ATPnovel Chapter 1676: 37: Yisheng Feng (2)
Chapter 1676: 37: Yisheng Feng (2)
Chapter 1676: Chapter 37: Yisheng Feng (2)Of course, with the vastness of the Southern Territory, there are certainly more than these two Major Sects. There are also the Triple Punishment Palace at the southeastern border area, Mount Sumeru at the southwestern border area, as well as Longmen Academy, Twilight Drum Academy, Blood River Sect, etc…
Throughout the present world, it should be the Southern Territory that has the most top-tier sects, and there are many historical factors in this.
But for Jiang Wang, what Southern Dipper Palace, what Sword Pavilion, it’s not crucial.
What matters is the name written in the letter.
He remembers that name.
From a long, long time ago.
So long ago that he almost thought he had forgotten.
In his childhood, there was a friend who often fought with him using wooden swords.
To say they grew up wearing the same pair of pants would not be an exaggeration. Yet when the chance of immortality descended, he was pushed into the water by that person and nearly drowned.
That person’s name…
Was Yisheng Feng.
To think that hearing this name again would be at this moment, under such circumstances.
Of course, he had imagined that at the time when he was famous across the world, that person would also, in some corner of the present world, hear of his reputation.
He knew that with that person’s character, he would never yield nor retract, he knew that as long as they both tread the long path of cultivation, they would meet one day.
But he indeed did not expect that day to come so swiftly.
The establishment and expansion of the Taixu Illusion Realm significantly strengthened the communication between present-world cultivators, accelerated the collision of geniuses from all paths, and easily traversed the vast distances between regions of the present world.
That person seems to have also grown into a very powerful existence…
Jiang Wang closed his eyes, feeling as though he were submerged in water, the suffocating feeling having never faded. It never went away… how could it be forgotten?!
Appearing again before his eyes… the silhouette of that white-haired cultivator leaving with a sword. Among the rippling water, it was so cold and resolute.
Truly long-awaited, this old dream.
Ning Jianke in the Sword Pavilion had waited a long time, but never received a reply from Jiang Wang.
Unable to hold back, he sent another message over: “Do you know him?”
Jiang Wang opened his eyes, unfurled the letter paper, and seriously replied: “I will know.”
Each word like a sword.
With dazzling sharpness.
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…
“Are you leaving today?” Ye Qingyu asked.
“Yes, I should have gone a long time ago.” Jiang Wang sat properly, eyes watching his sister not far away playing with Stupid Grey, and sighed: “This utopia is not a place for ordinary people to stay for long.”
Ye Qingyu softly said: “Who in the world is not ordinary?”
Jiang Wang was silent for a moment and said: “I have too many things on my mind.”
Ye Qingyu did not attempt to console him, only said: “Pity. I’m still not very skilled at the Dao Technique you taught.”
“The Eight Sound Flame Sparrows are somewhat complex, not that easy to master.” Jiang Wang said warmly: “If there’s anything you don’t understand, just write to me. I’ll reply timely.”
“Okay.” Ye Qingyu smiled in response.
“Brother!” Jiang Anan ran over with her short little legs.
Stupid Grey followed closely behind, its legs even shorter.
Jiang Wang looked at his sister with a gentle smile as she ran up to him, her little hands held behind her back.
“Have you finished talking about the Dao Technique with Sister Qingyu?”
“Why?” Jiang Wang laughed: “Do you want to learn too? You can’t learn it in the Circulation Realm, you know.”
He was about to seize the chance to preach some grand principles to inspire his sister to cultivate diligently.
Jiang Anan decisively shook her head: “No no. I’ve already learned a lot every day!”
Stupid Grey also shook its head vigorously, losing hair in the process.
Jiang Wang amusedly said: “Then why do you care?”
Jiang Anan, with hands still behind her back, walked to Jiang Wang, suddenly leaned forward, and buried her head in his chest. Muffled, she said: “Because you’re leaving today.”
It turned out she wasn’t so immersed in play that she forgot, but was being considerate and not wanting to interrupt Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu’s Dao Technique practice.
This even made Ye Qingyu on the side a bit embarrassed.
Jiang Wang stroked her little head, speaking warmly: “Brother isn’t not coming back. You should cultivate well at Lingxiao Pavilion, and brother will visit when he has time.”
Jiang Anan looked up, gazing at her brother: “Brother.”
Jiang Wang looked down at her tenderly: “I’m here.”
Jiang Anan brought her hands in front, slowly opening them to reveal a blue jade waistband held in them.
She smiled while raising the waist belt, her voice clear and crisp: “Happy birthday in advance!”
Jiang Wang was momentarily stunned, only then remembering that the upcoming January 28th was his birthday.
He had almost forgotten.
But seven-year-old Jiang Anan remembered.
Jiang Wang stood up with a smile, took off the waist belt conjured by the Ruyi Immortal Clothes, and seriously put on this belt given by his sister, examining it satisfied: “My sister really has an eye for things!”
“Hehe.” Jiang Anan said proudly: “I didn’t use your money to buy this, you know.”
Of course, Jiang Wang always gave his sister some pocket money, but Jiang Anan also long ago started running errands for senior brothers and sisters to “earn” money, her little money pouch quite well-filled.
“I love it so much!”
Jiang Wang patted the jade waistband, cherishing it dearly.
Jiang Anan beamed brightly.
Stupid Grey twirled around on the ground, spinning joyfully for no known reason.
Ye Qingyu watched them with a full smile.
This was an ordinary day, yet also a beautiful finality in the world.
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…
A big and a small beauty, along with a silly dog, sent off the green-robed Jiang Wang.
Watching him stride away, gradually disappearing into the horizon.
Having experienced such partings many times, although Jiang Anan was still reluctant, she no longer cried… after all, she was already a seven-year-old Roaming Meridian Realm cultivator!
Ye Qingyu held Jiang Anan’s small hand as they walked back, with Stupid Grey energetically bouncing around, showing no hint of nostalgia for its former master.
“Sister Qingyu.” Jiang Anan curiously asked: “Is the Dao Technique my brother taught hard?”
“It’s alright I suppose.” Ye Qingyu said in a relaxed tone.
With a light flick of her index finger, a cloud burst apart, transforming into countless cloud-white sparrows, chirping noisily.
The sound gradually unified, forming a beautiful melody—
Tinkling and tinkling…
Thud thud clang clang…
The music was intensely captivating, and the cloud sparrows stunningly beautiful.
“So beautiful!” exclaimed Jiang Anan.
Stupid Grey spun around on the ground, utterly gleeful, though who knows why.
Suddenly, Jiang Anan realized, tilting her head as she looked at Ye Qingyu: “But haven’t you already learned it? Why are you saying you still need my brother to teach you?”
Ye Qingyu softly dispersed the sparrows, calmly stating: “I’m not too skilled yet, so I have to study and practice more.”
She looked down at Jiang Anan: “No use calling anyone.”
“Steal? You rascal, A-Chou!” Ye Lingxiao suddenly leapt up, looking extremely outraged: “You’re stealing fish again!”
And with that, he vanished in a wisp of cloud art…
Leaving behind a whole cart of Dao skill books.