Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

As Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan were discussing matters in the courtyard, a female voice drifted in.

Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan turned their heads and saw a woman with a light veil over her face, her hands clasped in front of her, walking into the courtyard.

Compared to ordinary times, the woman's attire today was somewhat different.

She wore a white, floor-length dress, with pink floral patterns embroidered on the wide hem, and a light, smoky purple silk scarf draped over her arm.

Her slender waist was accentuated by a purple brocade belt inlaid with jade.

Her dark hair was tied up with a light purple ribbon, and a few strands of hair fell over her shoulders, making her delicate skin appear even whiter.

What remained unchanged was the light veil covering the woman's face.

Xu Ming had heard that Wang Xuan actually came from a tribe located at the junction of the Northern Wilderness and the Central Plains. This tribe had a tradition that when a woman reached the age of sixteen, she had to cover her face with a veil.

Only on her wedding day could the veil be removed.

Otherwise, if her face was seen by another man, she would either have to kill him or choose to marry him.

Xu Ming didn't know if Ren had ever seen Wang Xuan's face.

But Xu Ming knew that anyone who had seen Wang Xuan's face after she turned eighteen, except for women, was dead.

"Greetings, Senior," Xu Ming stood up and bowed.

"Wu Guo's Wu Yanhan, greetings, Senior," Wu Yanhan, wearing a long dress, bowed slightly, her movements standard and her posture dignified.

Xu Ming had always felt that Wu Yanhan had two forms.

When Wu Yanhan wore martial attire and armor, she gave off a heroic and capable feeling, like an untamable wild horse.

But when Wu Yanhan put on a long dress, you couldn't imagine that such a gentle woman was a martial artist; she was more like a refined lady who would support her husband and raise her children.

Wang Xuan glanced at Wu Yanhan: "I have long heard of Princess Your Highness's great name. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary. The princess is not only outstanding in appearance, but also a martial god body that is rare to see in thousands of years. Wu Guo is truly fortunate to have Princess Your Highness."

Wu Yanhan: "Senior, you flatter me."

Wang Xuan then looked at Xu Ming: "Last night, after I returned to Myriad Flowers Valley, Qing Wan had already told me everything. I have come today to discuss it with you."

Xu Ming nodded: "Senior, please sit."

Since Wang Xuan said she came to discuss, it meant that the matter was feasible; otherwise, Wang Xuan would not have come to see him.

Wang Xuan sat on the stone stool, while Wu Yanhan boiled water and made tea, adding incense with her sleeves, like the mistress of the courtyard.

Wang Xuan glanced at Wu Yanhan and signaled to Xu Ming.

Xu Ming understood Wang Xuan's meaning: "Senior, please rest assured, Yanhan and I have a life-or-death friendship, and I have told Yanhan everything about Three Stone Peak and Xia He."

"Since that's the case, then I won't beat around the bush," Wang Xuan said straightforwardly, without any unnecessary words, "Mo Zhu'er wants my Tianxuan Sect's dragon vein?"

"Yes."

Xu Ming didn't argue with her.

"The Black Lotus Church originally reached a cooperation with Xia He, helping Xia He enter the Ascension Realm, and then Xia He went to the Western Regions to establish a sect, and the two sects formed an alliance, I don’t know what they want to do.

However, Mo Zhu'er is more concerned with her own interests.

Senior also knows that the Black Lotus Church has ten Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, which can be described as raising Gu.

And she can secretly betray the Tianxuan Sect and disrupt Xia He's plan, but correspondingly, she wants the Tianxuan Sect's dragon vein in order to gain more capital in the subsequent competition for the Holy Son and Holy Maiden."

"That's only natural," Wang Xuan nodded, "Otherwise, I would suspect that this Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Church has other plans."

Xu Ming: "Then what does Senior mean?"

"Give her the dragon vein," Wang Xuan replied decisively, without the slightest hesitation. It could be heard that this was the result of Wang Xuan's careful consideration.

"Senior, have you thought it through?" Wu Yanhan asked from the side.

Wu Yanhan was not familiar with Wang Xuan's personality, but she felt that such a big matter, the other party could be so decisive, which was a bit beyond her expectations.

If it were her, she would definitely consider it for a while longer.

"There is no need to think about this matter."

Wang Xuan sat upright, her long dress clinging to her graceful figure.

"If you hadn't told me about these things, I wouldn't have known about them. At that time, I'm afraid the entire Tianxuan Sect would be gone. Now, thanks to you, there is still a chance to salvage it.

Furthermore, even if the Tianxuan Sect's dragon vein, which has been nurtured for ten thousand years, is gone, so what?

As long as the Tianxuan Sect's disciples are still here, where is not the Tianxuan Sect?

It's just a matter of re-establishing a sect.

How can my Tianxuan Sect's disciples be the kind of people who cling to their ancestors' legacy and dare not expand their territory?"

"Senior's words have indeed benefited this junior greatly," Xu Ming said sincerely.

Establishing a sect is not easy, let alone a sect's luck that has been nurturing this land for ten thousand years. This is equivalent to ordinary people possessing a gold mountain left by their ancestors.

However, Elder Wang Xuan was able to decisively abandon this gold mountain and lead her disciples to start from scratch in the cultivation world. Xu Ming felt that he would find it difficult to do so.

Wang Xuan didn't take Xu Ming's praise to heart at all, as if she hadn't heard it: "However, I can only be sure that the ten elders are not Xia He's people. I can't be sure about the others, and I dare not gamble.

I just don't know what that Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Church is thinking."

"I don't have any ideas either, just a simple plan," another light and pleasant female voice came.

Mo Zhu'er, wearing a black dress, walked in gracefully: "Young Master Xu's place is really lively."

Mo Zhu'er stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Zhu'er greets Senior."

Mo Zhu'er glanced at Wu Yanhan: "Oh, isn't this the princess of Wu Guo? Princess Your Highness, it's been a long time."

Wu Yanhan narrowed her eyes and said unhappily: "It hasn't been that long, just a few days."

"Since everyone is here, let's discuss it," Wang Xuan flicked her fingers in the four directions of the courtyard, and a formation to isolate divine sense detection was set up in the courtyard.

Previously, Xu Ming had not activated a formation to isolate divine sense detection.

But obviously, facing Wang Xuan and Mo Zhu'er, the strength of this formation was obviously not enough.

"Miss Mo, can you tell us what kind of agreement my junior brother has reached with the Black Lotus Church?" Wang Xuan asked, "Does Miss Mo have a detailed plan in mind?"

"Of course," Mo Zhu'er's lips curled up, "But before that, I have to show you something."

After saying that, Mo Zhu'er took out a box from her storage bag. The box was opened, and inside was a beating heart.