The Record of Immortal Cultivation

The autumn wind was bleak, unable to disperse the dilapidation in the imperial city.

Walking in this desolate and dilapidated imperial city, Xu Yuxiu and Yan Xiangyu both seemed a little silent.

Both of them looked worried.

Xu Yuxiu deliberately slowed down her pace, one step behind Yan Xiangyu, and followed her.

Looking at Yan Xiangyu who was walking steadily in front of her, Xu Yuxiu always felt that her shoulders were a little heavy, as if she was carrying some invisible weight.

Just like before, she had almost the same feeling when she saw Yu Xuanji's back.

Perhaps as a true disciple of Taixuan Sect, you have to shoulder a lot of things.

However, Xu Yuxiu has little experience with these.

After all, she is still just an outer disciple of Taixuan Sect.

How could she, who was not even an inner disciple, understand how a true disciple like Yan Xiangyu felt about shouldering a heavy burden?
"Yan"

She paused slightly, wanting to stop Yan Xiangyu and say something, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know how to say them out, so she couldn't help but swallow them again.

Yan Xiangyu paused slightly and noticed something unusual about Xu Yuxiu. She looked back with a smile and asked, "Junior sister, what do you want to say?"

Hearing this, Xu Yuxiu pondered for a moment, then mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth to ask: "Senior Sister Yan, it's really not you who did it, is it?"

What she asked was exactly Qingfeng's previous question.

As early as when he heard those words, Xu Yuxiu had already heard that Qingfeng was questioning whether the death of Prince Daxuan was related to Yan Xiangyu.

In fact, Qingfeng's words at that time were already very clear, and even a random person could understand the meaning of her words.

Xu Yuxiu didn't believe that Yan Xiangyu existed at that time and had not heard of it.

And even after hearing it, Yan Xiangyu still pretended to be ignorant and was playing tricks on others.

This made Xu Yuxiu also doubt whether the death of Prince Daxuan was really related to Yan Xiangyu, the true disciple of Taixuan Sect.

If it was really related to Yan Xiangyu, she couldn't imagine what would happen next.

It took her almost all the courage to ask this question.

This time, Yan Xiangyu didn't make any excuses, but she didn't answer directly either. Instead, she smiled slightly, looked at Xu Yuxiu, and asked, "What do you think, little junior sister?"

Xu Yuxiu was startled.

I don't know how to answer.

Naturally, she didn't want Prince Daxuan's death to be related to Yan Xiangyu.

But everything can't always be as she hopes.

Especially something so important.

Xu Yuxiu shook her head bitterly, neither daring to confirm nor deny, and said with difficulty: "I don't hope it was Senior Sister Yan who did it."

"Ok!"

Yan Xiangyu nodded: "Since Junior Sister doesn't want me to do such a thing, then naturally I won't do anything that makes Junior Sister unhappy."

"Really!"

When Xu Yuxiu heard this, she felt happy for no reason. She didn't know why this happened, but she was inexplicably happy.

But immediately, she became a little confused and asked: "Then how did Prince Daxuan die?"

"He!"

Yan Xiangyu almost didn't have time to think before he replied: "It should be that the seal of the Nine Dragon Cauldron was broken, which caused the backlash of the blood connection. With his little cultivation, he naturally couldn't withstand the force of the blood backlash, so he died like this!"

Her answer seemed to make sense.

Xu Yuxiu also nodded: "So that's it!"

Immediately, she asked again: "Then why don't you explain it clearly to Senior Sister Qingfeng, otherwise Senior Sister Qingfeng wouldn't be so angry."

"Junior sister, are you blaming me?"

Yan Xiangyu suddenly came closer, startling Xu Yuxiu.

But this time, Xu Yuxiu did not avoid it in a hurry. She met Yan Xiangyu's eyes and stared at Yan Xiangyu's eyes, trying to see something from them.

Yan Xiangyu's eyes were very bright, and her dark brown pupils were like a clear pool, reflecting her appearance.

In it, no one else could be seen except herself.

It was as if Yan Xiangyu only had her in his eyes at this moment. This made Xu Yuxiu's cheeks feel hot. She no longer dared to look at Yan Xiangyu and couldn't help but avoid looking at her.

"Little junior sister is still so shy!"

Yan Xiangyu said teasingly, then moved away, turned around and continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Xu Yuxiu also raised her foot and followed him.

While walking, Yan Xiangyu asked again: "Little junior sister, what have you gained from this trip to Daxuan Kingdom?"

These words brought back Xu Yuxiu's memories.

This trip to Daxuan Kingdom lasted only a little over a year, whether it was long or short.

This is nothing to a monk.

But in this short period of more than a year, she experienced a lot.

Not only did he successfully break through the foundation building, but he also transformed his spiritual roots, achieved spiritual body, and had various opportunities.

But she also experienced many things that she couldn't help but even threatened her own life.

There are so many things that are not enough to be described in words.

Xu Yuxiu just nodded slightly and said 'hmm'.

At this time, the two of them had reached a hill that was relatively well-preserved in the imperial city.

This hill was built deliberately, and many carved and unnatural marks can be seen on it.

After getting Xu Yuxiu's response, although there were not many words, just a simple 'um' sound, Yan Xiangyu still smiled.

She smiled contentedly.

"That's fine."

Yan Xiangyu stood on the top of the hill, and the autumn wind blew her dress, making a hunting sound and flying to one side.

The black hair also flutters in the direction of the wind.

Xu Yuxiu looked at her back on the top of the mountain, blown by the wind, and couldn't help but feel an unspeakable loneliness.

At this time, Yan Xiangyu seemed to be standing on the top of the mountains, powerful yet lonely.

Seeing this, Xu Yuxiu couldn't help but think.

Perhaps this Senior Sister Yan is not as casual and carefree as she usually behaves, and sometimes a little out of tune.

She is actually lonely inside.

It was precisely to hide the loneliness in her heart that she acted like that.

At this time, Yan Xiangyu suddenly turned around and faced Xu Yuxiu, "Little junior sister, it's a little too early for Xu to say these things to you, but I still want to make it clear to you while I'm still here."

Hearing this, Xu Yuxiu came back to her senses and looked at Yan Xiangyu with some confusion. What did she mean by this?
"The incident in Daxuan Kingdom is not an accident, it is bound to happen. Things that cannot be done by one's own control, whether it is a monk or a mortal, are involuntarily done by one's own control in this world, including you and me."

Yan Xiangyu ignored the doubts in Xu Yuxiu's expression and spoke seriously as if he was minding his own business.

Xu Yuxiu did not interrupt and listened attentively.

"Perhaps you have already had doubts in your mind, why can you practice without spiritual roots?"

Xu Yuxiu nodded.

This was indeed a question in her mind.

She had long wanted to know that if she really could practice without spiritual roots, it would benefit countless sentient beings.

But if this is really the case, why don’t the major sects allow mortals without spiritual roots to practice?

Is it true, as Emperor Xuanwu said, that it was the monks who forbade mortals to cultivate immortality in order to instill awe in mortals?
In this case, isn’t it a bit too much!
At this time, Yan Xiangyu's voice sounded again: "In ancient times, the Taoist ancestors taught the Dharma to all living beings, and everyone could attain Taoism and live forever. But in the end, the entire ancient era was destroyed. How sad."

Speaking of this, Yan Xiangyu couldn't help but sigh.

This was the first time Xu Yuxiu heard such a secret, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

Was the ancient era destroyed because everyone could practice cultivation?

"It's not that our sect doesn't allow mortals to practice, it's that we don't allow mortals to practice!"

Yan Xiangyu's words were precise, "Without spiritual roots, it is like duckweed without roots. Even if one attains the path to immortality, in the end, it is nothing more than making a wedding dress for others."

"Only when you have spiritual roots, can the gains from cultivation be yours!"