My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 364 Months Later, the Original Item Was Returned



Chapter 364 Months Later, the Original Item Was Returned

In the blink of an eye, several months have passed.

After that earth-shattering sword strike that split mountains and parted the sea, the strange occurrences in Jinghong Sea gradually disappeared, restoring its former tranquility. The number of low-level sea monsters also slowly returned to normal.

The independent fishermen, in order to earn the spiritual stones needed for their cultivation, once again set sail and plunged into the vast blue waves to catch fish and shrimp. Their lives seemed to have returned to the peace and monotony of the past.

The surveillance disciples sent by the Hundred Swords Pavilion patrolled this sea area day after day, but they never found anything. As time went by, their vigilance gradually relaxed.

The sect leader and the elders sat solemnly in the council hall of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

Although they had many guesses about the identity of the mysterious woman, a sliver of doubt remained in their minds.

Finally, after some discussion, they reached a consensus that the woman was a cultivator from the outer sea who had fallen into the Rainbow Sea due to injury. Now that she had awakened, she should leave and would not cause any more trouble.

Whether this judgment reflects their true thoughts or is merely a comforting statement intended to appease others and deceive themselves remains unknown.

Yu Yi and Nangong Xue have been interrogated several times since they were rescued, and then they quietly recuperate in the sect.

Only now, after their injuries have finally healed, have they been able to step out of the sect and see the light of day again.

Looking back on the past few months, Yu Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The life, ostensibly for recuperation but in reality a form of house arrest, left him feeling incredibly oppressed. He often stood alone by the window, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds outside, secretly regretting that if he had known it would turn out this way, he would never have accepted the mission to investigate the anomaly.

His left arm was unfortunately bitten off by a monster in that battle, and the limb could not be found. It could only be regrown with the help of the sect's secret techniques.

While this compensated for his physical condition, it also made his path of cultivation more difficult, as the loss of limbs further reduced his chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Although the chances of him succeeding in breaking through were not high to begin with, this incident dealt him a heavy blow.

Even so, he could only silently endure it and try his best to adjust his mindset.

Nangong Xue herself was unharmed, but she was worried about Yu Yi and the other Foundation Establishment disciples who were traveling with her.

Of the six Foundation Establishment disciples, five perished, and only one survived with severe injuries. This incident caused a great uproar within the sect, and the disciples were all terrified and filled with apprehension.

To reassure the people, the sect leader not only provided generous compensation to the deceased's relatives and friends, but also arranged for the survivor to become a disciple of a highly respected Nascent Soul elder, as a sign-off of the sect's kindness.

Several months passed quickly, and people gradually forgot the tragic fate of the five disciples. Instead, they talked about how the surviving disciple had really had a stroke of luck, gaining power overnight and becoming the envy of everyone.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xue couldn't help but sigh inwardly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Among the five deceased, two were her close friends and junior sisters whom she had taken good care of.

They were lively and cheerful, always by her side. Now, their remains are gone, and only when their spirit lamps are extinguished can we confirm that their souls have returned to the heavens.

Whenever she thinks of it, Nangong Xue feels a deep sadness.

From a young age, her elders taught her that spiritual cultivation was a matter against the will of Heaven, and that life and death were impermanent and could not be chased. However, when she truly faced the departure of those around her, she found it difficult to let go.

Just as she was feeling downcast, a streak of light suddenly appeared, gently landing inside her cave and transforming into a message talisman.

A sense of doubt arose in Nangong Xue's heart. Who could possibly want to communicate with her at this moment?

She gently raised her hand and lightly touched the communication talisman with her fingertips. A gentle and polite voice immediately sounded: "Fairy Nangong, I am the manager of Jubao Tower. Today, someone has come carrying a storage bag with a unique style of your sect. Remembering your instructions in the past, I have come to inform you."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xue's eyes flickered slightly.

She rose, her robes fluttering, and walked toward the cave entrance, pondering to herself.

The two deceased junior sisters, one surnamed Nie and the other surnamed Yu.

Junior Sister Yu's storage bag contained two invaluable spiritual items that aided in Core Formation. These were items they had painstakingly searched for and were extremely valuable.

The five Foundation Establishment disciples died and their bodies were lost, along with their storage bags, which were left in the deep sea.

Nangong Xue had specifically instructed the cultivators on the nearby islands that if anyone discovered any items related to the Hundred Swords Pavilion, they must report it immediately.

However, she also knew in her heart that this hope was extremely slim.

Whichever cultivator or sea monster finds those storage bags, they will take out the treasures inside and destroy anything that might leave a mark or be tracked.

Moreover, the storage bag itself is very easy to identify; it belongs to the Hundred Swords Pavilion. Who would expose it and invite trouble for themselves?

Several months have passed, and Nangong Xue thought the matter had sunk without a trace and would never be heard from again. But she never expected to receive such news today.

After a while.

A pale blue streak of light pierced the sky and landed steadily in front of the Treasure Pavilion, revealing Nangong Xue's figure.

The maid in the building immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Welcome, Senior Nangong. Please follow me."

After speaking, she turned gracefully and led Nangong Xue up the stairs towards the private room upstairs.

"Manager Hu, Senior Nangong has arrived," the maid announced softly outside the private room before leaving.

Nangong Xue stepped into the private room and glanced around before realizing that besides Steward Hu, there was actually another person in the room... a mortal girl?

She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and subconsciously took a second look.

The girl had delicate features and, despite her young age, possessed a natural air of composure, neither arrogant nor humble.

Seeing that she had arrived so quickly, Manager Hu dared not delay for a moment. He quickly picked up the tray beside him and presented it to Nangong Xue: "Fairy, this is it."

On the tray, there was a storage bag in the style of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.

Nangong Xue recognized it at a glance, and was even more surprised, because the storage bag looked completely intact and showed no signs of being opened.

Seeing this, Manager Hu quickly transmitted his voice, saying, "The one who brought this item is this mortal. I saw that you, Fairy, take this matter very seriously, so I detained her here and did not let her leave. I wonder if you, Fairy, would like to interrogate her personally?"

Nangong Xue nodded slightly in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Manager Hu put down the tray, bowed, and left, closing the door to the private room and thoughtfully activating the soundproofing array.


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