Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 70 - 69: This Time, the Sword is Drawn, No Need to Resheath (Long Chapter, Please Read On)

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Four days of tireless journeying.

All my travel companions are fellow sect members, which made the trip not tiring at all, but rather joyous, as if we were all out on a pleasant spring outing, enjoying the blooming flowers.

It had always been Ye Yuntian who took charge of matters, but this time, due to shyness, he became an obedient junior brother, following behind He Ming.

He Ming, a true veteran of Jianghu, handled everything with meticulous care. We encountered no trouble on our way and arrived at Qingsong Mountain with ease.

Wuyou Mountain had just eradicated Lotus Cave, and this time, four Hall Masters were leading the group themselves, so no Evil Cultivators dared to seek death by troubling us.

Sitting on the back of an immortal crane, gazing at Qingsong Mountain from afar, the mountain looked rather peculiar, as if a giant ivory tusk had sprung from the earth, with Qingsong Mountain perched at the very tip of this tusk.

From a distance, one could see densely packed pavilions and terraces, waterfalls and streams—it was quite a display of Immortal Phenomenon.

Steering the immortal crane, we descended in front of the gates of Qingsong Mountain, reported our arrival, and in no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, five individuals descended from the mountain.

The one at the front looked to be in his thirties, with a square face, dressed in white, his eyes and brows were long and slender, and his nose was high—instead of a cultivator, he rather resembled a scholar, with a certain scholarly air about him.

This person was Qingsong Mountain’s young leader, Xie Baoshu.

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Xie Baoshu, upon seeing He Ming and Ye Yuntian, was exceptionally delighted, "He, my senior brother, and Ye, my junior brother, your visit truly brings honor to Qingsong Mountain."

He then turned his gaze to Shen Ao and Chen Qing, who stood with He Ming and Ye Yuntian at the forefront, indicating their remarkable status as well.

"These two young junior brothers must be young talents; He, my senior brother, please do introduce them to me quickly."

He Ming gestured towards Shen Ao with a laugh, "This is Shen Ao, our junior brother Shen, who is only twenty-seven years old and has already attained the eighth level of Qi Refinement. His swordsmanship is superb, and he is the Deputy Hall Master of our Wuyou Mountain’s War Affairs Hall!"

Shen Ao stepped forward with a smile, saluting Xie Baoshu, "Junior brother Shen Ao, I have long admired Senior Brother Xie."

Xie Baoshu’s eyes gleamed with admiration, "Moves like the wind, stands like a pine—indeed, a promising seedling for sword training. Very good!"

He Ming brought Chen Qing forward, introducing, "This is Chen Qing, the Hall Master of Wuyou Mountain’s Spirit Plant Hall. He is only twenty-two years old, yet he is one of the pillars of Wuyou Mountain!"

Xie Baoshu’s eyes brightened, taking a few extra glances at Chen Qing, "I’ve heard that the Hall Master of the Wuyou Mountain’s Spirit Plant Hall is extremely young, possessing a Grass Spirit Butterfly at such a tender age. Now that I see you in person, you truly possess an extraordinary bearing!"

Chen Qing saluted, "Senior Brother Xie is overly kind, but in my view, it is you, Senior Brother, who is truly exceptional."

Xie Baoshu let out a hearty laugh, gesturing for everyone to ascend the mountain.

He Ming, however, stepped back to whisper something to Yu Qingshuang before rejoining and leading everyone up the mountain.

Qingsong Mountain was covered with verdant pines, among which were many ancient trees over a thousand years old. This sight impressed Chen Qing as extraordinary.

Pine needles carpeted the stone steps underfoot, making a soft, rustling sound when stepped upon—a rather comfortable experience.

As Chen Qing followed along, marveling at the interesting path, he noticed that Yu Qingshuang had come to walk beside him.

Noticing Chen Qing looking at her, Yu Qingshuang said, "What’s the matter? Are you not happy with me walking beside you?"

"It wasn’t He, my senior brother who told me to come, then I wouldn’t have bothered."

Chen Qing replied with a smile, "It’s certainly more than fine to have Senior Sister accompany me."

"I’ve never been fond of going out, but it feels reassuring to have Senior Sister’s company."

Yu Qingshuang’s expression softened somewhat upon hearing these words.

Chen Qing silently looked forward to Senior Brother He Ming, understanding He Ming’s intent; Qingsong Mountain must not harbor thoughts of taking advantage of Chen Qing.

Upon reaching the main hall at the mountain’s peak, following the spiraled embrace of ancient pines, they arrived at the grand hall of Qingsong Mountain.

Chen Qing marveled at such enormous trees and the peculiarity of a grand hall being built upon one—it was truly a wonder.

Of course, due to the hall being built atop a tree, it was considerably smaller compared to the grand hall of Wuyou Mountain.

Before entering the hall, He Ming pulled Chen Qing aside, whispering, "Chen, my junior brother, when offering tribute later, you go last."

Chen Qing nodded lightly, signaling his understanding, and everyone then entered the hall.

The Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain sat upon a wooden chair entwined with pine branches, from which even new pine needles were sprouting—an indication that it was alive.

This Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain, appearing somewhat aged with a long white beard trailing down to his waist, gazed at Chen Qing and the others with bright, penetrating eyes.

Before taking a seat, the Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain demanded in a cold voice, "Which one is Ye Yuntian? Step forward!"

Ye Yuntian, slightly constrained, stepped forward, standing tall and straight as if he were an unsheathed sword.

With a tall figure and striking looks, now standing there, Ye Yuntian seemed even more impressive and heroic.

The Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain stared at him for quite a while before finally speaking languidly, "It is you who wishes to marry my granddaughter?"

Ye Yuntian saluted, "Reporting to the Mountain Master, I met Xie, your granddaughter when I was young and traveling. She captivated my heart upon first sight, and we traveled the mortal world together. Now that Wuyou Mountain’s affairs are settled, I have come especially to ask for her hand in marriage!"

Suddenly, the Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain was surrounded by intense waves of Foundation Establishment spiritual energy, yet Chen Qing and the others felt nothing, indicating it was specifically directed at Ye Yuntian alone.

After an extended moment, Ye Yuntian stood firm without moving, and only then did the Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain wave his hand to dissipate the spiritual pressure, "The cultivation is passable, and the appearance isn’t bad either."

Ye Yuntian, slightly elated, was about to speak when he heard the Mountain Master of Qingsong Mountain instruct, "Go outside, stand outside!"

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