Qi, a fiery energy born from lightning strikes. If successful in weathering the storm, their essence will be transformed, achieving true power. However, failure means that centuries or even millennia...I thought Jiang Qiyun was putting me here temporarily, so I wouldn't be too distraught and rush into saving my brother recklessly.

But I hadn't expected him to really intend for me to "start from scratch" in my practice.

A child led me to a secluded place at the edge of a bamboo grove, where there were only a few simple dwellings, deserted.

Mountain spring trickles, gentle breeze caresses the sleeves.

A thin mist like gauze, tranquil and serene.

A refreshing fragrance wafted in the wind.

This small house has three rooms. On one side of the main room is a bed, and on the other side is a study.

The room only had simple bamboo futons and chairs. The table was very clean with nothing extra on it. Inside the cupboard were two or three sets of folded, neatly arranged, soft linen clothes.

There wasn't even any basic toiletries, not even a comb.

I looked at my half-dry, half-wet hair and felt a little worried. I had to sit on the steps in front of the house and shake my head, using my hand to comb it open as it dried.

"Few people have been able to come here for meditation in a hundred years, how could there be a comb..." The little boy scratched his head: "I'll get one for you."

It's nothing really, just put it up after it dries. I don't really care about dressing up.

Only here, if one's bearing is not clean and fresh, it seems to be a great disrespect to this ethereal and auspicious landscape.

"There's nothing here for amusement, but ink, paper, brushes and books are enough." The little boy pointed to the bookcase and whispered to me, "The classics here are far more perfect than those in the world."

Oh I raised an eyebrow. The mundane world cannot divulge secrets, and the Taishang Xuanmen is especially "mysterious." If that's the case, then those partially concealed and obscure contents I saw before... does this place hold the "answers"

"To be here is a great blessing. Some things the Emperor cannot reveal, even though you are close. If he were to tell you, it would be your karmic burden and his as well. Besides, I, Taishang Xuanmen, have achieved enlightenment through my own means, surpassing all words." The young boy shook his head, displaying a demeanor of a master.

Hearing this, I didn't even have time to think about whether my hair was dry or not. I immediately ran to the study and opened the bookcase.

"My goodness, bamboo slips!" I stared at the wall of "books," dumbfounded.

The little boy nodded proudly: "Smart people in the world made paper so that writing could be passed down, but they eventually disappear and are lost to the world... Some came before, carving characters onto bamboo strips, while others came after, developing and improving upon it. That's why there are so many here, including inscribed stones. I'll take you to see them later."

Heaven... When did these babies start

If part of a classic that has been lost from the world because of war or the lack of transmission, it might just be here.

"However, only a small part of them are here," the young boy shrugged. "Not all cultivators can achieve the righteous path and ascend to immortality. There are still many people in the Five Emperors' Demon King's place..."

The little boy's words sent a jolt through me.

My brother, Huicqing and Xiaogtou are still there.

My brother has a big heart. Whether it's danger or the changing times, he mostly remains calm in emergencies.

But his heart was also "very small", all he cared about most were his own relatives. This time was no different, for Da Mao, he disregarded everything.

The little boy turned and bumped me with his gourd, bringing me back to my senses.

He said with a smile, "Little Madam, all beings in the Three Realms are troubled. So the Great Daojun proclaimed the Wonderful Sutra of Protection. In all directions of the Three Realms, if your heart is sincere, it will work. If you have any worries or sorrows, why not calm down first My time has come, I'm going to serve before the Heavenly Sovereign... Farewell!"

Bye... Bye bye!

The little boy, after eating so many candies, was indeed imbued with the spirit of the new age.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

As soon as he left, there was only the sound of the wind accompanying me.

The books in this bookcase are from different eras, and the handwriting is also quite messy. It's clear that they weren't written by one person.

The Taishang Xuanmen's "No Ming Shi Bu Du" (meaning, No nameless teacher doesn't guide) states that practitioners who come to this place are almost all those with a lineage. They are serious and meticulous in their work, highly respectful of their sect and faith. Every word and sentence reveals the calmness and cultivation of the writer's mind.

I can't understand much. I skimmed through the latest few volumes on hand and found some familiar content.

The Jade Emperor of the Nine Heavens, the Supreme Pure King...

The opening line is a stroke of meticulous and humble imperial decree. Every word exudes careful consideration and deference.

But this font is too beautiful, right Using a simple knife to carve on bamboo pieces, it's like the delicate script of hairpin flowers. Every character is elegant and meticulously crafted.

This captivated me, I lost track of time. At some point, a practitioner skilled in thunder magic also came here.

It is said to be a classic of imperial edicts, yet it is like a vast and magnificent painting.

All hearts are scattered, but a single thought can purify them.

As recorded in the scroll, each character is like an image.

Azure skies, auspicious qi, divine celestial palace, thunder city a thousand miles, Jade Pivot and myriad true immortals…

I watched, holding my breath, scalp tingling—this wasn't like what people imagined, it was more like a true description.

To expose the foolishness of mankind and clarify the turbidity of the world, to eliminate all calamities from the Nine Hells and heavenly and earthly plagues —

A flash of light suddenly appeared behind me, causing me to turn around abruptly in fright.

Jiang Qiyun leaned against the door, arms crossed, looking at me faintly.

Behind him stretched the fiery hues of the sunset, casting a halo upon his shoulders. The dark patterns on his black robes flowed like starlight in the night.

My mind is still lingering on the magnificent scenes depicted in the letter, and for a moment I don't know what to say.

Jiang Qiyun didn't speak either, just looked at me quietly, his gaze falling on the letter in my hand. He knowingly curled his lips into a faint smile.

This smile pulled me back to reality — with such beauty right before me, I truly lack the discipline!

"You... you didn't say you were coming back in the evening" I stammered, trying to find something to say.

Jiang Qiyun still had a soul lamp beside him. He raised his hand and brushed his sleeve, and the soul lamp disappeared with him.

"I brought Bai Wu Chang back."

Oh no, was Qī Yé brought back to work overtime I hope this isn't going to count against me!

"I'm worried you might be afraid here, so I came early." Jiang Qiyun reached out and handed her two hairpins.

One was a blooming flower of the underworld, visible everywhere, and the other a small lotus.

“Taken from the Yinjing Heavenly Palace, use this for now.” He handed it over.

"You might as well help me trim it a bit..." It's such a hassle to manage with hair this long.

Jiang Qiyun let out a cold snort: "What Want to shave your head in protest The Supreme Profound Gate doesn't go by those rules. Cultivate with your hair, and properly deal with these three thousand worries instead."

His words held meaning, and I understood them.

He wasn't trying to completely sever me from the world, but rather wanted me to cultivate my inner self and handle things appropriately.

"Inspiring, wasn't it" He gestured toward the letter I had just been reading.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, a little excitedly. "Why do these predecessors know so much These scrolls look quite new, and these characters, these characters—"

I think this character is beautiful.

Jiang Qiyun wore a cold smile as she looked at me, her heart clear as a mirror.

——Are these words just for looks

The context will not be obscure and difficult to understand, and the wording will not use obscure characters or uncommon words.

Most importantly, this is... simplified Chinese.You, you... you've become bad!" I was a little angry.He chuckled softly and shook his head. "I'll go take a look. You stay here and don't wander off."This week the wilderness was all around me, I ran...