Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 64 Farewell to Haoyue Manor

As Jiang Jingzhi gazed into the distance from Chongyang Peak, his thoughts drifted far away. "I wonder if Junior Sister is alright on her first descent down the mountain. Is she injured?"

For over a hundred years, Chongyang Peak never felt quiet. But ever since my junior sister left the mountain, I've felt that something is missing from Chongyang Peak; it feels empty.

The two magical maids, who were in the first and second year of junior high school, also felt they had nothing to do, so they cleaned Xu Xiaoxiao's room every day. Even if there was no dust, they would still clean it once a day, hoping that their master would come back.

When Xu Xiaoxiao and the others learned that they were about to return to their sect, they were filled with both longing to go home and reluctance to leave Haoyue Manor.

On the day of their departure, as the morning light shone down, the group arrived in the main hall in neat rows to bid farewell to the manor lord.

Yang Qingfeng stepped forward, cupped his hands and bowed deeply to the ground, his expression respectful and sincere: "Master, we are deeply grateful for your care over the past few days, for sending troops to reinforce us in times of crisis, and for bestowing upon us a spiritual land for study and the wonderful method of controlling spirits. We will remember this kindness and gratitude. Now that the sect's mission is complete, it is time to return to the sect to report back, so I have come to bid you farewell."

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly red, and she tried hard to hold back her tears. She stepped forward and gave a Jianghu salute, her voice slightly nasal: "Master, I have learned a lot during my time at the manor, and I even formed a contract with a spirit body. I will never forget your kindness. When I return to the sect, I will also cultivate diligently so as not to disappoint you. I hope you will visit our Huitian Sect when you have time."

Yuan Mengyao flicked her spirit whip and put it behind her back, then bowed gracefully: "Master, the cultivation techniques and spiritual nourishment of the manor have provided us with ample nutrients for growth. Upon our return, if the sect needs us or the manor faces difficulties, we will certainly do our utmost to assist you and live up to your expectations. We wish you all the best and that the manor will prosper forever."

The other senior students followed suit and bowed, full of gratitude.

With a smile, Master Huang Hao helped each of them up, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "Children, you have all made outstanding contributions on this perilous journey. The Returning Heaven Sect will certainly give you important responsibilities in the future. The road of the martial world is long, and this experience is just the beginning. I hope you will uphold your original aspirations and diligently cultivate your skills. Although we are parting, our friendship remains. If you encounter any difficulties, Haoyue Manor will always welcome you back as guests. Go in peace and have a safe journey!"

With tears welling in their eyes, everyone solemnly agreed, turned around and stepped out of the hall. As they crossed the gate of the manor, they couldn't help but look back, imprinting this unforgettable moment in their hearts. Then, filled with anticipation, they strode towards the direction of the Returning Heaven Sect.

With their hearts filled with longing for the Returning Heaven Sect, the group set off on their journey home with light steps.

Along the way, everyone chatted and laughed, breaking the silence of the mountains and forests.

"Finally, we can go back to the sect! I've been craving Master's spirit plant cakes for so long. The taste is just awful!" a junior brother said, smacking his lips, which drew laughter from everyone.

Xu Xiaoxiao skipped ahead, then turned around and teased, "You're such a glutton! Be careful you don't get fat like a ball when you get back, then even cultivation will be a struggle!"

Yuan Mengyao chuckled and patted Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulder: "Don't just tease others, you're also talking about wanting to see Master and Senior Brother."

As they were talking, a rustling sound suddenly came from the woods. Everyone immediately became alert, some drawing their swords and others summoning their magical weapons.

Yang Qingfeng's expression was grave, and he whispered, "Everyone be careful, something might happen!"

Several enormous iron-backed wolves suddenly emerged from behind the bushes, their eerie green eyes fixed on the group, emitting fierce roars.

"Hmph, just a few wolves. Perfect timing! Let us test the power of the new contracted spirit body!" Xu Xiaoxiao raised her hand, and her flying sword, wrapped in light blue spirit body power, charged forward first.

The spirit surrounded the flying sword, and for a moment it shone brightly. The flying sword suddenly increased its speed and "whoosh" pierced towards the leading gray wolf.

The wolf, however, moved nimbly to the side, dodging the fierce attack.

Yuan Mengyao was not to be outdone. With a flick of her whip, the tip of the whip, like a nimble snake, wrapped around the hind leg of a gray wolf. With a strong pull, the gray wolf staggered.

"Don't underestimate us, we didn't stay at Haoyue Manor for nothing!" she shouted.

Everyone used their skills to fight the Azure Wolf.

After a fierce battle, the wolves were gradually outmatched and slunk away.

Everyone put away their magical artifacts, panting heavily.

A senior female student frowned and complained, "We've only gone halfway down the road and we've already run into this mess. I hope nothing else goes wrong later."

Yang Qingfeng reassured them, "It's alright. With us joining forces, ordinary demonic beasts are nothing to fear. Let's hurry on our journey and strive to return to the sect as soon as possible."

Everyone flew on their swords.

After traveling for a few more days, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and large raindrops began to pelt down.

The group hurriedly found a cave to take shelter from the rain.

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned against the cave wall, pouting, and said, "This rain really came at the worst possible time; I'm soaking wet."

Yuan Mengyao took out several dry clothes from her storage bag and handed them to everyone: "Stop complaining, change into dry clothes, don't catch a cold. If you go back sick, Master will be worried about you again."

After the rain stopped, the group set off again.

The group continued their journey towards the Returning Heaven Sect along the winding mountain road, the withered branches and leaves crunching under their feet.

When they reached a fork in the road, the group was at a loss, as their memory of the return route had become hazy.

A junior brother scratched his head, looking puzzled, and asked, "Senior Brother Yang, this road looks unfamiliar. Did we take the wrong path?"

Yang Qingfeng frowned slightly, took out the sect's specially made compass, infused it with spiritual power, stared at the pointer for a long time, and said calmly, "The compass shows that it is correct. Take the left route. Perhaps the surrounding terrain has changed. Everyone be careful."

Just as we turned onto the side path, a melodious flute tune drifted from afar, its melody ethereal yet subtly eerie.

Yuan Mengyao gripped the spirit whip warily: "Where did this flute music come from in this desolate wilderness? Perhaps someone is deliberately trying to lure us in."

The group slowed their pace and advanced in a defensive formation.

Before long, a woman dressed in plain clothes and wearing a veil blocked the road, holding a jade flute and speaking softly: "Young friends, I have lost my way here and have no spiritual power. Could you lend me a hand and take me to a nearby village or town?"

Xu Xiaoxiao pouted and muttered, "What a coincidence! We shouldn't believe it so easily."

Another senior sister looked at her gently, but also had doubts: "Miss, this place is dangerous. We are in a hurry and it is inconvenient to give people a ride. Why don't you go back and look for others? Maybe you can run into them."

Upon hearing this, a hint of resentment flashed in the woman's eyes, and instantly the music changed drastically, becoming sharp and piercing, with invisible sound waves transforming into blades that attacked.

Everyone hurriedly channeled their spiritual energy to defend themselves, while Yang Qingfeng shouted angrily, "It was definitely a trap! Don't panic, everyone, let's work together to break her sonic attack!"

In an instant, flying swords and spirit whips were unleashed, and light and sound waves collided and surged in the air.

During the fierce battle, the woman moved like a ghost, dodging left and right, and occasionally blowing out tricky sound waves.

One of the senior students was caught off guard and staggered to the ground by the sound wave, letting out a muffled groan.

Seeing this, Yuan Mengyao flicked her spirit whip, pulling her senior brother back into the formation, and shouted, "Hold on! She's all alone, her spiritual power won't last long."

The group gritted their teeth and launched a fierce attack, unleashing their spiritual power.

The woman gradually lost ground, her face turned pale, and she put away her flute and tried to escape.

Xu Xiaoxiao was not about to give up. She used her flying sword to stab at the corner of her clothes, stopping her: "Trying to run? Explain yourself clearly. Why did you scheme against us!"

The woman collapsed to the ground, saying bitterly, "Hmph, I heard you brought out ancient bamboo slips from Haoyue Manor, possessing great treasures. I only wanted to seize them and exchange them for some cultivation resources..."

Yang Qingfeng sneered, "Wishful thinking! We won't take ill-gotten gains, and you can forget about succeeding!" With that, he set up a restriction to trap the woman, to be dealt with by the sect later.

After resolving the problem, the group rested briefly before continuing their journey.