C25

Late at night

"Why did it become like this? "Why …"

As he sat there cross-legged, he stared fixedly at the shattered Xuanqing Mirror as his fists tightened slowly under his sleeves.

He once again recalled the figure that had knelt at his feet. He grit his teeth and fiercely swung his sleeve, and a powerful strike landed on Xuan Qing's mirror. The mirror immediately flew out and smashed into the wall, breaking into pieces.

At the foot of the stairs, there were wine jugs scattered all over the ground. The candlelight flickered slightly, reflecting the somewhat fair white face of the wine jug, yet it was as handsome as a demon, and he was wearing a red robe, revealing his fair skin that was white like jade, looking extremely alluring.

"Heh."

Feng Ling Jue chuckled lightly, "Forget it, why mention the past again?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps nearby.

"What's the matter?"

Feng Ling Jue raised his head to drink the wine in the pot as he spoke indifferently.

After a while, Luo Qingdeng turned a corner and walked into the great hall. He glanced at Feng Ling Jue, who was sitting on the stairs and drinking wine, and sighed helplessly.

"Lord, it's late at night. You just returned, why don't you rest first?"

Luo Qingdeng squatted in front of him and packed the empty wine jugs one by one.

"Luo Qingdeng, when did you become so long-winded?"

Feng Ling Jue laughed.

"This subordinate would not dare."

Luo Qingdeng lowered his head.

"It's been hard on you, these thirty thousand years."

Feng Ling Jue put down the wine pot and stood up shakily. He reeked of alcohol and walked slowly towards Luo Qingdeng.

Luo Qingdeng raised his eyebrows slightly, he was calm and indifferent, his tone did not fluctuate much, "It is my honor to be able to share Master's worries."

Feng Lingju stopped his movements and chuckled lightly, "You are still the same as before, you are too realistic."

"My lord has changed."

Luo Qingdeng helped Feng Ling Jue up.

"I'm not drunk."

Feng Ling Jue pushed Luo Qingdeng away, and shakily walked forward, then laughed: "Tell me, where did I change?"

Luo Qingdeng also stood up, looking at the dark red back, he frowned: Master, you still won't forget what happened in the past?

Feng Ling Jue stopped in his tracks.

"You can leave."

After being silent for a long time, Feng Ling Jue waved his hand at him.

"Milord …"

Luo Qingdeng was a little hesitant.

Feng Lingju's face immediately darkened, revealing a hint of coldness as he sternly said, "I said, get out!"

A wave of coldness assaulted him. Luo Qingdeng was startled, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Then your subordinate will take his leave."

Luo Qingdeng left the room.

After Luo Qingdeng left, the great hall once again fell into a deathly silence. Feng Ling Jue staggered a few steps back, and once again fell onto the ground.

Early morning the next day. The Mount Kunlun were very lively, and everyone was eagerly awaiting Shen Qingchen's return.

All the disciples were standing in the plaza and looking at the vast expanse of white from afar.

"Thirteenth Senior Brother, why do you think this expedition ended so early?"

In the crowd, a tall and handsome man asked another man with a straight face.

The handsome man was actually Dai Ze, and the Thirteenth Senior Brother he spoke of was Wen Lan.

"How would I know?"

Wen Lan blurted out.

Dai Ze was a little helpless, "Thirteenth Senior Brother, you have to change this habit of yours because you always have an impatient face."

"…"

Wen Lan was speechless.

"Thirty thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. I didn't expect that Eldest Brother would also become the next Sect Leader."

Dai Ze sighed, and the scenery of the Mount Kunlun changed over and over again. Time passed by very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, thirty thousand years had passed.

"Thirteenth Senior Brother, aren't you going down the mountain?"

Dai Ze asked. He seemed to remember that Wen Lan was the son of the Sect Leader, right?

"What are you doing down the mountain?"

Wen Lan turned his head and looked at Dai Ze.

"Of course it's to marry and have a child, and then inherit the Eight Diagrams Sect!"

Dai Ze said as a matter of fact.

Wen Lan remained expressionless, "You don't have to worry about that."

Dai Ze smirked, "Say it, you're not going to die even if you say it out loud?"

Just as Wen Lan wanted to say something, a commotion was suddenly heard from not too far away, and his eyes became serious. "He's back."

Dai Ze still did not understand, "Ha?"

The moment Wen Lan's voice fell, a white silhouette soared from the top of the Mount Kunlun. As his robes fluttered in the wind, everyone's eyes were focused on that slender and tall figure, he slowly descended to the ground, with his white boots embroidered with clouds and his white robes fluttering in the wind. With his hands behind his back, he was extremely handsome, with sharp eyebrows.

"Congratulations to Eldest Brother for returning safely."

Immediately after, all the disciples opened up a path. All of them bent their bodies and clasped their fists. Their voices were loud and deafening.

As Shen Qingchen looked at this Mount Kunlun that he had not seen for a long time, his deep and dark pupils remained calm and serene. Suddenly, he thought back to his tribulations of over a dozen years, his expression somewhat changed.

Stepping into the great hall, Shen Qingchen respectfully bowed with cupped fists towards the True Supreme Realm cultivator and the Tenth Elder, and said, "Disciple has returned."

The other elders were all overjoyed. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. It's been hard on you to go through this tribulation."

Shen Qingchen smiled faintly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Qingchen, you have just returned. I believe that you are also tired. Go back and rest.

The man said in a light tone.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Shen Qingchen frowned slightly and asked suspiciously.

"Qingchen, you might not know this, but the Devil Domain and Devilish Qi flourished yesterday, so that vile creature must have returned to their side. It was only because of this that you were able to succeed your position as soon as possible."

An elder stood up, it was Yun Muzi.

"An abundance of Devilish Qi?"

Shen Qingchen was startled, he felt a pressure on his chest, he thought for a moment, then nodded his head and bowed again, "Disciple understands, Disciple will take his leave."

With that, Shen Qingchen turned and left.

"That may be the case, but isn't Sect Leader being a little too anxious about this matter?"

Another elder said.

"I can't drag this on any longer."

The man sighed and said meaningfully.

Shen Qingchen stood on top of the mountain peak, and gazed at the mountain peak that was thick with black fog, which was not far away, with a grave expression. "If that's true, then could it be that he didn't die thirty thousand years ago?"

He slowly clenched his fist, and his expression turned cold.

At the same time, Feng Lingju, dressed in red, sat on a large tree with black fog lingering around him. He slightly raised his head to look at the Mount Kunlun that was surrounded by immortal energy, and could not help but chuckle.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]