My sister is the daughter of destiny

On the day that Lu Ningfeng's spirit boat left Wufeng City, a communication jade slip was delivered to a table piled with communication jade slips, looking so inconspicuous.

Sitting behind the table was a young man dressed in a dark black robe inlaid with flickering dark red runes. In sharp contrast to his clothes was his skin, which was as pale as snow and had an unhealthy hue.

The man held a jade message in his hand. The content of the message made him unable to control his emotions, and he spoke almost in a roar.

"Damn you, you bastard. I finally found you..."

This person is none other than the young master of the Hun family in Fengxun City, Hun Tianhe.

Hun Tianhe's eyes were deep and cold, as if hiding endless secrets, and he exuded a cold aura.

"Come here, get ready and head to Dayan City. I want to personally take off her head and use it as a wine jug..."

……

Wind domain.

Youfeng City.

This is an inconspicuous little town with a population of only tens of thousands.

Although this city has a long history and seems quite old, the traces of time have not brought it too much vicissitudes and fatigue. Here, time seems to have slowed down, and everything seems so quiet and peaceful.

Lu Ningfeng was walking on the street holding Lu Ningxue's hand.

Lu Ningxue looked around curiously. The architectural style here was very different from that of Wufeng City. She seemed to have seen this kind of building somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.

She had just successfully refined the fire of the Heavenly Soul Purple Flame today, and not long after she came out of seclusion, her spirit boat arrived at such a small town.

The brother said he planned to go downstairs for a walk, so naturally she wanted to go with him.

But she could see along the way that her brother was in a heavy mood. Lu Ningxue followed her brother obediently and tried not to disturb his thoughts.

The two walked quietly for a long time, visiting many streets and alleys. Lu Ningxue discovered that the clothing style of the people here seemed to be somewhat different from that of the general public in the Tianlan Realm.

She thought quietly for a while, and suddenly thought of someone.

The old man with white beard in the Tongyou secret realm in Tianwu Continent!

It is because she has achieved great success in her cultivation now, otherwise she really would not be able to recall such small details.

"Little Snow."

Lu Ningfeng suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lu Ningxue.

"elder brother?"

Lu Ningxue was slightly stunned. She actually saw a trace of sadness and hesitation in her brother's eyes.

It was an unspeakable emotion, like the fallen leaves in late autumn dancing in the wind, or like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning light. There was a sense of helplessness and confusion in the brother's eyes, like a bird that had lost its direction and was wandering in a dense forest.

Lu Ningxue threw herself into Lu Ningfeng's arms like a young swallow. Her arms were like two gentle dodders, tightly wrapped around his waist, as if she wanted to merge her body with his.

Lu Ningfeng lowered his head, and the fragrance of the girl's hair lingered in his nostrils.

When passers-by saw this, many of them smiled.

Some people quickened their pace and left, cursing and saying that they would rather not eat this dog food.

After a long time, Lu Ningfeng's mood gradually calmed down.

He took Lu Ningxue into a teahouse, placed a top-grade spirit stone on the counter, and then headed towards the top floor under the shocked gaze of the shopkeeper.

There were no guests on the top floor, only an old man sitting quietly.

The two of them sat down, and the old man stood up and began to light the fire, boil water, and wash the tea set.

The most ordinary water, the most ordinary tea, the most ordinary tea set.

In the old man's hands, it was like the most precious treasure in the world. He was meticulous and focused in every step.

Tasting the tea carefully, it does not have many magical effects of Taoist Lingcha, but the fragrance of the tea seems to contain the precipitation of years, that mellow feeling is as calm and profound as the world.

This cup of tea seemed to be telling the story it had experienced, and Lu Ningfeng seemed to have some kind of resonance with this cup of tea.

He seemed to see the world as it originally looked.

He seemed to be in it, the morning light was just breaking, the sunlight shone through the veil-like mist, awakening all things.

In the sky, birds are singing and dancing happily. Their songs are clear and melodious, as if they are telling their own thoughts.

Flowers on the ground are blooming, exuding waves of intoxicating fragrance.

The green woods stood quietly, and the leaves rustled in the breeze, as if whispering.

In this world full of birdsong and flowers, time seems to stand still, making people forget the worries and hustle and bustle of the world.

This seems to be a peaceful and beautiful retreat where one's soul can be purified and nourished.

The aroma of tea gradually faded away.

Lu Ningfeng's thoughts were also pulled back.

“Good tea art.”

Lu Ningfeng put down the teacup and exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, good tea art."

Xiaoxue couldn't tell what it tasted like, but since her brother said it was good, it must be good tea.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. I have been making tea all my life, and practice makes perfect."

The old man laughed cheerfully.

I didn't expect that such a young man could understand his tea. Most people in the world are vulgar, like this girl, who are like cows chewing peony and don't understand.

Lu Ningfeng nodded slightly, looked at the little girl, and chuckled: "Xiaoxue, would you like to hear a story from me?"

"Okay, okay."

The little girl nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"That was about ten thousand years ago. A brilliant genius appeared in the lower realm. He broke through the barriers of cultivation, realized the great way, and ascended to the upper realm."

“After that, geniuses continued to emerge from the lower realm and ascended to heaven on the spot. Most of them chose to join the small force established by the first genius.”

"As time went by, that small force experienced separation and reunion, and eventually formed a small city, Youfeng City."

"Oh, brother, you are talking about the history of this city?"

The little girl showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

A hint of nostalgia flashed across the old man's eyes.

"What then?"

The little girl asked.

A complex look flashed in Lu Ningfeng's eyes. He hesitated slightly, but still chose to continue speaking.

The power structure in Youfeng City is no different from that in that small world. Although there is competition among them, they are able to unite against the outside world. Healthy competition has enabled Youfeng City to enter a period of rapid development.

Everyone who can ascend from the lower realm is a genius. Therefore, a city created and developed by geniuses who ascend from the lower realm will naturally grow in power very quickly.

However, one day thousands of years ago, news suddenly came from Nanfeng City that the ascension platform leading to the lower world had collapsed.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for Youfeng City.

Later, someone with great powers gave an explanation: something strange had invaded that lower world, and the alien race had slaughtered all the creatures in the lower world.

The ascension platform collapsed and the way home was blocked.

All the creatures in the lower world died and their roots were cut off.

Since then, Youfeng City has been silent for hundreds of years.

Until the new generation began to go out into the world.

Youfeng City began to decline slowly.

Lu Ningfeng's tone was a little low, and the old man stopped washing the tea set.

Lu Ningxue felt the heavy atmosphere and did not speak to interrupt.

Hundreds of millions of people were killed.

There are only a few mentions of it in history books.

Only old people like me can truly understand that kind of pain.

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke.

"My friend is very knowledgeable. He even knows such obscure history."

Lu Ningfeng looked at the old man solemnly and asked, "Sir, do you still have the courage to listen?"

The old man fell silent again.

He was naturally very clear that these two people had amazing origins at first glance. People like them would not come to an old man like him to tell stories for no reason, and they were talking about the history of their Youfeng City and Tongyou Realm.

There must be a secret, but Youfeng City is now in such a state of decline. Just as the young man said, do they still have the courage to know that secret?

The old man was silent for a long time this time. Finally, he looked up at Lu Ningfeng and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please speak."

Lu Ningfeng nodded slightly and spoke calmly.

However, he only said one sentence and the old man suddenly stood up, his face flushed and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Do you know a man named Zhang Qingfeng?"

The old man's eyes were as big as copper bells, flashing with blazing flames, as if they were going to set the whole world on fire. His body leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists, and trembled slightly.

"I am... Zhang Yecheng, the seventh-generation lord of Youfeng City. My only son is called Zhang Qingfeng..."

"...Condolences."

Lu Ningfeng was also slightly stunned. The old man's identity was naturally mentioned in the intelligence, or he came here to find the strongest person with the surname Zhang in this city, thinking that he might find Zhang Qingfeng's relatives, but he didn't expect to find his father directly.

It was just a coincidence.

After a long time, Zhang Yecheng finally calmed himself down and looked at Lu Ningfeng again. This time, he spoke with obvious respect.

"Please help me solve this puzzle."

Lu Ningfeng then recounted the details of Tongyou Realm and the current Tongyou Secret Realm, but the name of Tianwu Continent was hidden in it.

After listening to this, the old man Zhang Yecheng sighed deeply and sat down dejectedly. He seemed to have lost his energy and spirit, and was completely different from the angry lion he had just been.

"The remnant spirits of one world are relying on another, weaker world to survive. The Tongyou World has become so miserable..."

Zhang Yecheng lowered his head and murmured, he, or rather these people who stayed in Youfeng City, these old people, were the ones who had the most sincere feelings towards Tongyoujie.

The pain of losing a loved one is inevitable, and now his greatest hope is to return to Tongyoujie.

However, even though I learned that my hometown had fortunately survived, there was no way to go back.