My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Huanhua Village.

There was an unusual grassy slope in the south of the village, which was said to have produced celestial visions.

Early in the morning, several boys climbed up the grassy slope, and the fattest one among them said, “Erlang, did you really see it?”

“Yes!” The other boy nodded with certainty. “I woke up last night and saw a silver light falling from the sky. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the place where the silver light fell was the Immortal Slope!”

Another boy with tan skin said, “My mother said that more than 10,000 years ago, a shepherd boy in the village learned the art of Dao on Immortal Slope. Maybe this is our chance.”

Little Fatty, “You? Forget it. If anyone can be immortal, it must be me. My teacher said that I’m very smart.”

The more they chatted, the more excited they became. But when they climbed up the grassy slope, they saw two people covered in blood lying motionless on the grassy slope, like corpses.

“D-Dead people!” The little fat boy was so frightened that he fell to the ground. His lips went pale and his eyes went slack as he stared tremblingly ahead.

Tannie also screamed and wanted to run down the slope but he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Only the kid named Erlang, although he was taken aback, was quite calm. He stood there observing for a while before he approached the two ‘corpses’ cautiously.

“E-Erlang, w-what are you doing?” the little fat boy stammered, almost crying.

Erlang, “Just taking a look. I won’t do anything.”

He wanted to see if he could find any treasures on the two ‘corpses’. Wasn’t it mentioned in all the storybooks? Many immortals found a corpse in the very beginning when they embarked on the legendary road and received an inheritance from the other party. There were two corpses here!

Just as he was thinking, he saw a ‘corpse’ opening his eyes!

“Aaahhh!!!”

The grass clippings flew on the slope, and several children stumbled and rushed down, leaving only their terrified screams echoing in the wind.

As soon as Qin Yanzhi woke up, he was assaulted by the ear-piercing sound and couldn't help frowning.

The moment he woke up, his memory was still a little confused, but his body immediately sensed that he had returned to the World of Seven Continents.

Qin Yanzhi didn't look to see where he was but instinctively looked for Jing Yue. Seeing that the other party was sleeping soundly with his head pillowed on his legs, while the superficial wound on his ribs was gradually healing, Qin Yanzhi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, he realized that his injuries were all healed, and found it was reasonable after thinking about it. After all, his physical body had been transformed by the blood pool so he was stronger than ordinary people.

Qin Yanzhi sat up and leaned over to look at Jing Yue. After a long time, he gently stroked Jing Yue's cheek.

At this moment, he saw Jing Yue's eyelashes trembling slightly. The next moment, he made eye contact with the other party’s obsidian eyes.

Jing Yue seemed a little dazed at first. Although his eyes were looking at him, it was out of focus. When the blankness in Jing Yue's eyes faded away, intense sadness filled his eyes. The corners of his eyes slowly turned red, and tears flowed.

Qin Yanzhi was startled. From his previous life to this life, it was the first time he saw Jing Yue crying.

He felt as if someone struck his heart, no ache, only pain. He saw most of Jing Yue's memories from the torrent of time, so he knew what A-Wu meant to Jing Yue.

Qin Yanzhi wiped away Jing Yue's tears with his fingertips and covered Jing Yue's eyes with his hands.

He could feel tears wetting his hands but remained silent.

After a long while, Jing Yue said in a muffled voice, “I’m fine now.”

Qin Yanzhi slowly withdrew his hand. Seeing that Jing Yue's eyes were still red, he couldn't help stroking the corners of his eyes.

Jing Yue smiled embarrassedly. He then sat up, looked up at the sky in a daze, and asked after a long time, “Are all the people like you who are sincere to the sword like to sacrifice your body to the sword?”

One sacrificed his soul, while the other sacrificed everything.

Qin Yanzhi froze for a moment, but said, “I can't compare to him.”

Jing Yue raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never heard Qin Yanzhi admit that he was inferior to anyone.

Qin Yanzhi, “He only has the sword in his heart, but I have you in my heart too.”

Jing Yue's surprise gradually softened. Suddenly, he grabbed Qin Yanzhi's front lapels, hugged him tightly, and kissed him hard.

For the first time, Qin Yanzhi felt Jing Yue being so proactive. He hugged the other party tightly, and they nibbled at each other. Other than expressing their love, it seemed that they also wanted to vent all negative emotions such as uneasiness, sadness, and loneliness.

While lost in pleasure, they suddenly heard a burst of chaotic footsteps interlaced with a few human voices.

The two subconsciously separated, their red lips plump and moist.

The voices became clearer, and an old man asked, “How can there be corpses on Immortal Slope, and they even turned into zombies? Erlang, are you really not lying?”

“No! Me, Tannie, and Fatty saw it with our own eyes! They didn't move at first, but one of them suddenly woke up!”

“How can they turn into zombies in broad daylight?”

“I’m telling the truth, Village Chief, you’ll know when you get there.”

Qin Yanzhi and Jing Yue exchanged a glance and shook their heads in amusement.

When the villagers arrived at the grassy slope, they saw two young men who were too beautiful to be real standing on the grassy slope. In addition to this place being the Immortal Slope, these ignorant villagers immediately started having fantasies.

The village chief knelt with a thud. “Have the immortals descended among us?”

Jing Yue was amused. He waved his hand and supported the village chief up. “We’re cultivators, not immortals. We just suffered some injuries and passed out earlier. We aren’t zombies either.”

Of course, the village chief had heard of cultivators, but to them, cultivators were no different from immortals. Moreover, this Daoist was obviously the real deal. He simply lifted his hand and the village chief felt so light that he almost floated up!

Surprised and happy, respectful and fearful, he stammered, “M-May I know the purpose of your visit to Huanhua Village? Your injury…”

The village chief wanted to ask a few more questions, but the kind-looking immortal suddenly had a change of expression. “Huanhua Village? Did you say this is Huanhua Village?”

Village chief, “Y-Yes.”

Seeing Jing Yue's reaction, Qin Yanzhi was puzzled and was about to ask when a flash of inspiration struck his mind. He recalled the scene he saw from the torrent of time—on the grass slope, a shepherd boy was pillowing his head on a dusty stone with a piece of weed in his mouth, listening to the sound of the clear spring trickling past his ears.

The place where Jing Yue obtained the Art of Ten Desolate Universe was Huanhua Village where he lived when he was young! This was the said grassy slope!

That’s right! The stone! Where was the stone that the shepherd boy slept on?

Qin Yanzhi remembered that Jing Yue did not take the stone with him when he received the mantra, let alone destroy it. Instead, he left it where it was, hoping the stone would meet the next destined person.

However, when they woke up just now, they didn't see any stones, or Jing Yue should have recognized this place.

Sure enough, Jing Yue said anxiously, “Is there a stone on this grassy slope? Where is the stone?”

“T-There used to be one…” The village chief was so frightened that he knelt again, and the other villagers followed suit. “That stone is immortal. It was rumored that a shepherd boy in the village got the chance to seek immortality from the stone. But one day more than 10,000 years ago, the stone suddenly disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” Jing Yue was startled. He closed his eyes to sense the surroundings and his brows gradually eased.

When he opened his eyes again, he regained his previous calm demeanor, and said to the kneeling villagers, “We’re here today precisely for this immortal stone.”

Village chief, “B-But the immortal stone is gone.”

Jing Yue smiled. “It's still there.”

With a wave of Jing Yue's sleeve, a deep pit exploded on the grassy slope, and a gray stone was seen in the pit.

Jing Yue raised his hand again, and the stone floated up from the bottom of the pit. Just by looking at its appearance covered with dirt and moss, who would have thought that a heavenly-grade technique was hidden in it?

“Can you see anything?” Jing Yue asked Qin Yanzhi.

Qin Yanzhi shook his head. Even if he released his divine consciousness, it was still an ordinary stone.

Jing Yue, “Maybe it's destiny, only I can sense it.”

Jing Yue suddenly had a guess. More than 10,000 years ago, he was struck to death by lightning, and no one else in this world could discover the Art of Ten Desolate Universe in the stone, so the stone buried itself.

But where did this stone come from? Why did he and Yanzhi appear in Huanhua Village?

Jing Yue had many questions in his mind but a crisp voice suddenly rang in his consciousness. “This is the stone where A-Wu carved his mantra back then.”

Following that, white smoke drifted from the jade pendant around Jing Yue's waist. A youth in a blue robe and cloak slowly emerged from the smoke.

As soon as the youth appeared, he covered his face with his sleeve and said to the villagers, “Go away, this face isn’t something you can look at directly. How bold!”

The villagers looked at the person who appeared out of thin air in horror and then at the two immortals with trepidation. Seeing them nodding, they rushed down the grass slope.

After the irrelevant people were gone, the boy put down his sleeves, revealing an exquisite face.

Jing Yue was immediately impressed. In his past and present lives, he had never seen such a beautiful face. Not even Qin Yanzhi could measure up to it.

Thinking of this, the youth narrowed his eyes triumphantly. “Jing-jing has good taste, hmph! Of course, I look better than Hooligan!”

Jing Yue saw Qin Yanzhi glance over with complicated eyes. “What’s Hooligan?”

Jing Yue, “…”

Jing Yue took a deep breath, ignored Qin Yanzhi's question, and asked tentatively, “Ji-ji?”

The youth nodded reservedly, folded his arms across his chest, and said smugly, “Of course it's me.”

Jing Yue smiled and said, “Are your injuries all better?”

The youth was immediately upset and said, “How can I get hurt? I’ve refined all the lightning tribulations. I’m super powerful!”

Jing Yue deliberately teased him, “Okay, can that super powerful Ji-ji tell Dad the origin of this stone?”

The boy froze. “W-What Dad? D-Don’t talk nonsense.”

Jing Yue stroked his chin. “Let me think, how did you put it back then?”

“Ji-ji was hatched by Jing-jing.”

“Ji-ji feels a father's love as big as a mountain.”

“Ji-ji will take of Jing-jing when you’re old.”

Jing Yue said a few sentences slowly. The youth rushed over and covered his mouth. “Jing-jing, stop talking!” Then, he said aggrievedly, “Jing-jing, don't bully Ji-ji.”

Although the blue phoenix had changed in appearance, and his speech and mannerisms seemed different from the past, his core remained the same. Jing Yue couldn't help but pat the youth on the head.

The youth paused and blushed. He hugged Jing Yue's arm and said childishly, “Ji-ji loves Jing-jing the most! You’re my favorite!”

And Qin Yanzhi, who was neglected by ‘the deep love between father and son’, gazed at them with dark eyes. He suddenly had a premonition—the arch-enemy in his life had finally appeared.