The Young Lady Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 83

Fine rain drifted like mist; even a slight breeze could make the raindrops forget their intended direction.
A’Ling looked up into the misty fine rain, at the suddenly appearing damp eyes.
From the first snowfall to its cessation, and then to its melting, those eyes appeared in A’Ling’s mind daily at unexpected moments. They were like the persistent rain in this fine mist – no matter how she held her umbrella, she couldn’t avoid the individual drops.
A’Ling gazed at the moisture already condensing on Shi Qingqian’s hair. She wondered what was wrong with this person – did she simply enjoy the natural elements, or was there some other reason? Every time they met, it was the same: snow on her shoulders or water clinging to the ends of her hair. While not exactly dishevelled, it was notably striking.
Does this person really dislike conjuring a protective barrier?
“Hm?”
Shi Qingqian saw that the person before her, though no longer trying to escape, seemed to have drifted off into thought. A’Ling merely stared, uttering no sound.
A’Ling heard the question, which carried a soft, lingering hum. Her heart suddenly felt as though raindrops were scattering within her, and she instantly snapped back to attention.
“Why are you blocking my way?” A’Ling returned to her usual composure, her expression stern as she raised an eyebrow and asked.
Shi Qingqian sighed inwardly, then repeated herself, her tone resolute: “You are hiding from me.”
As she spoke, a single water bead dripped from the slanted umbrella, creating a surprisingly large ripple in the small puddle at A’Ling’s feet.
A’Ling’s gaze flickered. She straightened her neck and slightly stiffened her back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she retorted. “Are you some kind of demon or ghoul? Why would I hide from you?”
Then she emphasized, “You, on the other hand, can’t seem to walk properly. You deliberately choose to block the path. Hurry up and move aside, I have things to attend to.”
As soon as she finished speaking, A’Ling looked left and right, as if searching for a good opening to break through.
Her appearance clearly showed she was still trying to avoid her.
As Shi Qingqian watched A’Ling’s evasive movements, the fine rain, no longer fully blocked by the slanted umbrella, began to blow onto A’Ling’s face.
Shi Qingqian’s hand, loosely holding the umbrella, slowly tightened. Her other hand, hanging by her side, subtly moved, and a protective barrier instantly appeared around A’Ling.
A’Ling stared at the sudden protective barrier that now encased her, her brows furrowed tightly. What did this mean?
She couldn’t help but halt her steps, raising an eyebrow to look at Shi Qingqian. Her gaze met Shi Qingqian’s obstinate, profound eyes.
Shi Qingqian lowered her brows, the intensity in her eyes seemingly deepening.
“If you’re not hiding from me, why do you leave as soon as I arrive?”
A’Ling chuckled. “Did your brain get scalded by boiling water and sprout flowers? Didn’t I start leaving first, and then you arrived?”
Shi Qingqian sighed softly inwardly, reluctantly letting the matter go. She asked, “Then what about now? If I say I have something I need you for, will you still leave?”
A’Ling’s eyebrow twitched. This person is really persistent enough.
“What is it?”
But before Shi Qingqian could open her mouth, A’Ling quickly emphasized, “I’m in a hurry. If you have something important to say, just say it. Don’t waste time on trivialities.”
As A’Ling spoke, she nudged the slightly tilted umbrella handle, intending to push the umbrella covering her back towards Shi Qingqian.
The moisture on her hair bun had already formed a dense, connected layer.
Shi Qingqian’s hand, holding the umbrella handle, subtly moved with the pushing force. As the umbrella canopy shifted back into place, the light that had been momentarily blocked now streamed through.
The light seemed to fall directly into Shi Qingqian’s eyes, and the previous profoundness in them diminished considerably.
“This is for you.”
With her free hand, Shi Qingqian held a plain white porcelain bottle, as unblemished as her own palm, and offered it to A’Ling.
A’Ling only glanced at it, then shook her head and refused: “I don’t want it.”
She didn’t even ask what it was.
Over the past month, Shi Qingqian had sent her far too many things. Otherwise, A’Ling wouldn’t have been avoiding her so diligently.
This person was also remarkably forceful when giving gifts. A’Ling had furthermore realized that while Shi Qingqian appeared cool and detached, seemingly indifferent to everything, ethereal and beyond the mortal realm, she was, in fact, incredibly obsessive.
These two qualities on one person created an indescribable sense of dissonance.
A’Ling wondered if her former understanding of Shi Qingqian had been incomplete, or if Shi Qingqian had always been this sort of person, or perhaps had only now suddenly become pig-headed and obstinate.
Regardless of whether A’Ling refused her face-to-face, or conveyed disinterest through her actions, or didn’t even spare the items a glance – as long as Shi Qingqian intended to give them, they would ultimately appear in A’Ling’s cave abode.
Initially, when A’Ling refused her verbally, she would see the disappointment in Shi Qingqian’s eyes and feel a pang of reluctance. This led her to simply avoid Shi Qingqian altogether later on. But what she hadn’t anticipated was that while she could hide herself, she couldn’t escape the gifts.
Every time she returned to her cave abode, the first thing she saw was the hand-woven rattan basket at the entrance.
Shi Qingqian, at least, was consistent; no matter what she sent, the baskets used were always identical, allowing anyone to recognize her gifts at a glance.
Shi Qingqian saw A’Ling refuse her offering without even a glance, and her hand gripping the porcelain bottle tightened imperceptibly. She explained, “This is Scar-Healing Balm. It helps to fade the red patterned scar on your shoulder.”
She knew that for it to be completely removed, one would need to reach the Soul Transformation Stage, Great Ascension cultivation. She was already striving to break through to that realm. Until then, she hoped this balm could at least lighten the scar.
A’Ling’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the effect of the item in Shi Qingqian’s hand. She instantly understood Shi Qingqian’s current intentions.
In truth, she had long since stopped caring about the scar. When Shi Qingqian had first proposed they become Dao Companions, A’Ling had only brought it up as a reason for Shi Qingqian to give up.
It wasn’t that she cared much about this scar.
The red markings were hidden beneath her clothes; no one could see them unless she undressed. In her daily life, she rarely even thought about them.
“No need, I don’t need it.” A’Ling directly refused.
Shi Qingqian’s brows furrowed slightly, and her extended hand remained steadfastly raised, showing no hint of withdrawal.
A’Ling’s heart faltered. Here it comes, that expression again. Every time she refused, the light in Shi Qingqian’s eyes would dim, replaced by a wounded, fractured hesitation that always made one wonder if they were being overly cruel, even with a mere glance.
A’Ling’s hand, which had been hanging at her side, reached behind her and subtly lifted. Her hand formed a fist, index and middle fingers pressed together, and she began to draw in the air, tracing an invisible pattern over a blank talisman paper she had just conjured in her other hand.
It has to succeed, A’Ling silently chanted the spell in her heart. As the temperature of the spell fire in her palm rose, A’Ling’s heart beat faster and faster.
When a square frame of golden light materialized at her feet in the void, A’Ling’s heart swelled with elation.
When her vision went black, A’Ling directly cried out: “It succeeded——”
“A’Ling?”
Gu Jingyang gazed at the A’Ling who had appeared so abruptly before her, her slightly closed eyes widening in a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“You can use spatial teleportation now?” Gu Jingyang said with a smile. “Did you specifically teleport here just to show us?”
The moment A’Ling opened her eyes and saw Gu Jingyang, her initial elation transformed into pure wildness – the kind that bordered on frenzy.
“What’s going on, why did I teleport here?” A’Ling looked at her hand in confusion. Where did the spell just go wrong?
I clearly wanted to go back to my cave abode.
How did I end up back at Lan Fushang’s cave abode?
“A’Ling, what’s wrong? Did you forget something?” Lan Fushang was startled when she saw A’Ling suddenly appear.
A’Ling shook her head. No, she hadn’t forgotten anything. She looked at Gu Jingyang and asked, “My spatial teleportation spell just now was intended to take me back to my own cave abode. Why did I end up in Fushang’s instead? Did my spell fail?”
Gu Jingyang raised an eyebrow: “Where did you use the spatial teleportation spell?”
A’Ling pointed outside the cave abode: “Right at the entrance.”
Gu Jingyang’s eyelid twitched. She looked at A’Ling up and down with great confusion: “For such a short distance, why would you use spatial teleportation…?”
A’Ling shook her head, explaining, “I wasn’t trying to return here; I was trying to go back to my cave abode. It simply teleported me here.”
She certainly wasn’t bored enough to use a spatial teleportation spell for just a few steps and waste spiritual energy.
“That’s because your spell mastery isn’t complete yet,” Gu Jingyang explained. “It can only teleport you to the nearest cave abode, and that just happens to be here.”
After A’Ling heard this, all her earlier elation vanished. She had thought that a desperate rabbit would indeed jump over the wall. She had jumped, alright, but unfortunately, she’d jumped over the wrong wall.
Gu Jingyang saw A’Ling’s disappointed expression and was about to offer a few words of comfort, but then she saw Shi Qingqian slowly walk in through the entrance.
She glanced at Shi Qingqian, then at the vexed expression on A’Ling’s face, and immediately understood why A’Ling had suddenly felt the need to use a spatial teleportation spell.
Gu Jingyang leaned close to A’Ling and whispered: “You still say you’re not hiding from Qingqian, you even used spatial teleportation.”
What a pity, her skill isn’t refined enough, she teleported herself back. How can she run now? The person is blocking the entrance.
Gu Jingyang stood up and smiled slightly at Shi Qingqian: “Qingqian, come and sit.”
A’Ling glared at the happily smiling Gu Jingyang: “It’s not your cave abode, why are you inviting people?”
Gu Jingyang smiled, not refuting, and turned her head to look at Lan Fushang, her gaze seeming to say, You are the master, you have the final say.
Lan Fushang immediately stood up and invited Shi Qingqian: “Sit, sit, Shi Qingqian, sit here.”
As she spoke, she moved aside: “I’ll go brew a pot of tea.”
Upon hearing Lan Fushang’s offer of tea, Gu Jingyang and A’Ling immediately exchanged glances. Both discerned unpleasant memories reflected in the other’s eyes.
Lan Fushang’s tea… if it’s that special blend she made, the kind said to clear the mind and sharpen the vision…
That taste was truly unique, unforgettable after just one sip.
Such a special tea, if only she and A’Ling had experienced it, it would be a bit of a waste.
Gu Jingyang winked at A’Ling, then swiftly cast a glance at Shi Qingqian.
A’Ling immediately understood. She pressed her lips together firmly, trying to make her expression more natural.
Since there might be a good show to watch, A’Ling was no longer in a hurry to leave. She promptly settled herself onto a seat.
Gu Jingyang smiled as she sat down with Shi Qingqian, her grin widening once she saw the familiar tea brew.
A’Ling also desperately wanted to laugh, but a sudden burst of laughter would be abnormal. She forcefully straightened the corners of her lips, her gaze fixed on the clear yellow tea brew.
Gu Jingyang pointed at the tea brew and asked Lan Fushang, “Is this the mind-clearing, vision-sharpening tea we drank at A’Ling’s place last time?”
Lan Fushang nodded. “Mhm. Has A’Ling finished hers? If she has, I still have plenty here.”
A’Ling immediately shook her head: “I don’t like drinking tea, there’s still a lot left.”
Gu Jingyang didn’t expose her, turned to look at Shi Qingqian, and smiled: “Qingqian, try this tea.”
Shi Qingqian raised an eyebrow and cast a glance at Gu Jingyang, yet her peripheral vision remained fixed on A’Ling. She noticed A’Ling feigned indifference, but was actually stealing glances at her.
She knew about this tea cake. Back then, when A’Ling had entertained Gu Jingyang, Shi Qingqian had still been in the form of a Mutated Beast, recuperating from her injuries in A’Ling’s cave abode.
She had seen the two of them in their dishevelled state, perfectly clear.
No wonder the person who was originally trying to hide from her isn’t in a hurry to leave now.
Shi Qingqian feigned ignorance, lowering her gaze and casting a sideways glance at the person who was barely containing her amusement.
She calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and raised an eyebrow. After a moment of savoring, she seemed to find it quite pleasant, and took two more sips.
She noticed Gu Jingyang and A’Ling on either side, their eyes practically bulging from their sockets as she drank.
When A’Ling saw Shi Qingqian’s seemingly blissful expression, confusion instantly arose. She couldn’t help but ask, “How is it? Is it good?”
Gu Jingyang also raised her eyebrows high, gazing at Shi Qingqian and wondering why she wore such an expression.
“It’s excellent. Fresh, sweet, and mellow, with a smooth mouthfeel and a lingering, ethereal aftertaste,” Shi Qingqian said, taking another sip.
“Huh?” A’Ling exclaimed in bewildered confusion. She couldn’t help but look at Gu Jingyang, her eyes seemingly asking, What is going on?
Gu Jingyang turned her head to look at Lan Fushang: “Is this tea not the same as the tea given to A’Ling?”
Lan Fushang was a little hesitant when asked: “What?”
Gu Jingyang guessed that perhaps Lan Fushang’s tea cakes here were different from those at A’Ling’s place. Was this batch delicious?
She couldn’t help but pick up a teacup. The moment the clear yellow tea brew touched her lips, her gaze flickered towards Shi Qingqian, her eyes filled with disbelief.
But it was only for an instant – so fleeting that A’Ling didn’t even notice – before Gu Jingyang regained her composure.
“Excellent, indeed fragrant, sweet, and smooth, leaving a delightful aroma in the mouth,” Gu Jingyang nodded, taking another sip.
Lan Fushang felt a little embarrassed hearing their effusive praise. She enjoyed incorporating medicinal herbs into everyday edibles, a practice she called ‘dietary therapy’.
Like this mind-clearing, vision-sharpening tea, and like the refreshing, invigorating crispy candy she had sent to A’Ling and the others before.
She hadn’t expected them to actually like it so much. In that case, she could make more in the future, and send a portion to Shi Qingqian too.
A’Ling thought to herself, what a pity. Fushang’s tea this time probably wasn’t made with the same ingredients as last time. She had originally wanted to see Shi Qingqian make a fool of herself.
Now, she had simply enjoyed a good cup of tea.
A’Ling picked up the teacup in front of her. She had been so desperate to escape moments ago that she’d even resorted to a spell, and now she was parched.
She took a large gulp, and the very next second, that familiar nauseating sensation assailed her palate.
“Ugh——” She spat out all the tea water in one go.
She looked up at Shi Qingqian in shock: “You were faking it?!”
Gu Jingyang was beside herself with amusement. She hadn’t expected A’Ling to fall for the same trick a second time.
But it’s not her fault, Gu Jingyang thought, wasn’t I also fooled by this trick I’ve used before?
It was also because Qingqian’s acting was too good; her natural demeanor just now had even fooled me.
Shi Qingqian pursed her lips, looking at A’Ling’s surprised expression, her eyes full of amusement.
This expression made her seem far more lively than her cool, detached demeanor in the fine rain outside moments ago.
After A’Ling realized she had been fooled, she turned her head away in annoyance, but didn’t forget to glare fiercely at Gu Jingyang.
To think she trusted her so much, yet she helped Shi Qingqian trick me! Just wait and see, I’ll get my revenge eventually.
“A’Ling, what’s wrong?” Lan Fushang hurried forward to help the stooping A’Ling, who was spitting out tea, and anxiously offered a handkerchief, “Did you choke?”
She asked worriedly, while using the handkerchief to wipe away the tea soup that had spilled from the corner of A’Ling’s lips down to her neck.
A’Ling took the handkerchief from Lan Fushang’s hand and wiped herself, gritting her teeth, “It’s fine, it was too hot.”
“Ah? Then let me blow on it for you, so you can drink it when it’s cooler.”
Lan Fushang hadn’t expected this reason, but A’Ling did drink quite quickly just now. She quickly poured another cup for A’Ling and fanned it with her hand.
Gu Jingyang looked at Lan Fushang’s oblivious demeanor, her smile deepening. These two are truly something, one more easily fooled than the other. She glanced at the three teacups on the table and asked Lan Fushang with a smile, “You made these tea cakes yourself, why don’t you drink them?”
Lan Fushang looked a little shy. There are no tea leaves in Mystic Crane Mountain; these were bought from outside after the Crane Gate opened. She wasn’t wealthy to begin with, and tea leaves are quite expensive nowadays, so she was reluctant to drink them herself.
“I don’t like drinking tea.”
A’Ling had already returned to normal. Hearing Lan Fushang’s words, she nodded: “That’s a good habit.” After speaking, she glanced over, glaring at Gu Jingyang, intending to remind her not to discourage Lan Fushang. When her gaze fell upon Shi Qingqian, A’Ling pouted. She truly hadn’t expected Shi Qingqian to be so childish! She was increasingly unable to discern what kind of person Shi Qingqian truly was.
“By the way, Qingqian, you came here for something, didn’t you?” Gu Jingyang said, returning to business after her amusement.
Shi Qingqian nodded slightly, and as she spoke, she handed Gu Jingyang something she had just taken from her Universe pouch.
“Regarding the matter of repairing the barrier in Pi Lingyun Valley, we depart in one month. This time, only the Master of the Kinship Peace Abode will remain on guard at the Sword Cultivator Abode. The other three Lords will each lead a team to Pi Lingyun Valley.”
As Gu Jingyang listened, she examined what Shi Qingqian had given her. It turned out to be Osmanthus Crispy Custard candies. After taking a piece and putting it in her mouth, she casually handed the food box to A’Ling.
A’Ling was also going to Pi Lingyun Valley, so she listened attentively when Shi Qingqian mentioned these matters. The fact that three Sword Cultivator Lords were going this time suggested that the matter was not simple.
Seeing Gu Jingyang passing her something, she accepted it casually. Upon seeing that it was Osmanthus Crispy Custard candies, she also casually took one and put it in her mouth.
Only when she saw Shi Qingqian, who was speaking, pause her gaze on her, with a smile in her eyes, did A’Ling realize that this was something Shi Qingqian had just produced.
The Osmanthus Crispy Custard candies melted slowly in her mouth. This time, they were truly fragrant, sweet, and comfortable to the taste. The nauseating feeling of bitter medicine mixed with vinegar from moments ago was instantly cleared.
Seeing that A’Ling had used them, Shi Qingqian lightly touched her fingers together under the table and continued speaking.
“This mission is complex; it’s not just as simple as repairing a barrier. Recently, the three peaks have successively discovered ghostly fiends trying to break through the barrier. It is likely that some part of the barrier has already developed a crack, allowing ghostly fiends to escape. Any ghostly fiend that can escape Pi Lingyun Valley must not be simple. When you encounter them face-to-face, you must be extremely cautious.”
After Shi Qingqian finished speaking, she looked at A’Ling, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
A’Ling raised an eyebrow. What did she mean, she needed to be careful? Did she look like someone who didn’t know how to be cautious?
She felt a little indignant and thought to herself, since the three Sword Cultivator Lords are each leading a team, it would be best not to be in the same team as Shi Qingqian.
Every time she saw her now, she felt uneasy all over.
However, A’Ling’s thoughts seemed to go unheard by the deities. On the day of departure, upon hearing the team assignments discussed by the three peaks, A’Ling couldn’t help but suspect that Shi Qingqian had made arrangements in advance.
Fortunately, Gu Jingyang and Lan Fushang were with her, all in Shi Qingqian’s team.
The only unexpected people were Xing Yanchu and Zhao Shan.
These two saw her and were quite fearful, shrinking into a corner, far from the others, appearing mentally disoriented.
Besides Shi Qingqian, the other two Sword Cultivator Lords leading teams were Gong Shuangyu and Yun Jingying.
Gong Shuangyu saw A’Ling and her expression was unfriendly, but she said nothing, merely waiting for the Peak Master to send the Pi Lingyun Valley pass token.
A’Ling thought that she was probably holding a grudge because she had lost a valuable medicinal pill betting on A’Ling having demonic energy during the cave abode trial last time. But it didn’t matter, as she wouldn’t be in the same team as her this time, so they might not even see each other.
The other was Yun Jingying, the Master of Sovereign Peace Abode. She was devoted to the path of the sword, did not handle daily affairs, and her combat power was superior to Gong Shuangyu’s.
These three would each lead two Sword Cultivator disciples, two Spiritual arts cultivator disciples, and two Medical Cultivator disciples, making a total of seven people per team.
A’Ling looked at their team composition. Xing Yanchu and Zhao Shan were Sword Cultivator disciples. She and Gu Jingyang were Spiritual arts cultivator disciples, and Lan Fushang was a Medical Cultivator disciple. That meant their team was short one Medical Cultivator.
Just as she was about to ask Lan Fushang if she knew who the other Medical Cultivator was, she suddenly saw an acquaintance arriving on sword.
When that person walked up to their team, A’Ling’s eyes widened in disbelief.
It was Elder Qi Yu! She was the other Medical Cultivator in their team.
What kind of destiny was this?
A’Ling gazed at this former master from her previous life, her heart deeply touched.
She would never forget Elder Qi Yu’s last glance at her in her previous life, the disappointment and pity in her eyes.
A’Ling suddenly clutched her chest. This was also one of her past regrets. She really wanted to tell Elder Qi Yu that she had truly been framed back then.
“What’s wrong, A’Ling? Your complexion looks a bit unwell.” Lan Fushang said with concern, looking at A’Ling, who had suddenly turned pale. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Hearing her words, everyone’s gaze unanimously turned towards A’Ling.
Elder Qi Yu also glanced at A’Ling, then paced over to her side and handed her a small blue porcelain bottle. “Heart-Calming Pill,” she said. “It has miraculous effects in treating heart palpitations.”
After the initial shock, A’Ling gratefully accepted it. She hadn’t expected Elder Qi Yu to proactively speak to her, much less offer her a medicinal pill.
In her previous life, after she formally became Elder Qi Yu’s disciple, the Elder had rarely spoken to her, merely providing her with medical cultivation techniques and insights, expecting her to comprehend them on her own.
“Thank you, Elder Qi Yu.”
Qi Yu raised an eyebrow slightly: “You know me?”
A’Ling thought, oh no. In this life, they shouldn’t know each other yet.
“No, I don’t know you. I guessed,” A’Ling quickly fabricated an excuse. “I’d merely heard descriptions of the Elder’s appearance and made an educated guess.”
Qi Yu slightly lowered her eyes, concealing the trace of suspicion in her aged eyes.
A’Ling’s explanation wasn’t entirely impossible. Generally speaking, cultivators could preserve their youthful appearance; their looks and age at the time of their Golden Core formation could be maintained indefinitely if the cultivator so wished.
However, some exceptionally talented cultivators, who formed their Golden Core in their youth, would still allow their appearance to age naturally to appear more imposing, only solidifying it at the stage they wished to retain.
But generally, few cultivators preferred an aged appearance. They cultivated precisely to achieve immortality and longevity, so why would they wish to grow old?
Therefore, within Mystic Crane Mountain, there were very few cultivators with an elderly appearance.
Elder Qi Yu was probably one of the most aged-looking individuals among them.
A’Ling, back then, had felt a unique emotional connection because Elder Qi Yu’s appearance bore a slight resemblance to Jin Siliu. That was why Elder Qi Yu’s final look of disappointment had caused her such profound heartache.
Shi Qingqian had noticed A’Ling’s unusual behavior from the very beginning. She already knew the exact members of the team. This Elder Qi Yu, aside from her somewhat distinctive appearance, had no particular rumors associated with her in Mystic Crane Mountain. So why did A’Ling react this way upon seeing her?
But before she could think deeply, Shan Xinci ordered someone to send three 【Dawnfire Radiance Tokens】.
Shi Qingqian looked at the small print at the bottom of the 【Dawnfire Radiance Token】 in her hand. They were going to the Dust Spirit Formation Manor.
Pi Lingyun Valley was centrally located within Mystic Crane Mountain, a valley enclosed by a circular mountain range with interconnected peaks.
Above the valley was the Heaven’s Gate Suppressing Evil Barrier, and the spell engravings that activated the barrier were distributed within three formation manors, namely the Dust Spirit Formation Manor, the Blazing Spirit Formation Manor, and the Silent Spirit Formation Manor.
The formation spell they were going to repair was within the Dust Spirit Formation Manor.
She looked up and saw Gong Shuangyu had already raised her token for her companions to see; they were going to the Blazing Spirit Formation Manor.
As for Yun Jingying, she was going to the remaining Silent Spirit Formation Manor.
Gu Jingyang had remained silent until now. Seeing Shan Xinci deliver the pass tokens, she watched Gong Shuangyu and Yun Jingying instructing their respective teams on various precautions.
Her gaze swept over the two. Within Mystic Crane Mountain, Sword Cultivators inherently possessed the strongest combat prowess, and this time, three out of the four Sword Cultivator masters had been dispatched.
As far as Gu Jingyang knew, these two in front of her were the two strongest among the original four Sword Cultivator masters.
Now, including Shi Qingqian, it meant that the three most powerful Sword Cultivators were being deployed together this time.
Was this truly just about repairing a barrier?
But if not, would just this small group of them truly be enough?
Gu Jingyang cast a worried glance at A’Ling, then slowly walked to Shi Qingqian’s side.
“Qingqian, do you feel that this matter is strange?”
Shi Qingqian glanced sideways at Gu Jingyang, nodded slightly, her expression solemn: “Be careful.”
She paused, her tone slightly hesitant, carrying a hint of a plea, and added, “Keep an eye on A’Ling.”
She felt a subtle unease in her heart.