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"Who do you think you are? How dare you come in front of us and let Senior Brother Song dance with you with a sword!"

Youlan had a bad temper and couldn't help herself and started cursing.

"Youlan, don't be like this."

Song Yu gently pressed her shoulders and motioned her to calm down.

Although Youlan was angry, she still listened to Song Yu and stopped talking.

Song Yu turned to look at Li Qingyun and smiled: "Since Fellow Daoist Li has invited me so kindly, I will show my ugliness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yu's figure flashed and he jumped lightly onto the stage.

He drew a long sword from his waist, and the sword blade flashed coldly in the sunlight.

The audience suddenly became quiet, and all their eyes were focused on Song Yu.

Song Yu took a deep breath and began to dance with his sword.

His movements were not fast, but he inexplicably made people feel that if this sword came at him, it would be difficult to block.

Every move and every style of Song Yu seemed to be telling an ancient story. The tip of the sword cut through the air, making a low hum.

As Song Yu danced with the sword, an invisible aura gradually formed on the stage.

The audience seemed to be brought into a mysterious world and felt the profound artistic conception contained in the sword dance.

Li Qingyun stood in the audience, watching Song Yu's performance intently.

Song Yu's sword dance gradually reached its climax, his figure shuttled across the stage like a dragon, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall. The audience was shocked by this amazing performance and applauded.

Finally, Song Yu put away his sword and stood up, and the aura on the stage dissipated.

Li Qingyun showed admiration on his face. He couldn't help but take a step forward and bowed deeply: "Senior Brother Song's sword dance is really an eye-opener for us."

Song Yu returned the greeting with a smile, and the people around him came forward and admired Song Yu's sword dance.

Youlan looked at Song Yu who was surrounded and curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"You're quite hypocritical for going on stage to dance with a sword even though you clearly don't want to!"

After that, she turned around and left.

……

Youlan left the crowd and wandered aimlessly in the Righteous Alliance until a group of female practitioners from the Hehuan Sect walked past her and a fragrance filled the air.

Youlan couldn't help but take two deep breaths, and felt that the fragrance was really fascinating.

"Two sisters!"

Youlan took a few steps forward and said, "Where are you going?"

The two female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect were both beautiful. The gauze clothes they wore were as thin as cicada silk, which were blown by the wind when they walked, giving them a unique charm.

"We are going to make a wish at the carp pond of the Righteous Alliance. Do you want to go?"

Youlan paused, not knowing what the carp pond was.

"Why do you want to make a wish by the carp pond?"

The two female cultivators giggled, "It is said that if we make a wish by the carp pond, we will be blessed by the sword fairy and find a good husband."

"really?"

Youlan's eyes widened, and she asked excitedly, "Can your wish really come true?"

"If you believe it, it exists. If you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. Little Taoist friend, do you want to go with us?"

Youlan nodded repeatedly.

The carp pond of the Zhengdao League is located in the back mountain. Across a bamboo forest is the legendary wishing place.

Youlan followed the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect at a brisk pace, secretly hoping that her wish would come true.

The sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground. There were many monks standing by the carp pond. Each of them closed their eyes devoutly and threw the spirit stones in their hands into the water.

The red-tailed carp in the pond swam, as if responding to the monks' prayers.

Youlan also closed her eyes, tightly grasped the spirit stone in both hands, and silently made a wish in her heart.

When she threw the spirit stone into the pool, she seemed to feel a warm power enveloping her.

The bamboo leaves around rustled and a breeze blew by, causing ripples in Youlan's heart, as if her wish, along with the sinking of the spirit stone, turned into an invisible ripple and was transmitted to an unknown space.

She slowly opened her eyes and let out a long breath.

"Little Taoist friend, what wish did you make? Are you also looking forward to finding a close friend to accompany you and walk hand in hand?"

The female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect did not leave, but waited quietly for Youlan to make her wish before she walked up to her and accompanied her to sit in the pavilion next to the wishing pool.

"Confidant?"

Youlan laughed and said, "I didn't make this wish."

"Oh, it seems that my sister already has someone close to her, that's why she didn't make a wish. It's the sisters who made a mistake."

The three of them chatted and laughed in the pavilion for a while, and then the two female practitioners stood up and said goodbye, saying that they had to go back to rehearse and prepare for tonight's banquet.

Youlan was curious and begged her two sisters to take her to the villa where the Hehuan Sect was temporarily staying.

"We can take you there, but we have to rehearse and may not be able to entertain you. Please don't think we are neglecting you."

"Of course not. Thank you, sisters."

Youlan followed the two of them all the way to the courtyard of the Hehuan Sect.

The two female cultivators gently waved their silk robes and led Youlan into a courtyard full of flowers.

In the courtyard, peonies are in full bloom, osmanthus fragrance wafts in the air, creating a prosperous scene.

Compared with the courtyard where Youlan lives, this place is simply a garden in heaven.

"My two sisters, please go and do your work. I will go shopping for a while by myself."

Youlan walked around the yard for a long time before she sat on a stone bench and sighed, "Compared to the dark abyss, this place is like heaven on earth!"

When Song Yu found her, he saw her lying on the stone table in the pavilion with a pot of wine beside her.

"Youlan?"

He pushed Youlan twice.

Youlan was sleeping soundly and was unaware of Song Yu's arrival.

"Why are you sleeping here..."

Helplessly, Song Yu picked up Youlan and was about to take her back when a fragrant breeze blew by and the graceful figure of the female cultivator fell into the pavilion.

"Song Yu, long time no see."

Hu You half-lying and half-leaning on the bench in the pavilion, looking at Song Yu.

"It's you……"

Song Yu sighed deeply.

The reason why he avoided the people from the Hehuan Sect was that he was afraid of meeting Hu You who had been chasing him all those years ago.

But Hu You was already in the Mahayana stage back then. Logically, he should have ascended to heaven after thousands of years of practice. So why was he still staying in Lingwu Continent?

"Hu You, why are you still here?"

Song Yu frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Hu You smiled lightly, with a sly look in his eyes: "Song Yu, have you forgotten that the secret method of the Hehuan Sect can prolong the life of practitioners, and even break through the bottleneck of the realm in some cases?"

Song Yu was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"Even so, why don't you pursue a higher realm, but stay here?"

Hu You stood up and walked in front of Song Yu with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Realm is important, but some things are more important than ascension."

She paused, then continued, "For example, to end an unfinished relationship."

Song Yu was shocked and still felt uncomfortable with Hu You's straightforwardness.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions.

"Hu You, the past is the past, and we all have our own paths to follow."

Hu You shook his head gently, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"Song Yu, do you really think that time can erase everything? I have waited for you for a thousand years. You finally came back, but you didn't come to see me right away. I am very sad."

Song Yu remained silent.

Ever since he returned to Lingwu Continent, he never thought about looking for Hu You.

"Hu You, the matter between you and me has long been settled. Now I just want to focus on cultivation and improve my realm. I don't want to pursue love too much."

Song Yu's tone was firm, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

When Hu You heard this, a hint of loss flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

She had heard Song Yu say similar words thousands of times, but when Song Yu said this back then, there was no woman by his side, but this time there was a young demon cultivator by his side.

"Is it because of her?"

Hu You pointed at the drunk You Lan, and said with a hint of resentment: "Are you rejecting me because you have her?"

"Of course not. Youlan is just a friend I know, not my partner."

Although Song Yu's words were firm, Hu You obviously did not intend to give up easily.

"If that's not the case, then why can't you let me stay with you? Maybe one day you'll change your mind."

As Hu You said this, he wanted to go forward and hold Song Yu's hand, but was pushed away by the other party.

"Hu You, I thought I had made it clear enough. It's impossible between you and me. It wasn't possible before, and it won't be possible now."

Song Yu said firmly.

A trace of pain flashed across Hu You's face and tears seemed to glisten in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed them.

She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"Song Yu, why is your heart so cold and hard?"

She asked softly, a tremor in her voice.

Song Yu did not answer, but just looked at her quietly, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.

Hu You is very beautiful, and her appearance is outstanding in the entire Lingwu Continent, but Song Yu still rejected her. It was not because of her appearance, but because she was a cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, and there was a huge gap between her thoughts and Song Yu's.

During her pursuit of Song Yu, there was always a male cultivator by her side.

Song Yu really couldn't accept this, even though Hu You explained that he was looking for other male practitioners just for the purpose of practicing martial arts.

When Hu You saw Song Yu remained silent, an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

She knew Song Yu's character. Once he made a decision, nothing could change it.

But she was not reconciled. After all, after a thousand years of waiting, she was treated so coldly.

"Song Yu, do you really think that I, Hu You, will give up so easily?" There was a hint of provocation in her voice, "Sooner or later, I will get your heart."

Song Yu frowned. He didn't want to have a conflict with Hu You, but he also didn't want her to continue to pester him.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm: "Hu You, we have different paths and cannot work together. I respect your choice, and I hope you can respect mine."

"Well, let's wait and see."

Hu You turned over and jumped out of the pavilion, his figure disappearing into the night.

Song Yu picked up Youlan and walked two steps, then stopped to find a hangover pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You are so careless that you dare to get drunk and fall asleep in an unfamiliar place. Aren't you afraid that someone will snatch you away?"

As soon as Youlan woke up, she heard Song Yu's complaints.

"Where are the two sisters who drank with me? They promised to accommodate me."

Youlan rubbed her eyebrows and said helplessly.