Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 188

Four days later, Mount Yilin.

In the cloudless sky, a faint blue stream of light streaked across the firmament.

“Finally, we’ve reached Mount Yilin before the Frostfall Day.” Wen Xingwen, standing at the front of the flying boat, looked down at the continuous mountain range below, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

Safely delivering his junior sister here meant half of the task assigned by his master was complete.

“Senior Brother, you haven’t rested at all these past few days because of the rush. Since tomorrow is Frostfall Day, why don’t we find a place to settle down and recuperate first?” Song Ling walked up to Wen Xingwen, a hint of concern in her brows.

Wen Xingwen was about to refuse, but remembering that Song Ling’s body hadn’t fully recovered and needed rest, he nodded and said:

“Alright, I’ve heard there are quite a few small forces in Mount Yilin. We can go to them and ask for lodging for a night.”

When Wen Xingwen said this, his tone showed no concern whatsoever about whether those small forces would agree.

In Zhao Kingdom, so-called small forces were those without a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in charge. In front of him, a direct disciple of the Purple Radiance Sect at the ninth level of Qi Refining, they had no right to refuse.

Soon, Wen Xingwen found a building that looked like a Taoist temple amidst the mountains.

As the flying boat gradually descended and the characters on the plaque above the temple gate became clearly visible, Song Ling felt a sudden surprise.

“Could it be… such a coincidence?”

The plaque above read, in three large, flowing, gilded characters, “White Cloud Temple.”

Senior Brother Chang had mentioned that there were no fewer than ten forces of similar size to their White Cloud Temple in the entire Mount Yilin. He hadn’t expected Wen Xingwen to randomly find White Cloud Temple.

“Could it be that this White Cloud Temple truly has a connection with me?” Song Ling’s eyes flickered.

The commotion of the flying boat landing in front of the temple immediately alerted the people inside. Several cultivators dressed in Taoist robes came forward. Upon sensing the ninth-level Qi Refining spiritual energy fluctuations from Wen Xingwen, they were greatly alarmed. One of the leading ones quickly bowed:

“Greetings, Senior. May I ask what important matter brings Senior to our White Cloud Temple?”

Wen Xingwen, seeing that the other party was only at the mere third level of Qi Refining, frowned and said, “Have your Temple Master come out to see me.”

“This…” The leading Taoist’s expression seemed a bit troubled. After pondering for a few breaths, he bit the bullet and said, “Senior, our Temple Master just entered seclusion yesterday. He instructed us not to disturb him unless it was a matter of life and death. So, if Senior has anything, you can directly tell this junior. This junior’s words also carry weight in this White Cloud Temple.”

Wen Xingwen didn’t speak, just quietly watched the other party until cold sweat appeared on his forehead, then he spoke indifferently:

“If you don’t go call him out now, then very soon, your White Cloud Temple will face a crisis of life and death.”

The leading Taoist shivered, his face turning pale, and he immediately nodded in response:

“This junior understands. This junior will go find the Temple Master now. Please wait a moment, Senior!”

With that, he scurried into the temple, leaving only a few Qi Cultivation stage Taoists standing by, trembling.

Song Ling observed this scene, lost in thought.

Since joining the Purple Radiance Sect, this was actually his first time truly leaving the sect and interacting with the cultivation world. From Wen Xingwen’s attitude and the White Cloud Temple cultivators’ reactions, the law of the jungle and cruelty of the cultivation world were more intense than he had imagined.

Even Ji Yuxi, who was usually upright and kind, had a normal expression in the face of this scene, clearly tacitly approving of such behavior.

However, Song Ling believed that these two were merely acting so cold in front of outsiders to adapt to the unwritten rules of the cultivation world. If they were truly asked to harm innocent people, they would certainly not be able to do it.

It seemed they must have suffered similar losses in past missions or trials.

They didn’t wait too long before the leading Taoist from before emerged, following an old man with white hair and beard, exuding spiritual energy fluctuations of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Song Ling’s eyes flickered. Senior Brother Chang had said that the White Cloud Temple Master’s cultivation was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he truly hadn’t lied.

“This old man, Bing Fanyu, greets Senior!”

The old man walked to the front of Song Ling and the other two, bowing deeply to Wen Xingwen.

In the cultivation world, seniority was always determined by cultivation level, not by age.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be too comical for a Foundation Establishment grand cultivator who maintained a youthful appearance to address an elderly early-stage Qi Refining cultivator as “Senior”?

“No need for formalities.”

Wen Xingwen said indifferently:

“You needn’t be nervous. We are disciples of the Purple Radiance Sect. We are here today for no major reason, just to request lodging for a night.”

Bing Fanyu was initially startled when Wen Xingwen introduced himself as a Purple Radiance Sect disciple, wondering what people from the Six Great Immortal Sects were doing at their small White Cloud Temple. But upon hearing that they merely wanted to stay for a night, he let out a great sigh of relief.

He smiled and said, “This is a small matter, no problem at all. Please come in, Senior. I will prepare the best room for Senior right away.”

Wen Xingwen nodded and said to Song Ling beside him, “Junior Sister, you go in and rest first.”

Song Ling was surprised: “Senior Brother, aren’t you coming?”

Wen Xingwen shook his head and said, “Although we have reached Mount Yilin, the exact location of the Grand Elder’s friend’s immortal abode is unknown. Junior Sister, you also said that you are not the only one holding a token to come here. To prevent you from falling behind and missing out on the opportunity tomorrow, I plan to continue flying the boat to explore Mount Yilin and see if I can get some useful information to gain an advantage for you.”

“But, Senior Brother, you’ve been traveling for so many days, you must be tired. Why don’t you rest first…” Song Ling said, both grateful and concerned.

“No, this fatigue is nothing to me. It’s not too late to rest when I return,” Wen Xingwen said.

At this moment, Ji Yuxi suddenly spoke, “I’m a bit tired too. Senior Brother, you go by yourself.”

“Yuxi, it’s better if you come with me,” Wen Xingwen glanced at Ji Yuxi and said indifferently.

Ji Yuxi curled her lips into a cold smile, “What, are you afraid I’ll harm your Junior Sister while you’re gone?”

“In fact, you have done so before,” Wen Xingwen said indifferently.

Ji Yuxi had lost count of how many times Wen Xingwen’s words had stung her. She hoped her heart would become numb, but emotions couldn’t lie. She still loved Wen Xingwen and desperately wanted to tear off the mask of the hypocritical villainess in front of him, to let him see the truth.

To achieve this goal, she had to endure now.

Ji Yuxi took a deep breath and forced a smile, “Since Senior Brother doesn’t trust me, then I’ll follow Senior Brother.”

Wen Xingwen nodded, then said to Bing Fanyu, the White Cloud Temple Master, “Take good care of my junior sister. If you dare to let her suffer even a little grievance, I will not let you off lightly!”

“Yes, please rest assured, Senior!” Bing Fanyu said solemnly.

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