Chapter 44: Du Xian Sect 2 Part 1

On Pingxu Peak, inside the Sect Leader Hall.

“Yun Ting, stand up if you have something to say.” Du Xian Sect’s Sect Leader, Yulan Zhenren, looked at Lu Yun Ting with affection, his eyes full of satisfaction.

“You’d better really have something important.” Discipline Hall Elder Xuanjing Zhenren snorted coldly. “Making such a fuss by summoning all the elders, Lu Yun Ting—don’t think that just because you have a good reputation outside, you can disregard the rules.”

Lu Yun Ting knelt straight as a pine bamboo in front of the hall and said respectfully, “I apologize for disturbing the elders’ cultivation. However, this matter concerns Master’s reputation. I beg the Sect Leader and elders to grant your approval!”

“Jiyang Senior Brother?” Yulan Zhenren asked in confusion. “How did he…”

“Jiyang Uncle Master fell down!”

A young disciple stumbled into the hall, shouting loudly, “Sect Leader, bad news! Jiyang Uncle Master fell off his flying sword!”

In a flower bed in front of the Sect Leader Hall, a cluster of cute pink spiritual flowers resembling jade snow bloomed vibrantly, swaying leisurely in the wind. But in the next second, they were smashed into the mud by a falling object from the sky.

Xun Ji crawled out of the flower bed in a sorry state and cursed inwardly.

Didn’t you say using spells was instinctive for this body? That I could use them freely?!

[It is, indeed,] the System replied aggrievedly. [But sword flight is a bit special. If the Host isn’t used to flying in the air, it’s better to practice first.]

Xun Ji: “…” Useless System. One day he’d dig out its chip!

“Master!” Lu Yun Ting rushed over but froze upon seeing Xun Ji’s appearance.

The pure white, immaculate Daoist robe was covered in mud. The head of silver hair, usually as clear and cold as moonlight, was disheveled. A few pink flowers clung crookedly to the strands, looking delicate and pitiful.

The Master, who was always aloof like a descended immortal, now resembled a white crane with broken wings, its fragile neck drooping, unable to withstand a single blow.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Yun Ting’s eyes. He reached out to help Xun Ji up and said solemnly, “Who harmed Master to make you so disheveled that you couldn’t even perform the most basic sword flight?”

Xun Ji: “…” Shut up.

“Jiyang Senior Brother!” Yulan Zhenren and the other elders were also shocked. “What happened?”

Lu Yun Ting seemed to think of something, and his brows suddenly furrowed. “Could it be the work of that scoundrel from last night?!”

“Last night? Scoundrel?” Yulan Zhenren was baffled. “Yun Ting, what happened?”

“Reporting to the Sect Leader, last night Master and I… mmph!”

Xun Ji covered Lu Yun Ting’s mouth with one hand and lightly traced a few lines on his back with the other. A Forget Worry Curse silently entered his body.

Lu Yun Ting’s body stiffened for a moment before softening. He blinked in confusion.

Xun Ji calmly released him, cast a Body Cleansing Incantation on himself unhurriedly, and said to the crowd, “The kid is overreacting. He just got anxious seeing me have a slight hiccup during meditation last night and came to disturb everyone.”

“Master, why are you here?” Lu Yun Ting looked at him puzzled. “And why do I…”

“Enough, no more nonsense.” Xun Ji put on a stern face. “Don’t be so reckless next time.”

“Did Senior Brother have an issue during meditation?” Yulan Zhenren asked with concern. “Is it serious?”

“No need for Junior Brother to worry. A few days of recuperation will suffice.” Xun Ji struck a pose of immortal poise and elegance, flicked his sleeve, and said, “Farewell.”

“Wait.” Yulan Zhenren quickly stopped him. “I was just about to send someone to fetch Senior Brother. Since you’re here, it saves the trouble.”

His expression grew serious. “Senior Brother, something happened to the Passing Immortal Bridge.”

The Passing Immortal Bridge, the bridge to the heavens.

Legend had it that a thousand years ago, this world was abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. Countless mighty cultivators trained diligently, only one step away from ascension, yet they all perished without a path to the immortals. The Cultivation World’s spiritual energy depleted, unsustainable. Cultivators sought ways to survive but found none until the Passing Immortal Bridge appeared out of nowhere.

Du Xian Sect’s founding disciples cultivated beneath the bridge, their realms advancing by leaps and bounds until they crossed it to ascend. The mighty ones ascended, spiritual energy flowed back, benefiting all things. The Cultivation World, once on the brink of death, regained vitality and prospered.

Du Xian Sect thus transformed into the Cultivation World’s number one sect, bearing the mission of guarding the Passing Immortal Bridge.

“Last night, the Passing Immortal Bridge suddenly trembled for no reason, and a fragment of spiritual crystal at one corner of the bridge shattered.” Yulan Zhenren frowned tightly. “The Passing Immortal Bridge is the foundation of our world. We cannot allow any mishap. The urgent matter now is to quickly find spiritual materials to repair it.”