Su Yueli lightly waved her hand, and the letter on the stone platform, which was sealed with spiritual energy, turned into a streak of dark light and fell into her palm.
She wiped the fine dust from the envelope and broke the seal.
Unfolding the letter, she saw Han Yu's handwriting:
“To Master: Under your careful guidance, in the fifteenth year of my seclusion, I was fortunate enough to break through to the Fourth Realm mid stage. Recently, my sister, Han Qingling, sent an urgent transmission through our family jade pendant, stating that a sudden crisis has occurred at home and that I am urgently needed. Seeing that you are at a critical juncture of your breakthrough in seclusion, I did not dare to disturb you. Therefore, I am leaving this letter and returning to Luochuan City first. Once our family affairs are properly resolved, I will return without delay to wait for your breakthrough. Respectfully, your disciple, Han Yu.”
Holding the letter, Su Yueli's slender eyes narrowed slightly.
“A crisis... in the Han family?”
Calculating the date on the letter, it had been left a full five years ago.
Logically speaking, dealing with some disputes and changes in a mere mortal family should not be difficult for Han Yu, given her current Fourth Realm mid stage martial arts strength. She wouldn't fare too badly in Luochuan City. Why would she have gone for five years without a single word?
Su Yueli turned her head and looked in the direction of the Blue Moon Sect's mountain gate.
The bloody massacre of the village back then, her master Lu Chen's dying wish, the truth about Shen Huai'an... Originally, after breaking through to the Fourteenth Realm, Supreme, the very first thing she planned to do was to charge into the Blue Moon Sect to get a clear answer.
But now...
Su Yueli looked at the letter in her hand, shook her head, and sighed softly.
“Forget it.”
“Taking this step took me hundreds of years. Why rush over a mere three to five days?”
The Blue Moon Sect wasn't going anywhere; the temple would remain even if the monks fled.
But Han Yu was, after all, a disciple she had personally taken in. In this mortal world, aside from her master who had long since returned to dust, Han Yu was her only remaining tie.
If Han Yu currently had the Eleventh Realm, Delusion Breaker cultivation, she naturally wouldn't bother worrying.
But a mere Fourth Realm was nothing more than a slightly larger ant in the eyes of cultivators. If she really encountered some ruthless desperadoes, she would inevitably suffer.
“Since I have taken her as my disciple, I must bear this karma.”
Su Yueli adjusted her blue sleeves, her eyes as calm as water.
She took a step forward into the void.
Buzz—
The space beneath her feet seemed to turn into a sheet of folded paper. In an instant, she seamlessly merged into the Dao rhyme of heaven and earth, her figure vanishing from the spot.
Only a few fallen leaves slowly drifted down beside the stone platform.
...
Barely half an incense stick of time after Su Yueli left.
The void suddenly rippled violently like the surface of water. Three vast auras crossed through space from different directions, descending simultaneously over the ruins of the desolate village.
Space tore open, and three senile yet terrifyingly powerful figures manifested out of thin air.
The one on the left wore a Taiji Daoist robe. His hair and beard were completely white, and his figure was thin. He was the reclusive old Sect Master of the Blue Moon Sect.
True Monarch Cangming, Cangming.
The one on the right wore a dark-gold nine-dragon python robe. His face was as withered as a dried corpse, and his eyes were sharp. He was the taboo guardian of the Great Li royal family.
The Old Prince, Zhao Xuankong.
As for the one in the middle, he wore coarse hemp clothes, with a massive wine gourd hanging from his waist. Slovenly and disheveled, he was the secluded ancestor of another top sect in the Great Li Dynasty, the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
Daoist Zuitian, Mo Bufan.
These three Fourteenth Realm giants, who could normally make the entire Great Li Dynasty tremble with a single step, now stood in the void. They looked at each other, and a strange air of nostalgia and sighing over a long-awaited reunion filled the air.
Mo Bufan was the first to pull out his gourd's cork, tilting his head back to take a large gulp of turbid wine.
He grinned. “Hey, old bones. I thought you failed your breakthrough two hundred years ago and had already turned into a pile of yellow earth. I didn't expect you to still be lingering on in this world.”
Zhao Xuankong snorted coldly. “If you, old drunkard, haven't died yet, how could this prince go before you? The Great Li's dragon vein has not been severed, so this prince's life is still going strong.”
Cangming stroked his long beard and smiled. “Brother Mo, Brother Zhao, I hope you both have been well. Time is ruthless. Back then, we entered the peak of the Fourteenth Realm together. Now, three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, yet we are still stuck at the threshold of the Fourteenth Realm, unable to find any way forward.”
At the mention of cultivation, the two who had been mocking each other both darkened their expressions, a flash of undeniable loneliness and helplessness crossing their eyes.
“The Fifteenth Realm... that is nothing more than an ethereal myth in ancient texts.”
Mo Bufan wiped the wine foam from the corner of his mouth and sighed. “The Heavenly Dao is restricted, and spiritual energy is scarce in this world. The Fourteenth Realm is already the limit. I have cultivated bitterly for two hundred years without making any progress. I can only sit and wait for death.”
Zhao Xuankong nodded slightly, his expression grave. “Since the two of you have gathered here today, surely you didn't come just to chat and catch up? That phenomenon just now... what do you think of it?”
Speaking of business, the three of them turned their gazes in unison toward the deep, small cave below.
Cangming furrowed his brows, his eyes flashing with endless astonishment and suspicion. “Strange, truly strange! The pressure of that blood light soaring into the sky just now was so strong that it even shook my soul, making me feel a faint sense of suffocation! Yet I have checked repeatedly... and there wasn't even a trace of the world's spiritual energy in that power!”
“Indeed!”
Zhao Xuankong's face was extremely unsightly. “Not borrowing the world's spiritual energy, relying purely on blood qi... Could someone in this world really cultivate that crude martial arts physical body to such an unbelievable, forbidden level? This has absolutely surpassed the Thirteenth Realm!”
“Could it be... the reincarnation of some ancient great power? Or perhaps some secluded old monster has broken through to an unprecedented, miraculous realm?”
Mo Bufan's divine sense swept across the entire barren mountain, but he could not detect even a hint of residual warmth. He sucked in a breath of cold air. “Alas, we were still a step too late. That expert has already departed like the wind, leaving not a single trace behind.”
The three Fourteenth Realm experts stood above the clouds, looking at the empty ruins and exchanging glances.
They felt that the peaceful situation of the Great Li Dynasty, which had lasted for hundreds of years, would probably be completely thrown into a storm of blood and chaos because of the emergence of this mysterious powerhouse.
...
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.
Luochuan City.
The city was bustling with traffic, bustling with merchants and martial artists.
Outside the city gates, a gentle breeze brushed past.
A peerless figure in an elegant blue dress manifested out of thin air, landing amidst the bustling crowd.
Su Yueli raised her head and looked at the bold and powerful characters for "Luochuan" on the city tower, a faint light flashing in her clear eyes.
“Luochuan City, the Han family...”
Su Yueli smoothed her sleeves and stepped through the city gates.
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