The three were quite troubled and anxious by the old woman’s antics.

At that moment, the old woman stood up from her chair, looked downstairs, and said.

"Everyone says jumping down will lead to death, but I insist on trying it."

After speaking, the old woman jumped straight downstairs.

The three saw this and hurriedly stopped her, immediately comforting the old woman.

Soon, the sun had set behind the mountains, the sky was filled with starlight, and the night was beautiful.

The cold moonlight scattered on the streets, on the tiles, making the whole world seem as if covered by a layer of silver gauze.

At this point, the Sword Immortal had finished preparing a bowl of porridge and brought it to the old woman.

"Old woman, are you hungry? I’ve made a bowl of ginseng porridge, very nourishing."

The Sword Immortal blew on the heat in the porridge.

Bu Qi the Elder saw the bowl of porridge and frowned even more deeply.

"Such a large bowl of porridge, how can I finish it? It’s really worrying me to death."

"You young girl are really so inconsiderate; don’t you know that people lose appetite as they age?"

Bu Qi the Elder criticized the Sword Immortal.

...

Thus, three days passed, and the three lived every day in the old woman’s complaints and criticisms, and their mood turned gloomy like the weather.

"Alas, this Bu Qi the Elder is really troublesome."

"My long hair is about to fall out by three thousand strands from all this worry."

"I’ve never met such a bothersome old woman; all the worries in the world combined are not as many as hers."

"Bu Qi the Elder is simply submerged in a sea of worries and woes."

The three stood under the starry sky, shaking their heads and sighing.

At this moment, Bu Qi the Elder came out, looked at the three, and said.

"I feel uneasy in my heart! Go and buy me a piece of ginseng to eat."

The Sword Immortal heard this and quickly agreed.

"I’ll go buy ginseng for you right away."

After speaking, the Sword Immortal transformed into a ray of sword light and flew directly to the apothecary.

Bu Qi the Elder looked at the remaining two and said.

"My stomach feels uncomfortable, go get me some Hundred Herbs Ash for breakfast."

"It’s said that Hundred Herbs Ash aids digestion, and my digestion isn’t good because I’m old."

Prajna heard this and managed a faint smile.

"Bu Qi the Elder, I’ll go find you some Hundred Herbs Ash."

After speaking, she quickly flew towards the village; naturally, Prajna knew that the Hundred Herbs Ash was only found in rural chimneys.

Bu Qi the Elder looked at Qingfeng Zi and said.

"My back feels cold, when you’re old you’re prone to catching cold, go buy me some medicine for chills."

Qingfeng Zi shook his head at this and said.

"Old woman, you’re sick; you should see a doctor, not eat random medicine."

The old woman nodded in agreement.

"Alright, then I won’t take medicine. I want beef, go buy me a bowl of beef soup."

Qingfeng Zi heard this, shook his head at Song Jian, and finally unwillingly headed to the restaurant.

Bu Qi the Elder was ill for three months.

The Sword Immortal and the other two were busy every day buying herbs or food to satisfy Bu Qi the Elder’s needs.

Those three months seemed like a nightmare to them.

However, this was just the beginning of the nightmare.

"It seems inviting Bu Qi the Elder to emerge is indeed difficult."

The Sword Immortal had a face full of distress.

This distress was contagious; after spending a long time with the old woman, no trace of a smile remained on the Sword Immortal’s face.

Over these three months, she had been worn down by the old woman quite a bit.

"Isn’t it Good things always come after difficulties? After all, Bu Qi the Elder can defeat Tianyin; inviting her is no easy matter, right?"

Prajna comforted.

Qingfeng Zi gritted his teeth, an unnamed anger rising within him.

Right then, Bu Qi the Elder appeared again in front of the three; her expression was even gloomier, her face filled with countless black wrinkles, like a chrysanthemum that had been crumpled.

Anyone seeing this face would have a shadow cast in their hearts.

"Sword Immortal, I’m hungry and want to eat Thornless Tianlong Fish; go buy me one..."

"Qingfeng Zi, my mouth tastes bitter, go buy me some sweet things."

"Prajna, my old rheumatism is acting up, come massage my legs."

Qingfeng Zi heard this and was furious, feeling his liver ache with anger.

The Sword Immortal shook her head upon seeing this.

"It seems our side has made no progress; I wonder how it’s going on Sect Master Wang’s side?"

"I’m curious too."

Qingfeng Zi waved his white fan.

...

At the edge of Maple Fragrance Lake, the vegetation was lush, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

This was the most beautiful spring, with layers of pollen floating on the lake surface; when the wind blew, ripples formed across the lake.

Such scenery was undoubtedly beautiful.

Wang Ye sat by the lakeside, admiring the exquisite scenery.

Just then, a young man appeared before him, wearing tattered clothes; his left foot donned a woman’s shoe, while the right foot had a man’s shoe.

His face was covered in a beard, and his hair was quite unkempt.

The young man reached the lakeside and scooped up some water to drink with his hands.

"Are you Xiong Fengru?"

Wang Ye took out a drawing from his pocket, and the person in the drawing was Xiong Fengru.

This person bore eighty percent resemblance to the one in the drawing.

Xiong Fengru felt a surge of joy in his heart upon hearing this, his mood akin to a spring thunder in the cold winter night.

He hadn’t heard someone call his name for a long time.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

Xiong Fengru curiously inquired.

Wang Ye confirmed this person was Xiong Fengru, and his mood brightened, having waited three months to finally meet this person.

He scrutinized Xiong Fengru and had some doubts whether such a young man could defeat Moyin?

He asked, filled with doubt.

"It’s rumored you can defeat Moyin?"

Xiong Fengru seemed stunned upon hearing this, standing there like a wooden stake, his gaze slowly becoming vacant.

Three thousand years ago, he had fought Moyin, resulting in Moyin’s miserable defeat at his hands.

Time had swiftly passed, a millennia gone by.

He looked down at his appearance and the reflection in the water, shaking his head.

"Three thousand years ago, I could defeat Moyin, but now I’m no different from a beggar on the street!"

Xiong Fengru sighed deeply, sitting in dismay by Maple Fragrance Lake.

Thinking of the glory from three thousand years ago, there wasn’t even a hint of ripple in his heart.

To him, glory was now a distant memory.

He vaguely recalled stories of friends, who were now all outstanding, some becoming Sect Masters, others the Empress of the Devil Sect... all pinnacles of existence in this world.

But at some point, he fell from grace, becoming a speck of dust between heaven and earth.

Wang Ye saw Xiong Fengru’s expression and thought to himself, this person indeed once defeated Moyin, but why had he fallen to such a state?

"What have you gone through to become like this?"

Wang Ye asked with great curiosity.