Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Go, Invite Young Master Xu for a Drink

“If on the day of the Purple Mist Grand Ceremony, both I and Qingwan were about to die, and you could only save one person, who would you save?”

Wu Yanhan stared straight into Ming’s eyes, waiting for his answer.

This couldn’t help but remind Xu Ming of a fatal question from his past life— if my mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save? Facing the question of saving either his wife or his mom, he could dodge it with “Can’t you swim?”

But now, it seemed a bit difficult.

“I will save both of you,” Xu Ming thought for a moment and said, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

Xu Ming chose an all-purpose response.

“Have you always been this boastful after more than half a year?” Wu Yanhan turned her head and whispered softly, “You’re just a little cultivator.”

Xu Ming smiled, “Not just a cultivator, but also a martial artist.”

“Yes, yes, you are also a martial artist. But when the time comes that you really have to give up one path, which path will you choose?” Wu Yanhan stared straight into Xu Ming’s eyes, waiting for his answer.

Xu Ming: “.”

“Wouldn’t you abandon the path of the martial artist?”

Wu Yanhan laughed.

Wu Yanhan rarely smiled.

Now, there was a touch of sadness in her smile.

“In fact, I hope you abandon the path of the martial artist. Since you can cultivate, and your talent is not bad, why insist on walking down this road that might very well be a dead end? Riding swords through the skies, ascending to heaven and descending to earth, lasting ten thousand years without decay, glimpsing immortality.

How many people dream of such things.

Xu Ming, I don’t have spiritual roots, I cannot cultivate.

I may not even be able to walk out of this dead-end road.

My lifespan is probably three hundred years at most.

I will eventually grow old.

When I become old and unattractive, Xu Ming, you will still look like this.

This is the greatest difference between mortals and immortals.”

A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, rustling the leaves. The breeze carried the scent of soil and the faint fragrance of the young girl, enveloping the entire courtyard.

The gauze on the young girl clung tightly to her graceful figure.

Her hair gently fluttered, blending with the night, like black waves, yet under the starlight, it revealed a soft luster.

“There is no distinction between mortals and immortals, only people.” After a long pause, Xu Ming slowly spoke, “I will not abandon the path of the martial artist, I will continue to walk this path. If the path of the martial artist is truly a dead end, then we will forge our own path.”

“Ho ho ho ho…” Wu Yanhan burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.

It was the first time Xu Ming had seen Wu Yanhan laugh so brightly, so beautifully.

“I walk the path of the martial artist, what does it have to do with you? Why do you follow me? Could it be…” Wu Yanhan gently wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, stood up, and lightly tapped Xu Ming’s forehead with a playful expression, “Are you my husband?”

Xu Ming: “.”

“Alright, I’ll walk this path alone, it’s enough. I don’t need a sword immortal who commands the world to accompany me.”

Just as Xu Ming was about to say something, Wu Yanhan extended her finger and gently pressed against Xu Ming’s lips. “Speaking of which, didn’t you say you owed me a favor? I’ve thought of how you should repay me—after a hundred years, don’t come see me.”

“Why?” Xu Ming asked.

“Idiot.” Looking at him like a bumpkin, Wu Yanhan muttered in her heart. “Why should there be any reason?”

After finishing speaking, Wu Yanhan didn’t say another word, turning back into the room.

Because.

I don’t want you to see my old self.

“Father.”

At the main peak of Heavenly Profound Gate, Xia Donghua arrived at Xia He’s courtyard.

“How is the thing I asked you to do going?” Xia Donghua slowly opened his eyes, looking at his son.

Around Xia Donghua, there were circles of blood energy swirling.

Within the blood energy, there was also a trace of blackness.

“Reporting to father, I have already ordered the entire Heavenly Profound Gate to be sealed off. They are disguised as disciples of the Demon Sect. Anyone attempting to leave Heavenly Profound Gate will be attacked.

Then I spread rumors within the sect, saying that the Demon Sect disciples are lying in wait around Heavenly Profound Gate, ready to disrupt the Purple Mist Grand Ceremony. After the ceremony, we will cleanse the surrounding areas of Heavenly Profound Gate.

Now, the majority of cultivators dare not leave Heavenly Profound Gate.”

“Very good.” Xia He nodded in satisfaction, approving of his son’s actions. “There is another matter. Did you notice any man and woman leaving together? What happened to those people?”

Xia Donghua thought for a moment, “For those who left together, as long as they were discovered, we used magic to search their souls. After the soul-searching, all of them died, no one escaped, especially the sword cultivators, we paid extra attention to them. However, it seems we haven’t found the pair of man and woman you mentioned.”

Xia He frowned, “This means that the pair of man and woman is still within the sect.”

“Continue investigating! Especially check the sword cultivators currently in Heavenly Profound Gate, and also the disciples of Ten Thousand Sword Sect! They are the prime suspects, keep an eye on them!” Xia He commanded, “Also, keep an eye on Wang Xuan. Every move she makes these days must be monitored. Our grand plan cannot have any disruptions!”

“Yes!” Xia Donghua nodded heavily.

Xia Donghua’s eyes flickered, thinking for a moment before finally speaking, “Father, there is one thing I feel I must report to you.”

Xia He: “Just speak directly, no need for roundabout ways.”

Xia Donghua: “According to the disciples involved in the ambush, someone from the Wu Kingdom left Heavenly Profound Gate. It was a pair of women, one older and one younger, escorted by five hundred Dragon Leopard Cavalry. They attempted an attack, but a far-roaming realm martial artist was escorting them, resulting in the failure of the ambush.”

“One big, one small… Are they sword cultivators?” Xia He asked.

“No.”

Xia Donghua shook his head.

“The older woman is the personal bodyguard of Princess Wu Yanhan of the Wu Kingdom. The younger girl is around eight or nine years old and is someone close to Xu Ming. According to the people I’ve deployed, on that day, Wang Xuan visited Xu Ming.

I’m wondering, with the Purple Mist Grand Ceremony approaching, why would Xu Ming send away the little girl by his side? And why would she need an escort of five hundred cavalry and a far-roaming realm martial artist?

And why so coincidentally did Wang Xuan visit him?

Xu Ming is also a sword cultivator.

Could it be that Xu Ming knows something?”

“…”

Xia He stroked his beard, carefully pondering.

“Go, invite Young Master Xu for a drink.”