At the Zuiwan Residence, within the spirit herb field.
Of the ten mu of spirit fields, five mu were planted with immortal plants and some common spirit herbs. Xu Xian harvested all of them.
He thought about taking them to the Merchant Hall to sell later.
After all, these immortal plants were far too common and useless for him to keep.
After harvesting the crops and turning the soil, Xu Xian used telekinesis to spread a layer of soil he had dug up from the burial grounds over the ten mu of spirit fields.
As the saying goes, organic fertilizer is the most nourishing, and the soil from the burial realm had been bathed in the blood of immortals, making it exceptionally potent.
Xu Xian had brought back quite a bit. Even after covering the ten mu, a large amount remained.
He thought that when he had some free time in the future, he would find a mountain peak and open a thousand mu of spirit fields to fill them with immortal plants and spirit herbs.
Once he was finished, he took out all the rare immortal plants left over from building the Sword Tower at the Divine Sword Pool and planted them across the entire field.
Yao Xiaoxiao heard from somewhere that Xu Xian's true body had returned and arrived late to the scene.
Seeing the spirit field filled with all sorts of strange and exotic plants, the young girl, who was already aware of the situation, did not feel surprised and simply began to help him.
She remarked that Xu Xian was now incredibly wealthy and that she would no longer need to pick immortal plants for herself in the future.
Xu Xian laughed.
He thought to himself that Elder Yao would likely be even happier than she was.
The two of them chatted casually about inconsequential topics. Before they finished, Xu Xian gave Yao Xiaoxiao several rare immortal plants.
He gave her one portion to use for alchemy and another portion for her to deliver to Elder Yao.
Yao Xiaoxiao said nothing about the portion meant for her own alchemy, but she had an objection regarding the plants for Elder Yao.
"Why give them to him?"
"Such good things would be a waste on him."
Xu Xian was speechless. "He is your ancestor, after all."
He told her that since she was always taking things out of the house, she should bring something back for once, adding that he was currently not lacking in such items.
Yao Xiaoxiao thought about it and realized he was right.
So, she accepted them.
She could not help but sigh with emotion. Less than twenty years ago, he was a young lad who ate spiritual porridge and had to put his Foundation Establishment Pills on credit at the Elixir Hall, but now he was oozing with wealth.
In less than twenty years, he had reached the eighth stage great ascension.
What else could be said?
It could only be said that those within the Wendao Sword Sect had long since become accustomed to his brilliance.
Even if this young man entered the tribulation transcendence stage tomorrow, they would likely consider it a normal occurrence.
Yao Xiaoxiao left with the items, and Xu Xian turned to go to Zhujian Peak to visit Ruan Hao, bringing some immortal gold for forging.
Ruan Hao naturally refused.
He said there was no reason for a master to take things from his disciple, especially when it was such a large amount.
Xu Xian simply said calmly that he had plenty, and that his master should also try to break through to become a ninth-rank divine forger.
Ruan Hao smiled.
How could a ninth-rank divine forger be so easy to achieve?
First, one had to break through to the tribulation transcendence stage.
He had been stuck at eighth stage perfection for thousands of years. While the spirit was willing, the power was lacking.
Xu Xian only replied with one sentence. "Where there is a will, there is a way."
"That is what you taught me."
Ruan Hao was amused.
His disciple was now lecturing his master. Time truly did pass quickly.
Everything had changed.
Xu Xian had grown up and was no longer the Xu Xian of the past.
Xu Xian laughed and replied, "In this world, the only constant is change, is it not?"
Ruan Hao shook his head and smiled.
"You... truly..."
He eventually compromised and accepted Xu Xian's items, not forgetting to add, "I will consider this as me keeping them safe for you. If you ever need them, just ask me."
Xu Xian naturally agreed.
After Ruan Hao took the items, he asked out of nowhere, "I heard that the trouble you caused this time was quite significant?"
"It was average."
"There were no issues, right?" The old man was still somewhat uneasy.
Xu Xian raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Of course. It was a minor problem, easily handled."
Ruan Hao was gratified by Xu Xian's confidence, but he also worried about his conspicuousness. He gave a meaningful reminder. "It is always better to be cautious in all things. As the old saying goes, the wind howls around the highest peaks. A person must learn to hide their brilliance."
Xu Xian naturally understood the reasoning, and since it was his master speaking, he should listen.
However...
Xu Xian said with a hint of helplessness, "I want to, but Master, you know me. I am simply too excellent. I cannot hide it at all!"
Was there not also another old saying?
"The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not subside."
Ruan Hao did not scold or refute him. Instead, he nodded in agreement.
Indeed.
He was far too excellent.
When one's sharpness was so exposed, how could it be hidden?
Finally,
Ruan Hao patted Xu Xian's shoulder and said with a sigh, "Follow your heart. Now, there is nothing more I can teach you, and I can no longer be of much help to you. The road ahead can only be forged by you alone."
Xu Xian smiled and said, "You have already taught me a great deal and helped me immensely. In the future, it is my turn to show my filial piety and take care of you in your old age."
Ruan Hao huffed and glared. "You brat, I am not some weak old villager who lacks strength in his old age. I do not need your filial piety or your care."
Xu Xian's eyes crinkled with a smile.
After Ruan Hao finished speaking, he dismissed him. "Alright, the items have been delivered, you have seen me, and I have received your regards. Now get lost. Go busy yourself with your own matters. I do not need you hovering around here."
Xu Xian did not insist. He indeed had many things to attend to.
Many questions were waiting for him to figure out.
Many matters also required his resolution.
He bid farewell to Ruan Hao.
He departed on his sword.
In the forging workshop, Ruan Hao watched the figure receding into the distant sky. Gratification and loneliness played across his eyes in turn.
He was gratified that his disciple had achieved fame and success, flourishing even more than himself.
He was lonely because things were no longer as they used to be.
The day a fledgling spreads its wings is the moment it leaves home.
It is true for animals,
And it is true for humans.
He thought back to those years when this child went in and out of the forging workshop every day and night, accompanying him. Now, they might not even see each other once in a whole year.
Time passed in a flash.
He would suddenly pop up and give you a start.
Then he would vanish without a trace.
And what about him?
He could only pray for him in silence, unable to avoid worrying and caring.
Perhaps it was because he was old, so he had become sentimental.
Or perhaps it was because he had lost things too many times, so he was afraid.
Sometimes,
He was quite terrified. He feared that one day when Xu Xian left, he would return like Ruan Zhong, with only a broken body remaining.
He wanted to see Xu Xian.
But he did not want to see Xu Xian lying upon Burial Sword Peak.
He shook his head, pulling back his thoughts, and secretly pondered to himself, whispering, "It would be wonderful if he could start a family..."
When he left Ruan Hao, it was already late at night.
Xu Xian went to the Personnel Hall.
He was there to do something unpleasant.
He took out several hundred corpses and handed them over to the Personnel Hall.
"Little Grand-Uncle, what are these?"
Xu Xian said solemnly, "These... are the people who did not make it back from this trip to the Emperor's Tomb. I have brought their bodies back. However, I cannot distinguish who is who. I must trouble the disciples of the Personnel Hall to work hard and identify them. As for whether these people should be buried on Burial Sword Peak, go and ask Sect Master Ye."
The Personnel Hall Deacon looked at the mountain of corpses, his gaze filled with sorrow.
After the trip to the Emperor's Tomb, the spiritual swords had returned early.
The casualties had already been tallied, and the funeral notifications had been sent out.
The everlasting lamps that were meant to be extinguished had already gone out.
Even if there were no remains.
Or rather, no one had ever thought that the remains could still be recovered.
Now,
With the bodies appearing, it was a blessing among misfortunes.
He did not ask why the Eleventh Grand-Ancestor had only brought these bodies out after so many days. He should not question the matters of a patriarch, even if he was curious or confused.
He bowed respectfully.
"Eleventh Grand-Ancestor, please rest assured. We will handle the rest."
Xu Xian nodded and then departed.
Within the Wendao Sword Sect,
The Seven Peaks and Thirteen Halls each had their own duties and divisions of labor. Many things did not require him to handle them personally.
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