Chapter 1, Return.

Yi Qingchen was immediately stirred by these two words and wanted to jump up from the bed. At that moment, she realized that her body was weak and limp, in a state of depleted energy.

The power generated by a Nascent Soul cultivator's self-detonation is sufficient to level a mountain. In the face of a soul's out-of-body explosion, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would inevitably sustain injuries. Therefore, Han Xiuwen raised a protective shield and flew away from the bamboo house like a shooting star

In a single sentence, a hundred years of time floated before Yi Qingchen's eyes

In the past one hundred years, events such as these are countless.

He cultivates at an astonishing speed. She feels more satisfied and joyful about her own progress in cultivation than he does.

Luck ... ... Furnace ... ...

"Isn't this meant to surprise you!" Yi Qingchen breathed in the fresh scent of grass on him, nuzzling her face against his chest, "I’m afraid of missing your birthday... When we appear together at your birthday banquet the day after tomorrow, won’t you know then?"

Indeed, she does not believe. She cannot accept that the person who has controlled himself with elixirs and drained all the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator could be her husband, Han Xiuwen

The advanced Yuan Ying came too late, and her appearance looked much older than his. She had transformed from a beautiful young woman into a middle-aged beauty. She did not care much about it

"Hehe, Dingyan Dan." She recalled the pill he had fed her.

She harvested solid ice for ten years, delving a thousand miles beneath the ice layer, and found a bud. After nurturing and protecting it for twenty years, she finally awaited the bloom.

The red leaves are like fire, the ethereal mist is delicate, and the bamboo cottage is elegant. As the sun sets, the orange light fills the entire Red Leaf Valley, creating a picturesque scene.

Han Xiuwen said lightly: "Only by taking this pill will my gathering of energy proceed smoothly. Of course, it also has the effect of preserving one's appearance. After all, we have been together for over 100 years, and I certainly do not wish for your appearance at the time of death to disgust me"

Yi Qingchen smiled sadly

For over a hundred years, every separation and reunion feels as if it were the time of our wedding.

While waiting for him, she successfully gave birth to a child. She felt it was fate. Heaven was moved by her heartfelt wishes and granted her this opportunity. Now she realizes that one hundred and seventy years of deep affection was merely a joke.

Very well, this is always his intention. Yi Qingchen swallowed the words she had yet to finish, deciding it would not be too late to tell him tomorrow. She obediently allowed him to gather her. After all, they had been apart for another thirty years this time.

Having lost the physical body, the soul remains, allowing for the possibility of reincarnation as a human. Cultivators do not easily resort to self-destruction

No! You are not him, you are not! He would never... treat me like this." Yi Qingchen shouted with all his might.

Unknowingly, she had forgotten to conceal her presence. Han Xiuwen's brow twitched as he raised his head to see her, standing up with a smile: "Qingchen! You have returned!"

I have collected medicinal herbs for over ten years and refined them for three years, finally succeeding in creating the Beauty Retaining Pill. Qingchen, even if you have not formed your Nascent Soul, I will ensure that you retain your current beauty. Han Xiuwen gently placed her on the couch.

Elder Qingfeng, startled by the sound, cleared his throat and asked the question that was on everyone's mind: "Xiu Wendaojun, what has happened?"

She intends to give Han Xiuwen a birthday gift

She touched the storage ring on her finger. Inside was a jade box containing a cold crystal orchid that she had just harvested from the frigid northern desert.

She, Yi Qingchen, also deserves to die

In an instant, this force was released completely and thoroughly

Rest assured. I will prepare an ice coffin to properly preserve your remains and send it to the Northern Desert. This way, Master will not worry about you and will not personally search for you from a thousand miles away

She laughs at her more than one hundred years of foolishness

There is a lack of extra clothing. Indeed, once one enters the deep sea, the battles are too intense. The robes have been destroyed one after another, and she has no new clothes to change into

In the bamboo house, Han Xiuwen, dressed in a light blue robe, sat cross-legged in front of the table. Ethereal mist lingered around him, and his features resembled jade moistened by water, radiating a soft glow

Han Xiuwen sat cross-legged, practicing his cultivation. Upon hearing her speak, he opened his eyes and said calmly: "You are awake? It turns out you have formed your Nascent Soul. My luck has always been good. Not only did I absorb all your cultivation, allowing me to advance to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul, but my realm is also quite stable."

The vital energy was rapidly draining from her body. The dantian felt as if it had been squeezed dry, causing a pain akin to being cut by a knife. Yi Qingchen furrowed her brows, awakening from a semi-conscious state due to the excruciating pain. Out of long-standing habit, she instinctively circulated her true energy to examine her dantian. However, in an instant, she confirmed that all her cultivation had vanished. Yi Qingchen was greatly alarmed, fully awakening: "Senior Brother!"

If he were to sit cross-legged to heal his injuries now, his condition would improve more quickly. However, he cannot do so. Han Xiuwen, who regards cultivation as life, cursed angrily: "Yi Qingchen, you deserve to die!"

After eight years of searching, she finally found the trace of the Linglong Ice-Clear Fruit, only to encounter a Water Sky Jiao that had already taken form. After unsuccessful negotiations, Yi Qingchen exhausted her magical treasures, killed the Water Sky Jiao, and seized the Linglong Ice-Clear Fruit it was guarding, rushing back to the mountain to present it to Han Xiuwen

No, this time is different

Tears fell from her eyes like pearls as she choked out softly: "Everyone says that Master Yuan Dao and the True Man Qing Chen are fortunate to have won the heart of Young Master Cang Lan. At that time, the sisters in the sect envied me, saying that for a thousand years, the Cang Lan Continent had never seen such a matched pair of dual cultivation partners. It turns out that your request to my master for my hand was merely because my talent surpasses yours, and I achieved the Golden Core before you, treating me as your furnace and your puppet to help you elevate your cultivation. That day, I unexpectedly gained insight and finally formed my Nascent Soul..."

If she had given birth early, how could her beauty have aged

Furnace Cauldron

Qing Chen!" Han Xiuwen sighed, looking at her as if she were a fool. "You told me yourself. No one in the sect knows you have returned. Besides me, you have no other friends. Who knows you have returned to Qingmu Mountain? And who knows you will die in our bamboo house?"

Having obtained the Ice Clear Fruit, she felt an urgent desire to return. As soon as her energy was restored, she hurried on her way, fearing that unforeseen events might occur along the journey, such as being robbed of her treasure. She had no intention of lingering to purchase new clothes.

Even the voice is weak and feeble

Afterward, the brilliance of genius was solely bestowed upon Han Xiuwen

Han Xiuwen assumed the position of the sect leader for twenty years, coinciding with his 169th birthday. Representatives from various sects gathered at the Yuandao Sect to offer their congratulations, yet the members of the Yuqing Sect were notably absent. A few days later, news arrived. The Daoist Lord Shimo of the Yuqing Sect encountered a master from the demonic sect on his way to the Yuandao Sect, who attempted to seize the birthday gifts. A fierce battle ensued, resulting in the destruction of Daoist Lord Shimo's Nascent Soul, with his spirit dissipating like smoke. This event shocked the three sects and four schools.

Late autumn season

The bamboo house instantly vanished into thin air

This is the final outcome he arranged for her

Yi Qingchen finds it as sweet as honey

With a loud bang, Yi Qingchen's body and primordial spirit transformed into a fierce aura, exploding outward in all directions

Surprise was indeed felt, but more so was joy. Thinking of the admiration from various factions at the upcoming birthday banquet, everyone felt a glow on their faces and collectively congratulated Han Xiuwen.

No one noticed that a faint white light enveloping a transparent soul was gently drifting out of the valley

Han Xiuwen's shield shattered into countless ice crystals. He struck out with his palm against the incoming force. The powerful impact collided with his palm strength, producing a resounding bang. Han Xiuwen's sleeves were instantly torn to shreds. A sweetness surged in his throat, which he forcefully swallowed.

When a cultivator goes out for training, the consciousness left on their life jade pendant dissipates, and the sect will be informed of the cultivator's demise. He is the Supreme Leader. What difficulty is there in swapping her life jade pendant?

Yi Qingchen took out the cold crystal orchid. In his palm, it was as if he held a ball of white mist, within which the pale green flowers flickered into view. Originally a birthday gift for him, it had now become the lifesaving herb that protected her soul.

A person who does not care about the bond of the heart is beyond saving. Yi Qingchen gritted his teeth and said: "The principles of heaven are clear, Master... will definitely uncover the truth and avenge me"

Yuan Dao Sect ranks among the top three in terms of influence among the Seven Sects. Han Xiuwen is the youngest Daoist Master among the Three Sects and Four Gates. In order to display his authority in front of the hundred thousand disciples, Han Xiuwen deliberately grew a few strands of long beard.

After forming the Golden Core, the two held a grand ceremony for dual cultivation. Young Master Canglan Zhu and the talented Jade Maiden were united in marriage, becoming the most noteworthy event in Canglan Continent that year

What does it mean? Yi Qingchen felt somewhat bewildered

He sighed, "If only there were a delicate and pure ice fruit, it could reduce the chances of being troubled by inner demons by thirty percent during childbirth." Even if she had been away for ten years before returning to Qingmu Mountain, Yi Qingchen immediately flew to Canglang Sea without a second thought

Before she could regain her composure, Han Xiuwen brushed his robe and turned his head with a smile, saying, "Don't you know that the higher the grade of the furnace cauldron, the greater the benefits?"

Her heart, her body, the extraordinary treasures she risked everything to find, she generously gave to him

No one knows how much effort and dedication Yi Qingchen invested for Han Xiuwen's reputation as a genius

Yi Qingchen did not attend. The next day, she quietly left the mountain and traveled far to the Northern Desert in search of the Cold Crystal Orchid. The territories of the Daoist and Demonic sects, whether more or less, had nothing to do with her. In her eyes, there was only Han Xiuwen.

The Cold Crystal Orchid grows in the coldest ice layers of the Northern Desert, transformed by millennia of cold air. It requires sufficient spiritual energy from heaven and earth to bloom. The Soul Protection Pill, refined primarily from the Cold Crystal Orchid, can safeguard the soul from dispersing even if the physical body perishes and the Nascent Soul is extinguished. It is the best protective elixir for Nascent Soul cultivators

Han Xiuwen achieved the Foundation Establishment at the age of 30 and advanced to the Nascent Soul stage at 102. Now, at the age of 199, his appearance has not changed much since his Foundation Establishment. With the growth of his cultivation, the youthful innocence in his brows has diminished, replaced by an air of otherworldliness. The number of female cultivators on the Canglan Continent who admire him has only increased.

She was foolish for one hundred and seventy years before finally discovering the truth

Hahaha! Yi Qingchen laughed wildly.

Han Xiuwen lowered his head to look at her and shook his head with a sigh, saying, "You sneaked back again, and no one in the sect knows, right?"

Even if the master has lost the last of their combat power, they can still perform their final move: Exploding Body. Within one breath, they can instantly restore themselves to their peak state. Within ten breaths, their physical body, essence, spirit, and soul will explode and turn entirely to ash.

In this lifetime, she Yi Qingchen has truly failed

Heart Demon? Han Xiuwen scoffed, "Six hundred years later, if I do not have the opportunity to cultivate to the late stage of the Nascent Soul and advance to the Transformation Stage, I will only meet with demise. What does the Heart Demon have to do with me?"

What comes quickly also departs quickly

After plucking the boundary spirit fruit from the ancient ruins, she was pursued by heavenly thunder striking at her, yet she did not exhibit such fear as she does now

At the age of one hundred and fifty, his cultivation reached the ninth level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul, achieving great perfection. This set a new record for the cultivation of Nascent Soul practitioners in the Canglan Continent

He swiftly took out a set of clothes from the storage ring and changed, quietly floating in mid-air

She took the Tranquil Essence Pill, deliberately suppressing her cultivation to the Golden Core stage. Thinking of Han Xiuwen's surprised expression when he learned of her successful pregnancy, Yi Qingchen couldn't help but smile.

Yi Qingchen pressed tightly on her chest. She wished she could tear her heart out and shred it into pieces. How could she have loved this man for so many years!

In order to assist Han Xiuwen, she had to travel extensively while also focusing on her own cultivation. Where would she find the time to befriend fellow disciples and practitioners from other sects? Apart from her master and Han Xiuwen, she had no other close companions after cultivating for over a hundred years. She was determined to surprise him, and no one knew she had rushed back from the Northern Desert. Now, however, it had become her own death warrant

For cultivators, thirty years of separation pass in the blink of an eye. However, for Yi Qingchen, it feels exceedingly long, just like for an ordinary person in the secular world

Han Xiuwen scolded her for being foolish, saying that it wasn't necessary to have only the exquisite and pure Linglong ice. He reproached her for not knowing to change even though her clothes were torn. Yi Qingchen felt a sweetness in her heart and shyly told him: "... I left in a hurry and didn't bring much."

Finally, let her body be found beneath the cold ice of the Northern Desert, sparing the Master from worry. Should she still be deeply grateful to him?

After seventy years of marriage, Han Xiuwen successfully achieved the Nascent Soul stage. Another fifty years later, he reached the early stage of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, becoming the revered Daoist Lord admired by tens of thousands of disciples

During their dual cultivation, the master assigned this Red Leaf Valley to her and Han Xiuwen. She knew that Han Xiuwen must be waiting for her in the bamboo house these days

She smiled as she traveled thousands of miles back, only to meet her own demise.

A sudden coolness filled her mouth, accompanied by a fragrant taste. She was momentarily taken aback, her lips being sealed by him. Yi Qingchen noticed the amusement in Han Xiuwen's eyes and obediently swallowed the pill.

Today, he said, "Look at how you are now, do you still deserve me?"

"So what?" Han Xiuwen interrupted her with a mocking tone. "In the Canglan Continent, there hasn't been a single cultivator who has advanced to the Divine Transformation stage and ascended to the Celestial Realm in five thousand years. At the Nascent Soul stage, every level of advancement is incredibly difficult. Ordinary heavenly materials and rare treasures are utterly useless. The treasures that can assist Nascent Soul cultivators in enhancing their cultivation are likely to be the first ones snatched up by our Master. Even if you form a Nascent Soul, what good will it do?"

Yi Qingchen asked without a moment's thought: "Who are you?"

The lifespan of a Jiedan cultivator is only three hundred years. She is neither anxious nor regretful

A fleeting white figure gracefully flew into the valley of www.hetushu.com.com

The back mountain of Tianqiong Peak in the Qingmu Mountain Range. The tall maple trees, which have grown for hundreds of years in the Red Leaf Valley, are dyed by frost, their leaves a fiery red. The valley resembles a floating cloud of crimson amidst the mountains

Yi Qingchen rushed over and threw herself into his arms, smiling happily: "Did I scare you?"

The Master Daoist broke through to the mid-stage of the Yuan Ying at the age of one hundred and ninety-nine! At this rate of cultivation, Han Xiuwen is poised to become the most promising practitioner to advance to the Transformation God in the Canglan Continent in five thousand years

Dozens of figures flew towards the valley in the sky. Clearly, the loud noise from the Red Leaf Valley had alarmed the cultivators of the Yuandao Sect

Tears flowed more urgently. ... Unwillingness, regret, anger ... . ... A myriad of emotions swirled in her eyes

The crowd instantly arrived at the valley. Looking at the scene before them and the composed Daoist Master, they could not help but exchange glances with one another

Han Xiuwen lifted her face and kissed her fiercely

Without hesitation, she swallowed it down and shouted sternly to the outside: "Han Xiuwen! You want me to die clearly. Yet I hope you, please do not die too early!"

Han Xiuwen ventured out for training, with Yi Qingchen accompanying and guarding him. When Han Xiuwen entered seclusion for cultivation, Yi Qingchen continued to travel outside.

Since he grew a long beard, Yi Qingchen no longer walked alongside him in front of others. Her husband is the Daoist Lord of the Yuan Dao Sect. She understands his intentions and naturally gives him the respect he deserves

Han Xiuwen covered her mouth, preventing her from continuing to speak

She bit her tongue fiercely. Blood gushed out. A transparent primordial spirit shot out from the top of her head, expanding like an inflating sphere. "Primordial spirit self-detonation!" Han Xiuwen's expression changed, and the light flickered at his fingertips as a layer of eerie blue shield descended, protecting him completely. He was propelled out of the room.

One | Night | Good.

Han Xiuwen sneered: "If it weren't for your rare reputation as a genius, which could assist me in my cultivation, why would I bother to cultivate with you? I have been at the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul for nearly fifty years, yet I have been unable to break through the barrier to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul. Since you are willing to offer me various cultivation resources and serve as my furnace, what harm is there in helping me break through?"

Han Xiuwen stood up and opened his arms, the wide sleeves of his robe gently swaying. He said teasingly, "If you let the other five infant transformation elders of the Yuandao Sect come to see, they would still say that I am the Master Xiu Wen Dao Jun."

Han Xiuwen smiled gently

After one hundred and seventy years of dual cultivation and union, she suddenly heard the person she loved and admired the most say, "In fact, you are my furnace."

Cultivators, after their skin and bones have been cleansed by spiritual power, possess a countenance that is more ethereal than that of ordinary people in the mundane world. Once a practitioner reaches the Golden Core stage, the aging of their appearance slows down significantly. Upon advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, not only does their appearance cease to age, but it may even appear somewhat more youthful.

Han Xiuwen sighed lightly: "In a moment of excitement, I tested my cultivation, not expecting to have drawn the attention of the elders and the true masters of each peak"

Easier than Han Xiuwen to achieve the Golden Core, Yi Qingchen, who became a Golden Core True Person at the age of twenty, remains stuck in the Golden Core stage, blending in with the crowd.

Han Xiuwen expressed with deep emotion: "If the Lord of Graphite had a Soul Protection Pill in hand, how could his soul be scattered and lost?"

At the bottom of the valley, a spiritual spring flows gently. The ethereal mist rises and wafts over the verdant mountains and rocks. Beside the spring, several exquisite bamboo cottages have been constructed

Yi Qingchen trembled with anger: "I, I am not worthy of you? What we seek is the path to immortality. Beauty turns to dust in an instant, yet you place such importance on appearances! If it were not for you, why would I have delayed for a hundred years to finally conceive?"

Among the other four Yuanying elders in the sect, the youngest, Qingfeng Daojun, is already four hundred years old. For those who practice the path of immortality, time slips away like sand through one's fingers; three to four hundred years can easily pass unnoticed. The elders have no choice but to seize the time to enter seclusion for cultivation. The position of the sect leader of Yuandao Sect was thus passed on to the youngest, Han Xiuwen

The newly appointed leader of the Yuandao Sect, Master Ruoshui, is already six hundred and seventy years old. The lifespan of a Yuanying cultivator is eight hundred years. If one cannot advance to the Transformation Stage, their lifespan will be exhausted, leading to their demise. Master Ruoshui has limited time left and entered a secluded meditation two years ago.

She shivered and instinctively lowered her head. The hand propped on the bed remained tender and fair.

Yi Qingchen restrained his breath, skillfully bypassing the formations laid out in the valley, and approached the bamboo house silently

Elder Qingfeng has reached the sixth level of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul. His divine sense swept across and he was greatly astonished: "You have broken through to the mid-stage!"

Now, she is no longer useful

At this moment, she stood at the entrance of the bamboo house, gazing dreamily at Han Xiuwen. The fatigue of traveling thousands of miles day and night was once again forgotten. She felt that just being able to see him before her was enough

He turned his palm over, holding the life jade token she left at the sect in his palm

On the Canglan Continent, there are tens of thousands of cultivation sects, with the Three Sects and Four Gates leading the way. Among the seven major sects, even the Dan Sect, which has the fewest disciples, boasts over ten thousand disciples.

At the age of one hundred and ninety, without cultivation, will she transform from a middle-aged beauty into a wrinkled skeleton in the time it takes to burn a stick of incense

So it is!

Han Xiuwen gazed at the jade bottle before him, his fingers gently tapping on the sandalwood table. Inside the jade bottle was a newly refined elixir, which he had spent three years crafting.

Yi Qingchen felt as if she had been struck hard with a blunt object

Han Xiuwen sighed helplessly: "You, truly are so confused."

The Daoist sect and the demonic sect each sent their masters to compete in ten matches in the Black Magic Mountains. From then on, they established a boundary stone, ensuring that their waters would not interfere with each other.

I... Yi Qingchen wanted to tell him that while waiting for the cold crystal orchid to bloom, the desolate northern desert unexpectedly led her to a profound realization. With a single breakthrough, she successfully condensed her primordial infant. She concealed her cultivation merely to surprise him.

In his youth, Han Xiuwen often wielded a magical artifact, a green bamboo adorned with bamboo leaves. The green bamboo resembled jade, and its leaves were akin to red agate. Coming from a prestigious family, the young cultivator had a gentle disposition, handsome features, and an ethereal grace in his movements. He effortlessly earned the elegant title of Young Master of Canglan Bamboo.

If he could drain her spiritual power and cultivation, helping him break through the barrier of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, that would be the last place where he could make use of her

Yi Qingchen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. She looked at him and said word by word: "Ungrateful and treacherous, harming your own kind, are you not afraid of corrupting your Dao heart?"

So shocking! So absurd!

The protective formation in the valley was instantly shattered, and the maple trees in Hongye Valley were uprooted. The fiery red leaves fell like rain.

Upon returning to the chamber, Yi Qingchen always loved to tease him by tugging at his long beard. Han Xiuwen still resembled the youthful figure he was during their early years of dual cultivation, playfully scolding her: "Naughty!"

Han Xiuwen said lightly: "Considering the bond we have shared for over a hundred years, I would not have treated you this way. Unfortunately, I have already formed a baby, while you remain stagnant at the Core Formation stage. Just look at your current state; do you still think you are worthy of me?"