Yuan Jun Sword Chants to the Heavens, Longyi's Kind Admonishments Run Deep

That night, Eternal Longevity secretly carried Fu Heyi to the ferry crossing and hid him aboard a large ship.

Soon after, a young girl in black arrived.

She looked at the spirit boats docked at the ferry crossing. She first slipped into the one where Eternal Longevity had hidden the person and found Fu Heyi.

"He's really on the Cai Luan Spirit Boat."

Checking Fu Heyi's condition, Fu Liuhui whispered, "Nineteenth Uncle, I'm sorry. Niece can't take you with her."

She had originally planned to leave with Fu Heyi. But after much thought, what if Fu Heyi changed his mind halfway and ran to report to Fu Beidou? Wouldn't that cause trouble for Sixth Brother?

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a sword box placed on the table.

There was a small clump of dirt and ash on the box.

"..."

After a moment of thought, Fu Liuhui suddenly realized, "So this is where the flaw was? Sixth Brother hid some secret technique within those two clumps of dirt and ash?"

The young girl took this lesson to heart and gently opened the sword box.

Besides a green-edged Treasure Tool sword, there was also a note: "Girl, this is all your brother has left. Take good care of it."

"Yuan Jun Sword?"

Fu Liuhui slowly stroked the sword's body, her eyes filled with a touch of nostalgia.

The sword was three feet long and three inches wide, with no point and no scabbard. One side was inscribed with Tian Qing Talisman, and the other side bore the seal inscription "Yuan Jun," hence it was also called the Tian Qing Yuan Jun Sword.

It was the sword carried by Fu Henghua's father before his death, a top-tier Magic Treasure.

However, Magic Treasures needed to be nurtured by their owners day and night to maintain their power. Heng Hua spent his days reading, so he naturally didn't have time for this. Therefore, he sealed the Magic Treasure and locked it in the sword box, burying it at the bottom of Sword Dragon Peak. He borrowed the power of the earth's veins to slow down the loss of spiritual energy.

Sensing that Fu Liuhui was trying to take advantage of the chaos and sneak away from the island, Fu Henghua specifically retrieved the sword box and left it for her to protect herself. After all, when Fu Liuhui's parents died, she didn't receive much, and now she didn't even have a suitable Flying Sword.

"Thank you, Sixth Brother."

The Yuan Jun Sword held even more significance for Fu Liuhui.

After her parents died, she was abandoned by her elder brother. The Fu Family learned of this and brought her into their home to raise her, according to the Fu Family's order. When she was young, Fu Liuhui called them "Father and Mother" along with Heng Hua. Her swordsmanship was also personally taught by Fu Henghua's father.

It wasn't until she reached adulthood that she learned they were not her biological parents, but her uncle and aunt.

However, decades of familial affection were hard to sever. When Fu Henghua's parents died, Fu Liuhui's grief was no less than Heng Hua's. Yet, Fu Liuhui knew her boundaries and did not fight with Fu Henghua for their uncle and aunt's inheritance.

Of course, Fu Henghua's parents' belongings were not many to begin with.

Besides their travelogues and handwritten notes from their lives, there were only three Magic Treasures: the Yuan Jun Sword, the Mysterious Fire Sparrow Feather Fan, and the Thousand Treasures Ornament Box.

Pure energy emanated from the sword's body, and a pleasant sword cry resounded.

"It's been a long time."

In her childhood, her uncle taught her swordsmanship using this very Yuan Jun Sword.

And unlike Fu Henghua, who was devoted to his studies, Fu Liuhui inherited her father's swordsmanship.

Taking one last look at the unconscious Fu Heyi, Fu Liuhui bowed deeply, put away the sword box, and left.

She and Fu Henghua were around the same age and had grown up together, sharing a deep understanding.

When she went to Langhuan Pavilion that day, she had sensed something was wrong. That night, she had infiltrated Langhuan Pavilion on her own and found Fu Heyi unconscious.

But she knew her place and not only did she not inform everyone, but she also frequently visited Danruo Courtyard to create the illusion that Fu Heyi was still there.

Even the Immortal Crane Huang Qiong was taken away by her after she retrieved the Beast Taming Token. She had already arranged for it to be placed outside the island, waiting to rendezvous later.

It could be said that the Fu Family's lack of suspicion for over a month was entirely due to Fu Liuhui's efforts.

The red sun rose, and the morning dew gradually thinned.

Fu Xiangfeng accompanied a beautiful woman towards Langhuan Pavilion.

The woman was plump and kind-faced, but she was the true manager of Panlong Island. She was Fu Xiangfeng's mother, Zhang Qiulan.

Behind the mother and son were two young maids, dressed in pink floral skirts, with their hair in double buns adorned with fresh flowers.

Looking at the blooming flowers on both sides, the beautiful woman stopped and gently fanned herself with a peony silk fan:

"The flowers here by Little Sixth's place are prettier than those at Yuxiang Pavilion. Remember to send someone to keep an eye on them later, so they don't wither after he leaves."

The maids behind her respectfully agreed.

Xiang Feng looked at his mother, wanting to speak but hesitating. Seeing her about to enter Langhuan Pavilion, he finally couldn't help but say, "Mother, Heng Hua is just going out to see a friend. It's not worth such a big fuss. Why do you have to come in person?"

"It's rare for Little Sixth to have the inclination to go out and visit friends. As his aunt, I naturally cannot stand by and do nothing."

A few years ago, Zhang Qiulan had moved back to Panlong Island with several young ladies from outside. Before that, it was Heng Hua and Fu Danwei who lived there. She felt that Fu Henghua lived a hard life and couldn't help but worry about him.

As they entered Langhuan Pavilion, they heard Heng Hua speaking to Howling Fish inside.

"Take this chair. Yes, leave everything on it. I quite like this cushion. I'm not going to sit on rocks when I rest outside. Also, the pillow and bamboo mat, take them all... Of course, don't forget the Eighteen Officials of the Study, I might need them later.

"Prepare the tea, oh my... Don't be stingy, take it all. With just this little bit of tea, it might run out halfway."

Seeing the items Heng Hua was packing to take off the island, Xiang Feng's expression changed.

Is leaving the island that troublesome?

Just bring some pills, get a Qiankun Ring, and sail away later?

Thirsty? Drink some stream water. Hungry? Eat a Grain Avoidance pill. Tired? Find a place to meditate, or hide on the boat and rest.

"Alright, that's all. Put them in my ring for now, and I'll put them on the boat later. Come, help me do my hair."

Xiang Feng and Zhang Qiulan walked in. Seeing no one on the first floor, they went straight to the second.

Heng Hua was sitting in front of the mirror in his underclothes, with Howling Fish tying his hair behind him.

One of the things Heng Hua found most difficult to get used to after transmigrating was hairstyles.

In the world of cultivation, Heng Hua had initially thought that since everyone was a cultivator, they wouldn't care much about their appearance and could just manage their hair haphazardly.

But it so happened that he was born into a cultivation family.

Family traditions were very different from those of cultivation sects or rogue cultivators.

One of the biggest characteristics was the family rules and etiquette.

The more ancient a family, the more they emphasized propriety and etiquette. The Fu Family, with its thousand-year legacy, required its members to value etiquette and appearance. As the saying goes, "The body, hair, and skin are gifts from one's parents." Men, after reaching adulthood, must tie up their hair and were not allowed to wear it loose or short.

Heng Hua vividly remembered that he used to keep his hair short when he was a minor. After emerging from a seclusion session as an adult, he found his long hair troublesome and shaved it all off into a buzz cut.

That very night, he tasted his father's bamboo-slat discipline, something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

After decades, his twenty years of habits from Earth had been almost completely eradicated. Heng Hua bore the strong imprint of a Fu Family disciple.

Proper conduct, gentlemanly appearance, upholding justice...

Under the tempering of these demands, and setting aside the occasional mischievous thoughts that surfaced in his heart, judging solely by his appearance, he was indeed a jade-like gentleman stepped out of a painting.

Unfortunately, beneath the beautiful jade lay a black heart.

"Young Master, which crown will you be using?"

"This Mountain-shaped Jade Crown. Oh, and this time, don't leave the back loose; tie it all up—actually, a high ponytail might be better."

"Tie it all up."

Zhang Qiulan walked over. "When traveling, it's more convenient to tie it all up."

Oh? Was that so?

Heng Hua quietly looked at Fu Xiangfeng.

He wore a golden crown to tie up his hair, but he had a high-set ponytail at the back. Standing by the door with his sword, he looked heroic and spirited.

"Hmph, I've told your Third Brother so many times, but he never listens."

Zhang Qiulan looked disdainfully at her own son.

Fu Xiangfeng shrugged, pretending not to hear, and turned to look at the blooming peonies outside the hall.

Heng Hua stood up and greeted his Second Aunt.

"Second Aunt, I borrowed some Gold Thread from you a few days ago..."

"Didn't you return it already? It's fine. If you need more, just tell Second Aunt directly. We have plenty of Gold Thread this time anyway."

Zhang Qiulan's tone was a little off.

Heng Hua lowered his head, guessing some of the reason.

This batch of brocade with Gold Thread was sent by Baiyu Hall for the Old Master's funeral.

It would be strange if his Second Aunt was happy.

Zhang Qiulan pulled Heng Hua back to sit down, stroking the obedient young man's head, sighing in her heart: Little Sixth is so well-behaved, unlike my brat...

Looking at Xiang Feng standing by the door, she shook her head.

"Here, Second Aunt will tie your hair for you herself."

Although she said she would tie it herself, it was actually the casting of a spell called the "Hair Bun Spell."

This spell, improved from curses and witchcraft, benefited cultivators who were not skilled at braiding hair.

After emerging from seclusion, hair too long and messy?

Just chant the spell softly, and the hair would automatically trim to a normal length and tie itself up.

The only drawback was that the Hair Bun Spell could not automatically change into various hairstyles; one spell was for only one type of hairstyle.

Therefore, the caster needed to make adjustments constantly.

As the spell took effect, Heng Hua's hair automatically floated up, tied itself into a knot, and then was secured into the palm-sized Mountain-shaped Jade Crown.

Zhang Qiulan made a slight adjustment and nodded with satisfaction. "Good, good. What a handsome young man. When you go out later, remember to find a few more young ladies to bring back to see your grandfather."

Pushing for marriage?

Heng Hua choked slightly and looked at Fu Xiangfeng beside him.

Although cultivation families and sects differed, this kind of issue was unavoidable, but isn't it too early for me to be dating now?

Fu Xiangfeng clearly didn't want to get involved in the conversation. He stood by the window, gazing at the scenery, trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

After a long while, seeing Zhang Qiulan still chattering away, he couldn't help but say, "Mother, we're almost ready. We should head out."

"What's the rush? Your brother hasn't changed his clothes yet."

Glancing at the blue robe hanging on the clothes rack, Zhang Qiulan frowned. "These clothes are too loose, they'll be inconvenient for moving around."

Heng Hua hadn't been out much, so he was used to being lazy at home. His robes were mostly long gowns and deep robes, favoring comfort and looseness.

But when going out, such loose clothing would inevitably be inconvenient.

Take Fu Xiangfeng, for example. Although he wore a long robe on the outside now, underneath he wore fitted attire with sleeves tucked into his boots. When fighting, he could simply throw off his outer red robe and immediately draw his sword to leap into the water to battle water beasts.

Seeing the clothes on the rack, Heng Hua looked troubled.

He truly didn't have any fitted, treasure-like clothes like his Third Brother's.

"I guessed you wouldn't have many outfits for going out, so I specially brought you two. They're modified from your Third Brother's clothes, and they're new; he hasn't worn them yet."

Zhang Qiulan took out two sets of narrow-sleeved martial arts uniforms, one blue and one red, along with matching trousers.

The clothes were exquisitely woven with fine craftsmanship, and dense patterns concealed two protective formations.

"The red set has the Wind Fire Formation. The blue set allows for movement in water. Quickly, try them on."

Heng Hua couldn't refuse his aunt's enthusiastic offer and ended up wearing the red set. Zhang Qiulan then lectured him for a long time.

Fu Xiangfeng tried to interrupt his mother several times, but Zhang Qiulan suppressed him with a mother's authority.

"What's the rush? Your brother hasn't been out in years. What's wrong with me giving him a few more instructions this time? He's not like you, always wandering around outside."

Taking Heng Hua's hand, Zhang Qiulan listed many precautions.

Things like not casually listening to strangers, making sure to stay with his cousin... remembering not to get separated, not going to overly dangerous places...

Heng Hua smiled and agreed to his second aunt's instructions one by one.

After all, weren't elders' earnest instructions always for one's own good?

He certainly appreciated such heartwarming kindness.

"Oh, right. Is the friend you met male or female? What's their personality like, and where are they from?"

"Mother, please don't ask so many questions."

Seeing that Zhang Qiulan was about to pry further, Fu Xiangfeng quickly pulled Heng Hua out the door.

Tian Qing Yuan Jun, the third of the Fu Family's famous swords. Carved from Tian Qing jade, it is three feet long and three inches wide. One side is inscribed with the Tian Qing Lu Dharma, and the other is inlaid with the seal script "Yuan Jun," hence its name, Tian Qing Yuan Jun Sword. The sword has no point or edge, embodying the saying "benevolent path without sharpness," and belongs to this category.

Now in storage.

--Eastern Orchid Dynasty Treasury · Sword Manual · Record One