Little Fritter?
Listening to those words, a thought occurred to Chen Changsheng.
Could they be referring to who he once was?
Earlier, while inside the Fate Stone, Chen Changsheng had witnessed his own eting with Yu Xuan. The na ‘Chen Fan’ had been ntioned then.
“If that’s true,” he pondered, “then that scene I saw in the Fate Stone… that must have been their very first eting.”
The origin, then, lay in the Southern Jun region over eight thousand years ago.
After all, Yu Xuan had reincarnated using the Sutra of Rebirth. In that case, perhaps her na changed with each life.
Even if she successfully retained her mories, she should definitely still recognize him.
“But if the Fate Stone is also Yu Xuan’s mory,” Chen Changsheng wondered, “then how could it help hide from the Heavenly Secrets…”
“Could it be that her cultivation depth was already of inscrutable depth back then?”
That was entirely possible.
As for why he only saw that tiny fragnt of mory within the Fate Stone, it was likely because the spiritual essence within the stone had been gradually exhausted over ti.
That explanation made sense.
And the reason the pearl within the Yuqing Sword remained? Perhaps because…
That lifeti’s Yu Xuan had successfully reincarnated, mory intact.
But sothing else puzzled Chen Changsheng more at that mont.
This Yu Xuan he now saw before him…
Which lifeti’s Yu Xuan was she?
His focus returned to the ‘Southern Garden’.
Having reclaid her mories, Yu Xuan stayed in the Southern Garden for several years. Drawing upon the vast experience within her mories, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.
Within a re ten years, she leaped from a re Mortal to the Divine Transformation stage, just a hair’s breadth away from the Dongxu Realm.
“That’s plenty,” Yu Xuan declared.
She stood up and walked towards the adjoining room.
Hanging on the wall was a sword.
She took the sword down and drew it slightly from its sheath to look at it.
The blade humd faintly, emitting a chilling gleam.
“Poor little Shangqing, tired of being cooped up in here?”
The Shangqing Sword vibrated softly, as if expressing its grievance.
Yu Xuan chuckled. “Be good now. I’m taking you out to bully so people.”
“Let’s go.”
Swinging the sword onto her shoulder, she swaggered out of the Southern Garden. Her face wore a youthful, carefree grin, and she spoke like a child ready for mischief.
Chen Changsheng found this strange. But didn’t the Black Pagoda say Yu Xuan rarely spoke? he thought to himself.
This was quite the difference…
And this Shangqing Sword? Clearly, Shangqing was Yu Xuan’s personal sword.
And Yuqing? That sword belonged to Zhao Yuqing.
Did that imply…
There must also be a Taiqing Sword?
The three celestial lords of Taoism: Yuqing, Shangqing, Taiqing. Yuqing led them all, known as the Primordial Heavenly Lord; Shangqing was the Spiritual Treasure Lord; and Taiqing, the Lord of Virtue.
But in this world, there were no legends of the Taoist Trinity.
Probably those sword nas were also given by him, Chen Changsheng.
Yu Xuan took flight using the Flying Sword technique, leaving the Southern Garden. What Chen Changsheng then found unexpected was…
Now possessing magical power and an immortal sword, Yu Xuan didn’t embark on grand adventures. Instead, she took to stirring up trouble across the Cultivation World!
Just as she’d said: ‘taking the sword out to bully people’.
Though her magical power might not have been vast, her insight from multiple lifetis granted her profound cultivation depth. Many masters of the advanced Dongxu Realm couldn’t match her.
It seed Yu Xuan wandered the Cultivation World purely for idle entertainnt. Whichever poor cultivator crossed her path was bound to get a hard ti.
“Halt!”
Several cultivators stopped mid-stride and turned to look at the girl shouldering her sword.
“Daoist Friend, what matter requires our attention?” one asked.
Yu Xuan directly drew her sword. “Robbery! Hand over all your treasures!”
She acted like so all-around scoundrel, bullying and robbing other cultivators everywhere.
Crucially, after robbing soone, she wouldn’t leave imdiately. She’d linger, waiting for her victim to run off and call for backup.
First, disciples of minor sects fell victim. Then inner court disciples. Then Elders. Finally, even Sect Leaders got robbed.
After wreaking such havoc across the Cultivation World for a year or two, she inevitably stirred deep ire.
Thus, more than ten sects banded together, determined to eliminate this nace.
Yu Xuan got wind of it beforehand. Under cover of night, she fled straight to the Mortal Realm. Nearly a thousand cultivators arrived only to find an empty den; no one could discover where this troublemaker hid.
The sects subsequently placed bounties on Yu Xuan, offering Magical Artifacts and treasures. But years passed without a single solid lead. They’d just have to swallow their losses.
Yu Xuan, anwhile, road freely among the mortals, swindling food and drink.
In her spare ti, she returned to see Li Niangui’s parents. She traded so of the treasures looted from cultivators for ordinary silver, helping the Li family start a business.
“La la la la…”
On this particular day, Yu Xuan walked along a mountain path, swaggering with her sword shouldered carelessly.
Mid-stride, the Shangqing Sword slung over her shoulder suddenly reacted.
“Hum.”
The blade shuddered once, seeming to sense sothing.
“Hmm?”
Yu Xuan halted. “What are you shaking for?”
The Shangqing Sword flew from her grip, vibrating intensely as if trying to show her sothing.
Yu Xuan paused, then suddenly understood.
“Is it Little Fritter!?”
She hurried towards the nearest Civic District. The closer she got, the more agitated the Shangqing Sword beca.
Yu Xuan entered the Civic District. Her gaze swept across the streets, finally settling on a dirty beggar sitting by the roadside.
Chen Changsheng watched this scene unfold and instantly recognized that beggar.
Without a doubt…
It was himself.
“Heavens…” Yu Xuan mumbled. “How’d you beco a beggar again?”
Pondering for a mont, she approached.
‘Chen Changsheng’ lay napping by the street edge. In his bowl sat two copper coins – who knew who had tossed them?
He didn’t mind. Surviving a day ant facing three years of death later; he wouldn’t starve. Occasionally soone tossed him coins. Maybe co afternoon, he could buy a couple of stead buns. Then, as dusk approached, he’d nibble away waiting for death’s hour.
Never did he expect to et a strange girl on this day.
“Hey, hey there, Little Beggar.”
‘Chen Changsheng’ opened his eyes, looking at the girl before him. She was undeniably pretty, but the sword over her shoulder looked quite unfitting.
“What do you want?” ‘Chen Changsheng’ asked.
Yu Xuan crouched down, pointing at the coins in the bowl. “Could you lend so money?”
‘Chen Changsheng’ blinked, looking from her to himself. “Young lady, who’s mixed up here? Am I not the beggar?”
Yu Xuan kept her eyes on him. “So, will you lend it? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
‘Chen Changsheng’ thought briefly, then shook his head. “Just two coppers. I’d planned on buying buns. No.”
“You won’t lend it…”
Yu Xuan stood up, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
‘Chen Changsheng’ watched her. “What are you planning?”
“Shiiiing.”
Yu Xuan suddenly drew her sword, resting its point against ‘Chen Changsheng’s’ neck.
“Hand it over!”
‘Chen Changsheng’ stared dumbfounded at this girl, a stream of grumbling curses escaping his lips. “Are you robbing beggars now?!”
Was there no law anymore?
Even a beggar gets robbed!
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