Ye Xianyu awoke in a secluded secret chamber within Chao Duan Peak, with only a withered creation tree branch beside him.
He wore a thick, earthy Nine-Curved Spirit Sword Robe, and his youthful face appeared as delicate as a maiden's in the dim stone room.
Looking at the completely dry, lifeless creation tree branch, Ye Xianyu remained silent for a long time, then finally sighed, "To envy a fish in the abyss, after all, the seasons have changed."
He pushed open the stone door and walked into the light.
On this day, the secret chamber, sealed for over two hundred years, opened.
Ye Xianyu stepped out of the Restriction; the wind that greeted him was cold and somewhat biting.
But it was a fresh breath that had not been felt for two hundred years.
The myriad waters and leaning mountains gradually settled into his heart, and looking back at his five hundred years of seeking the Dao of Immortals, it felt like a grand dream.
He awoke as if from a trance, returning to his original simplicity.
Passing a waterfall, the cascading water fell onto the pond surface like shattered jade and flying snow.
Ye Xianyu sensed his body, devoid of a single drop of spiritual power, and asked himself with a smile, "Five hundred years of Cultivation, all given to the clouds and water?"
Although his spiritual power was gone, the Breakthrough in his Realm was real.
Two hundred years of secluded Cultivation, with the help of the creation tree branch, Ye Xianyu's comprehension of the Sword Dao had reached a new Realm.
He was certain that once his spiritual power recovered to the Late Stage Nascent Soul, with just one opportunity, he would be able to ascend to the Soul Transformation Divine Venerable Realm, a Realm unseen in Luoyun Temple for three thousand years.
However, the recovery of spiritual power was not a task of a single day; it required persistent Cultivation every day.
This was a good opportunity to re-walk the Sword Dao and lay a more profound Foundation than before.
Ye Xianyu had a good mindset; even though he was currently a cripple, the unobstructed path directly to Soul Transformation had opened for him.
Missing for two hundred years, the world might have forgotten him.
Ye Xianyu did not plan to use his old name again; after all, his current strength was weak, and to prevent old enemies from seeking revenge, Ye Xianyu had already thought of his new name before entering seclusion.
Lin Xuanye, the illegitimate son of Grand Elder Lin Shen of Dao Xuan Peak, who died.
He had a good acquaintance with Lin Shen when he was in office, and his Storage Pouch still contained a token proving his identity as Lin Shen's son.
Counting the time, Lin Shen's great limit had now arrived and he should have just died not long ago.
Lin Xuanye had already planned his identity for two hundred years later before entering seclusion.
His new life began here.
Slowly walking out of a dense forest on Chao Duan Peak, Lin Xuanye descended the mountain cliff step by step.
Just as he was about to turn a corner, voices suddenly came from ahead.
"Two hundred years have passed, is Immortal Luo still so persistent?"
"Every time we mentioned your Master while we were together these past few days, Immortal Luo's tone would suddenly become tighter."
"Bah, you villain, when my Master comes out of seclusion, I hope you can still speak like this."
"Even if your Master comes out of seclusion, what can he do? With his Cultivation, he can't change anything at all."
As soon as the words were spoken, a sword light illuminated the green mountains.
In just an instant, Luo Ningshuang's sword tip was pointed at Zhou Fan's throat.
"My Master was a Nascent Soul powerful being before entering seclusion; if I hear you slander my Master again, I will kill you."
Lin Xuanye turned the corner and saw this scene.
The woman was dressed in a black and white single garment, her dark hair neatly coiled high, with a wooden hairpin inserted into her coiled hair.
Her body was tall and full, like a long sword capable of piercing the sky, and at this moment, with her sharp edge fully displayed, she truly showed the power of Sword Immortal Bu Yu.
Lin Xuanye looked at the woman's distinctly curved back, feeling a strong sense of familiarity with her.
The man, whose throat was pointed at by the woman's sword, was tall and strong, with a masculine and handsome face. The man used two fingers to pinch the sword, lightly stroking and plucking, then said with a dissolute expression:
"Why is Immortal Luo so temperamental? Are you thinking of ascending to ultimate bliss with me again?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Ningshuang's beautiful eyes widened. She did not expect this scoundrel to be so bold, speaking so recklessly in broad daylight with passersby present.
Seeing Zhou Fan's skillful technique with the sword tip, Luo Ningshuang seemed to remember something else.
After a faint blush on her pretty face and a soft spit, she turned to the passing Mortal and asked, "Who are you? Why are you on Chao Duan Peak?"
When Luo Ningshuang turned around, Lin Xuanye saw her full face for the first time.
This was his Disciple, and also his most valued Personal Disciple.
Two hundred years had passed, and she was already so beautiful; her clear face had an indescribable charm, completely different from the pure and beautiful maiden she once was.
My Disciple, she has grown up.
After a moment of stunned silence, Lin Xuanye calmly said, "Greetings to both Immortals. I am Lin Xuanye, the son of Grand Elder Lin Shen of Dao Xuan Peak."
"After my father's passing, I was wandering in the temple to clear my mind and unknowingly walked to the waterfall on Chao Duan Peak. I am now descending the mountain."
"Lin Shen's son? Why have I never heard that Grand Elder Lin Shen of Dao Xuan Peak had a son?"
Luo Ningshuang found this person somewhat familiar, yet very suspicious.
She didn't want this person to easily get away. If this person went out and spread the frivolous words that villain Zhou Fan said, her title of Sword Immortal Bu Yu would be ruined, and she might truly become the Silver Rain Sword Immortal in the villain's mouth.
"My father did not disclose my identity during his lifetime. Before his death, he left me a token, allowing me to find my own path. I have not yet officially joined Dao Xuan Peak."
Lin Xuanye took out the token, and Luo Ningshuang glanced at it a few times.
She was not familiar with Grand Elder Lin Shen of Dao Xuan Peak and could not determine if the token was real or fake, but she saw that the young man's demeanor did not seem to be faking, and a sudden thought came to her.
"Since you haven't joined Dao Xuan Peak, how about joining my Lingjian Peak?"
Lin Xuanye was startled. Was his Disciple now so casual about taking on Disciples?
Seeing this, Zhou Fan immediately laughed, "I didn't expect the dignified Sword Immortal Bu Yu to be so desperate now? A Mortal whose Aptitude is unknown, you open your mouth and want to take him as one of the Nine Peaks' Disciples. What will the Utility Disciples in the temple think?"
Luo Ningshuang glared at Zhou Fan with her beautiful eyes, signaling him not to humiliate her in front of outsiders, then looked at the young man again and said,
"Are you willing?"
Zhou Fan found this even more amusing and interjected again, "This son of the Grand Elder, don't be so quick to agree. Lingjian Peak is now in peril, and whether it will have a tomorrow is uncertain. Why throw yourself into such a fire pit?"
"How about joining Yin Yang Peak? I guarantee, as the only Personal Disciple of the Yin Yang Peak Master, that you can choose any Elder from the six affiliated branches of Yin Yang Peak to be your Master."
"Young man, think carefully. Our Yin Yang Peak is now the second peak among the Nine Peaks, while Lingjian Peak has been the ninth peak for almost a hundred years."
Luo Ningshuang saw that this villain Zhou Fan had not only tormented her for so many days, but was now openly competing with her for someone. Her gaze immediately shot towards Zhou Fan like a sword, the warning meaning self-evident.
But Zhou Fan merely took two steps forward, standing next to this disobedient, aloof female Sword Immortal.
Then his palm slid down, and like hitting a water-filled ball, he heavily slapped out a loud sound.
Luo Ningshuang's pretty face instantly turned crimson, while Lin Xuanye, standing not far away, was dumbfounded.