Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 10 Illusion 2
A middle-aged scribe taught her the method of cultivation, and she escorted a seven-year-old boy Su Zining to Linyang City of Dasui to find a man named Xu Cheng.

It took Shen Zhiyu two months to send Su Zining to Linyang City, and then began to look for the entrance to the practice world.

After searching for nothing for a long time, when he was invited to explore the tomb of the first Tianshi, he met Qin Xi, who was also a practitioner. From the tomb, he found the way to the world of practice and obtained the first resource in his life.

Then he met the head of the Xuanji Sword Sect, who saw her extraordinary beauty, took her into his sect and brought her back to the sect.

Standing in front of the tall and majestic mountain gate, Shen Zhiyu was in a trance when she looked up and saw Wenxin Road leading straight to the sky.

It seems that I forgot something.

Shen Zhiyu frowned.

"Zhiyu, let's go." The old man in a gray Taoist robe with white eyebrows and hair said kindly.

Her intuition was a little wrong, but she didn't know where it was. Shen Zhiyu followed up obediently, "Okay." The thoughts that she wanted to think about just now faded away, and her consciousness became chaotic.

She walked up to the old man and stood still, only to see him roll up Shen Zhiyu with a flick of his sleeves and fly away in a stream of light.

Standing beside the old man, Shen Zhiyu saw a thin layer of transparent light covering the two of them. She could not feel the bumps or the sound of the wind. She saw the scene below that was shrouded in clouds and mist and became hazy and small. Skimming back, so fast that only shadows can be seen.

After about a cup of tea, the two settled down on the top of a tall mountain.

The old man pointed to the mountain at his feet, "From now on, this is your cave, you can cultivate here."

"Yes." Shen Zhiyu replied softly.

After the old man gave her a lot of materials needed for cultivation, he left lightly.

Shen Zhiyu lived in the empty cave, practiced swords, cultivated, and took care of the cave every day.

Day after day, year after year.

With the preferential treatment of a large amount of resources and excellent innate understanding, she has advanced rapidly, and her cultivation path has been unbelievably smooth. In just three years of entry, she has advanced from the third level of Qi training to the state of foundation establishment.

And this kind of cultivation speed has not been reduced in the next step.She established the foundation at the age of 19, formed the alchemy at the age of 50, and conceived the baby at the age of 130. At the age of [-], she stepped into Huashen, and became the youngest Huashen Zhenzun in the Xuanji Sword Sect.

Shen Zhiyu stood on the main hall of the sect's main peak with a dazed expression. At this moment, she was already the strongest monk in the entire sect, and even the entire Tianji.

She is invincible in the world.

It's just that she always feels ethereal and unreal. Cultivation is such an easy task, so why are there so many monks falling down on the road of seeking Taoism?

Maybe it's because she's lived too long, even her memories of the past are a bit blurred, just a vague picture.

Shen Zhiyu tried hard to recall, and some blurred images became clear little by little. When she was about to see clearly, she suddenly had a splitting headache.

No, no, no!

What is wrong?

Why does she always have a headache whenever she recalls the past, why is her heart always empty and restless.

"Ah!!!" Shen Zhiyu shouted.

She spurted out a big mouthful of blood, the pain in her mind dissipated, her thoughts that were always covered by a layer of fog gradually cleared up, and the blinded thinking broke free, and her mind was clear.

Shen Zhiyu only felt that a gust of fresh air washed away the fog in her soul, her illusory cultivation dissipated, and the power that could be truly controlled filled her whole body again.

The false memory and power disappeared, and Shen Zhiyu smiled when she realized the reality of her cultivation.

Shen Zhiyu took out the spirit sword she got from the tomb of the celestial master from the storage bag, poured all her true energy into it, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, concentrated her shoulders, and slashed at the illusion with all her strength.

"Kacha, Kacha——" There was a sound like the ice cracking, and a dark gap was split in the illusion.

Shen Zhiyu carried the spirit sword and walked towards the gap.

When she took the first step towards the crack, someone grabbed her hand, and a familiar voice rang in her ears, "Erya, Erya..."

Shen Zhiyu's heart was shaken, and her eyes slowly moved up from the hand holding her, and finally fell on a vicissitudes of life woman's face, which was the appearance of her mother in her memory.

"Erya, mother knew I was wrong, please come back, mother will love you very much..." The woman was so excited that she was incoherent as she held her hand tightly.

Shen Zhiyu closed his eyes, let her tug, and remained silent for a long time.

"Erya, mother has already regretted it. Come back and let mother make it up to you. Can you forgive mother for once?"

"Mother, I never blamed you," Shen Zhiyu opened her eyes calmly, "It's just that what happened has already happened, it cannot be undone, and it cannot be repeated. Nine years ago, you received the two taels of silver, and the fate between us as a mother and daughter is forever. It's broken."

The woman burst into tears when she heard the words.

"Mother, I know that you once protected me wholeheartedly, so I never hated you." Shen Zhiyu gently broke away from her hand, "I started a new life, I had a dream I wanted to pursue, and I found the dream I wanted. The way I'm going, I'm happy."

She smiled slightly at the woman, "At this point, the mountains are long and the rivers are wide, and there will be no more debts."

The voice fell, and the figure of the woman disappeared like smoke.

Two steps forward, a girl in a light yellow dress appeared in front of her.

When Shen Zhiyu raised her eyes to meet those clear deer-like pupils that were exactly the same as her memory, she sighed softly, "I knew you would appear."

Shen Lingyu tilted her head coquettishly, "Stay here, we will study and practice martial arts as usual, and live happily for the rest of our lives, okay?"

"If there was no experience after the fire, such a simple and peaceful life would be great, but now I am no longer the little girl who can be happy all day because of a piece of clothing and a bowl of food." Shen Zhiyu's eyes were slightly moist, She raised her hand and touched the top of Shen Lingyu's fluffy skull, "I've always wanted to tell you in person that I have already avenged the Shen family."

"Those days when I was with you, I had a good time. You gave me a shelter when I was adrift like duckweed. I am very grateful to you, but I don't want to be stuck in the memory forever. I can't get rid of it. The past is gone, the memory is old, and I don't want to look back."

Shen Zhiyu watched the delicate girl's figure gradually become transparent.

She quickened her pace, and in the end, the figure of the person she had been looking for for a long time appeared beside her.

She didn't stop. Although she wanted to find this person, what she wanted to find was a real person, not a silhouette in illusion.

The figure also dissipated, and she came to the crack.

"Why do you want to leave? Here you will have profound cultivation, noble status, unparalleled talent status, and inexhaustible cultivation resources. Here you can get whatever you want! You leave, but you have nothing It's gone!" Behind her came a familiar voice that belonged to her.

"No matter how good this place is, it's also fake. What I want, I should redouble my efforts to get it instead of living in the falsehood." Shen Zhiyu stepped out of the illusion without looking back.

　Thank you for the little cutie who voted for me (*/＼*). If possible, is there any cutie who can give me a comment? As a chatterbox, talking to myself like this every day is really painful π_π

　　
　
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