After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée Chapter 112

The Return Journey (2)

“Senior Brother’s parents are also mortals; mortals are not allowed to go up the mountain, but we can settle them in the township that’s under our sect’s jurisdiction.
After Little Junior Sister finishes reporting, the Internal Affairs Hall will pick them up and make arrangements for them.”

In a dilemma, Zheng Wan said, “I can’t take my parents up the mountain with me?”

“Little Junior Sister, now this, you don’t know.”

Qing Shuang leaned over slightly, his eyes full of smiles, “Mortals staying with cultivators will become unhappy after a long time.
It’s better for them to go to the township at the base of the mountain, it is more comfortable to socialise with people of the same kind.
If you’re afraid they’ll be bored, you can even open a shop for them to manage, any sort is fine.
However—this will require you to earn a lot of money.

“When the time comes, Little Junior Sister can take it as you’re attending school, and go down the mountain every six or seven days for a visit.”

Immortals and mortals are different; this has always been the case.

Lost in thought, Zheng Wan followed Qing Shuang out of the inn.

Outside the inn was a large open square, where all the people of Yuqing Sect had gathered.
She even found a few unfamiliar young cultivators, most of whom were about six or seven years old.
There was only one female cultivator around her age; she was currently smiling at her, expressing goodwill.

“Hello, I’m Bai Ling.”

“Zheng Wan.”

Zheng Wan returned her smile.

The other sects were also assembled here, and Zheng Wan discovered that Liu Yi was also here.
She had entered the Danxin Sect, and had her head hung in thought.
Her gaze swept around the square and paused when it landed on Guixu Sect.

Ten or so disciples from Guixu Sect lined up in a sword formation, surrounding ten-odd five or six-year-old shorties in the middle.
Right at the apex, stood a white-robed cultivator with his hands clasped behind his back.
The wide sleeves revealed a section of fingers that seemed to be carved out of jade.
He held a sword in his hand which seemed to be of streaming light.
Sharper than the sword was his aura; even just standing like this, he seemed profound and dignified, so staring at him made one’s eyes hurt to look at.

Zheng Wan rubbed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she saw him staring at her with those deep eyes; there was an undercurrent in them that she couldn’t quite make out.
Just as she wanted to try reading it, he looked away, expressionless once more.
His long black hair was lifted by the wind, making his face seem even paler.

“Granny, the way Cui Wang looked at me just now, it was as if he wanted to kill me.”

“With the love gu, he can’t kill you.”

After Granny Jin said she was worried about nothing, Zheng Wan was relieved.

“But——” Unexpectedly, Granny Jin gasped for breath, “When he reaches the Grand Magnificence stage and dispels the love gu, he’ll be able to kill you if he wants to.”

“……Granny!” Zheng Wan grumbled, “Whose side are you on?”

“It’s not anything surprising,” said Granny Jin calmly.
“Those who practice the Way of Impassiveness have to cut off all mortal attachments and romantic ties.
If you interfere with his will to cultivate, isn’t it taken for granted that he’ll kill you?

“……There is a price for everything,” added Granny Jin quietly.

Zheng Wan said no more.
She glanced unthinkingly at Cui Wang; he was not looking at her.
He was currently looking far into the distance with his hands clasped behind his back.
From the side, his nose was like a straight peak.
Along with a taut jawline and sharp brow bones, his features formed a killing intent.

She hurriedly withdrew her gaze, and decided to find the Non-Emptiness Sutra as soon as possible Before achieving success in cultivation, she would not step out of Yuqing Sect.

“Is everyone here?”

Qing Shuang looked around, then threw out something.
“Up!”

Zhang Wan watched as the palm-sized date boat suddenly enlarged; when it landed, it was already about sixty to seventy feet long.
It exuded a dense immortal Qi, and the boat’s body was carved with complex formation patterns, Zheng Wan felt a burst of vital energy float over—suddenly, there was nothing under her feet, and she was standing on the date boat.

The other disciples of the Yuqing Sect also entered the boat in various ways.

The young cultivators were still little after all, and when the flying boat took off in the sky, they pressed against the ledge with their butts sticking up, letting out cries of amazement as they looked out.

Riding a sword and taking a boat were two completely different sensations.