My Dream Is to Join the Qingshan Sect and Cultivate

"Ying'er!"

At the sight of her, Yi Feng's eyes lit up. The girl before him was none other than his childhood sweetheart, Peng Ying. They had not seen each other for several months.

"Mhm!"

Peng Ying nodded.

"Come, sit inside." Yi Feng took her delicate hand and said with a smile.

"No." Peng Ying pulled her arm free from Yi Feng's grasp. She seemed to want to speak but held back, and only after a long while did she say, "I won't sit. I just came to see you. Oh, I have good news for you—I successfully entered the Qingshan Sect and became an Outer Disciple."

"Really? Then congratulations," Yi Feng said.

Yet his heart felt rather complicated.

On one hand, he was happy for Peng Ying.

On the other, out of selfishness, he did not want Peng Ying to cultivate. After all, that meant they might go long periods without seeing each other.

"I know you don't want me to cultivate." Peng Ying sighed emotionally and said, "But joining the Qingshan Sect to cultivate has always been my dream. Since I was able to enter the Qingshan Sect, you should be happy for me."

Yi Feng wore a bitter smile.

He let out a sigh.

But it was true. Everyone had their own path, and he really should support Peng Ying's dream.

"It's good that you've accepted it." After pondering for a moment, Peng Ying added, "I'll be leaving now. I'm afraid I won't come looking for you again in the future."

With that, she headed for the door.

Yi Feng wanted to say something, yet did not know how to begin. Still, he understood Peng Ying's words. Since she had begun cultivating, it meant they were no longer walking the same road.

Yet having lived through two lifetimes, Yi Feng was able to let it go. After all, everyone had their own pursuits.

With this in mind, Yi Feng caught up to Peng Ying and called out, "I wish you well. But Uncle and Auntie..."

"I'll take good care of them," Peng Ying said after a slight pause.

Yi Feng nodded. His own parents had vanished without a trace when he was young, while Peng Ying's parents had always treated him very well. Thinking of this, he held out the kitchen knife in his hand and said, "I don't have much to give you. I remember Auntie once said she wanted me to forge her a kitchen knife when I had time. Please take this to them for me."

Peng Ying frowned slightly as she looked at the kitchen knife in Yi Feng's hand, her expression beyond words.

"Ying'er, are you done? We need to return to the sect."

At that moment, a white-robed young man approached from the side, a longsword clasped in his arms. He asked Peng Ying gently.

"Brother Wujie, wait for me. I'll be done right away. Oh, this is my friend, Yi Feng," Peng Ying said softly.

"All right, hurry up then," the young man said gently. As for Yi Feng, he did not even spare him a glance. He was merely a mortal, unworthy of a greeting.

"Who is he?"

Yi Feng furrowed his brow.

Peng Ying's expression was complicated. She sighed before finally saying, "I hope you won't blame me. You know my aptitude is only average. It was all thanks to his help that I was able to enter the Qingshan Sect. I can't let him down."

"As for this knife, keep it for yourself!"

With that, Peng Ying quickly caught up to the white-robed young man and vanished from Yi Feng's sight.

Peng Ying's words echoed in Yi Feng's ears.

She could not let him down—but what did that make Yi Feng?

What a bitter irony!

"Fuck!"

Yi Feng cursed.

"Fine, then forget it."

He put away the kitchen knife and placed it in the kitchen.

"Disciple, watch the shop."

After giving that instruction, Yi Feng flopped into his reclining chair. Two cups of wine later, he fell into a deep sleep.

Qingshan Sect's main hall.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat at the head of the hall with a stern expression. Below him stood Luolan Xue and the others, along with the Qingshan Sect's elders. The Personal Disciples of each elder stood behind their respective masters as well.

It was rare for the elite of the entire Qingshan Sect, from top to bottom, to gather together like this.

The whole hall was steeped in a heavy, solemn atmosphere.

The duel between Old Ancestor Qingshan and the Black Tortoise Ancestor would not be called off just because Old Ancestor Qingshan had broken through.

They had originally believed that once Old Ancestor Qingshan reached the Martial King realm, there would be no suspense in this duel. But just moments ago, they had received certain news that the Black Tortoise Ancestor had entered the Martial King realm ten years earlier.

This news sent the Qingshan Sect's emotions soaring and plunging like a roller coaster.

One was Old Ancestor Qingshan, who had only just entered the Martial King realm. The other was the Black Tortoise Ancestor, who had been a Martial King for ten years. Who was stronger was obvious at a glance.

"Everyone, put your heads together and offer some ideas!" Zhu Yun, the Qingshan Sect's Sect Master, said gravely beneath Old Ancestor Qingshan.

The hall fell silent.

Before absolute strength, every scheme was but an illusion.

Could the Qingshan Sect truly be driven to its end because of this?

Just then, a white-robed young man carrying a sword stepped forward. He was the Personal Disciple of one of the elders. If Yi Feng had been here, he would have recognized him as the very man who had appeared earlier with Peng Ying.