she'll bring three pieces of gold?

"Why do you tell me everything? Aren't you afraid your young lady will blame you?" Yang Ning asked.

"She wouldn't blame me at all; she'd be more grateful than happy to see me!" Xiao Huan laughed. "Isn't the biggest obstacle between lovers the inability to convey their feelings to each other, leading to misunderstandings and ultimately preventing them from being together? That's what you said too!"

"I've conveyed my mistress's feelings to you now. You can't fall in love with someone else halfway through and break my mistress's heart!"

The phrase comes from "Love in Yuejing," a novel Yang Ning wrote at the age of seven to earn money while preparing for exams, since living in the capital was very expensive.

Fearing that others would think he was too young to understand love, Yang Ning even adopted the pen name Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.

Didn't expect that this couldn't be kept secret from the Lin Family?

Okay, I've never shown the Spirit Realm, otherwise I would have been exposed long ago!!

"But don't get too cocky!" Xiao Huan added, "Although my young lady likes you, if you want to marry her, you'll have to get past her brother Lin Tianheng first, and also Wang Yu from the Eastern Victory Wang Family, who has also joined Taiheng."

"Wasn't the engagement canceled?" Yang Ning asked.

"It was cancelled, but he's gotten even more excited after hearing that my young lady has advanced to the Qi Refining Qi Refining. However, that guy is quite dense; he's only at the Qi Refining Third Layer. He doesn't know what my young lady is thinking yet. If he did, he would definitely target you!"

Yang Ning remained silent. He was someone who disliked trouble. "Can't we just focus on cultivation and quietly become immortals?"

Forget about romance and jealousy.

If he could, he would prefer that even if he became an immortal, no one in the entire Taiheng Kingdom would know his name.

He wouldn't have cared if he didn't know, but now that he knows a girl has done so much for him, he finds it hard to ignore her.

Whether or not things will work out with Lin Yuanxi is another matter, but at least he should become an outstanding person.

He didn't want Lin Yuanxi to be looked down upon by others because she liked him. Yang Ning's heart wasn't dead; he disliked the "little fairy" in quotes, not the real fairy.

Seeing that Yang Ning seemed to be thinking, Xiao Huan opened her mouth but didn't continue speaking.

She had a lot of opinions about Yang Ning's attitude towards cultivation. Who would give up cultivation for the sake of weapon forging?

But the young lady was very supportive of Yang Ning's hobby, and as a maid, she couldn't say too much, so she could only hint at it.

It would be best if he could understand, but if he couldn't, there was nothing that could be done; after all, she was just a maid.

"Sigh!" Xiao Huan sighed deeply. "I'm really bearing pressure that I shouldn't have to bear at my age!"

"What does she usually like to do?" Yang Ning suddenly asked, "Or what books does she read?"

"She mainly reads your poems and lyrics, saying that other people's writing doesn't have your flavor!" Xiao Huan said. "But you haven't written enough. Miss can recite them all by heart. She doesn't refine weapons or pills. Besides pondering cultivation, she probably spends her days tending to flowers and plants. It's actually quite boring!"

It's understandable that they're bored. After all, this world doesn't have short videos online, and literature isn't very developed. Lin Yuanxi and Xiao Huan live on a big mountain, so of course they're going to be bored!

Yang Ning understood why she liked him so much. This girl rarely left her home and was only exposed to his poetry and his every word and action.

All she had access to was what she deliberately presented to the outside world, while Yang Ning, in order to leave a mark on history, really paid attention to personal cultivation and was impeccable in his dealings with others.

One side intentionally puts on a show, the other receives the intelligence, and then fills in the blanks with their own imagination—can the outcome be good?

They probably all imagine themselves as saints.

But to be fair, this feeling is really great, so great that it makes you want to be in a relationship!

"We've arrived!" Xiao Huan said, taking out a jade tablet, channeling her Qi and Blood into it, and the thick clouds in front of them suddenly parted, revealing a mountain peak in front of them.

Yang Ning looked up and saw a mountain peak shaped like a goddess standing amidst the sea of clouds. Red maple leaves covered the mountainside, blanketing the ground beneath her feet. The leaves, their colors as intense as fire, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, their golden and blood-red hues creating a dazzling spectacle. With each gust of wind, the maple trees swayed merrily, their leaves rippling across the surface, lending the mountain a mysterious and graceful aura.

In this season, the sturdy branches and the rocks rising abruptly from the mountaintop are all hidden under a blanket of colorful leaves. With the brisk mountain wind, the maple leaves seem to gently whisper their stories, captivating all who behold them. Occasionally, amidst this dense foliage, one can hear a bird or two chirping melancholy, adding a touch of soothing music to this tranquil maple forest.

There are no large palaces on the mountain, only a few bamboo houses nestled among the maple forests. They don't look like the abode of immortals, but more like the dwelling of hermits in the forest.

Yang Ning followed Xiao Huan and landed directly outside the bamboo house. Xiao Huan then called out, "Miss, I'm back!"

"So what if you're back? What's with all the howling?" A clear, bell-like voice rang out softly, then abruptly stopped.

Yang Ning looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young girl in a white dress walking gracefully along the path amidst the green trees and bamboo. Her graceful and delicate figure was like a beautiful flower in a garden, instantly bringing the entire path to life. The girl's long hair fell naturally, fluttering lightly in the breeze, like a smooth ribbon, elegant and captivating.

Upon closer inspection, the newcomer had delicate features, fair and rosy skin, slightly parted red lips, and bright eyes that sparkled with a captivating light. Dressed in an elegant long gown, she looked so graceful and noble.

She carried a small hoe, her forehead glistening with sweat; she was clearly no idle young lady, but rather someone deeply fond of this garden, often strolling here. With meticulous care, she planted flowers and grasses, nurturing and enriching this tranquil beauty.

If it's not Lin Yuanxi, then who is it?

She glanced at Xiao Huan first, then at Yang Ning. In an instant, her cheeks flushed red, and she said softly, "Young Master Yang? What brings you here?"

Before Yang Ning could speak, Xiao Huan interjected, "Now that he's formal disciple, he came to thank you. I saw him on the way and just happened to be passing by, so I brought him along!"

"Nonsense!" Lin Yuanxi rolled her eyes and said, "Young Master Yang became formal disciple entirely through his own efforts. What does it have to do with me?"

"If it weren't for your Heavenly Spirit-Word Spell, young lady, how could I have had such an opportunity?" Yang Ning hurriedly said.

"Young Master, there's no need for that!" Lin Yuanxi explained, "My Heavenly Spirit-Word Spell is still at a low level, insufficient to alter the workings of fate. It can only slightly influence the trajectory of destiny. Your ability to become formal disciple means that you already had the potential to become formal disciple!"

Yang Ning thought for a moment and asked, "The main reason I was able to become formal disciple was because Xun Hu was chosen by the Ditian Sect. The sect's assessment committee usually only assesses the aptitude of sixth-year students, but Xun Hu was tested by the Ditian Sect just because he was joining in the fun, thus winning the bid five years earlier. Did your Divine Ability change this time or his aptitude?"

"Huh?" Lin Yuanxi blinked, then shook her head. "I, I don't know?"

"Then let me rephrase my question!" Yang Ning asked, "Is it easier to change a person's cultivation aptitude, or to bring forward the occurrence of something that should have happened a few years earlier?"

"This..." Lin Yuanxi thought for a moment and said, "Talent is determined by fate, so perhaps the second method is simpler!"

"The second possibility involves time, which is also Divine Ability can alter?" Yang Ning asked.

"Although time is involved, what is destined to happen is not predetermined!" Lin Yuanxi laughed. "Since it is not predetermined, of course it can be changed!"

"I see!" Yang Ning understood the effect of the Heavenly Spirit-Word Spell. It seemed similar to the explanation of the calamity in the Primordial World Era. Small trends could be changed, and large trends, while not necessarily unchangeable, came at a great cost.

After all, Heavenly Spirit-Word Spell involve luck, and Zhao used luck to subdue the Nightmare Qi, so the level of luck is quite high.