Daqing: Immortality begins with taking Fan Xian as your disciple!

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Uncle's words really cut to the bone; he showed no mercy whatsoever.

Su Yu kept her hands tucked into her sleeves, watching the show quietly.

It's just a bit disheartening to realize that the scapegoat isn't just that fool from Dongyi City.

After a moment, Ye Liuyun shook his head with a wry smile.

"You still have that terrible temper."

"They wouldn't even let anyone speak; they just started attacking."

"It's alright. Although I can't beat you, you can't kill me either."

Otherwise, he, a grandmaster of his generation, would have died unjustly in this unknown sea.

Wu Zhu tilted his head and thought for a moment, seemingly agreeing with this statement.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and asked indifferently.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Liuyun flicked his sleeve, which was now only half-worn, and replied with a smile.

"While traveling around, I happened to pass through your esteemed place."

Su Yu smiled; it was a familiar reason.

Wu Zhu clearly didn't believe it, and moved the iron rod in his hand.

Ye Liuyun coughed lightly twice and smiled.

"I heard you might still be alive."

"I'm coming over here to fight you."

"Ever since we had a fight many years ago."

"After that, I never encountered an opponent worthy of a fight."

Wu Zhu nodded with a cold expression.

"Ah."

"Now that we're done fighting, let's go."

He spoke crisply and decisively, showing no intention of keeping the guest.

Ye Liuyun was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his fist towards the blind man and smiled.

"Actually, I'm not a talkative person."

Having said that, he put his hands behind his back, used his inner energy to propel the half-finished fishing boat away.

His silhouette was dashing, and his words were simple.

Su Yu knew that Ye Liuyun hadn't mentioned a single word that shouldn't have been said.

But he said everything he needed to say.

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: The grass grows and the orioles sing in the second month of spring! Off to Kyoto!

The three people who had been behind the rocks on the cliff have now emerged.

Watching the dashing singer leave, their eyes held a hint of respect.

While watching the battle, Fan Xian pressed him with curiosity.

Fei Jie then gave a general account of the legendary life of Ye Liuyun, the grandmaster of the Ye family.

Before Ye Qingmei arrived, or more precisely, before Wu Zhu arrived.

Ye Liuyun is the number one swordsman in the Qing Kingdom, with unparalleled swordsmanship.

He challenged top masters from all walks of life, engaging in seventeen battles.

He won every game and never lost a game in his life.

Even though he was later defeated by the incredibly powerful Wu Zhu, he did not suffer a complete defeat.

He abandoned the sword that Linglong had always been proud of, but he rediscovered his own path.

He founded the Flowing Clouds Freehand Technique and became a grandmaster.

He can be described as a truly remarkable person!

Before the boat had gone far, Ye Liuyun sensed the group of people and turned back for another look.

In the distance, there was a little boy who looked somewhat like an old friend, and the old poisoner from the Overwatch Council.

Another young man in white, but who was he?

His gaze lingered for a moment, and he looked it over curiously.

I could only sense that the young man possessed an extraordinary air about him.

This person had witnessed the duel between two grandmasters, yet when facing himself, his expression remained remarkably calm.

Ye Liuyun nodded and smiled, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This young man is no ordinary person!

……

Ye Liuyun came, and then left.

Like fleeting clouds in the sky, it drifts everywhere, yet leaves no trace.

The residents of Danzhou City were completely unaware of this.

They held it in the highest esteem, regarding it as a divine master who had once visited.

In that unknown sea, we fought and sang.

Ye Liuyun suddenly arrived in Danzhou, did nothing, and then left in a hurry.

This is too strange.

So, that very night, Fei Jie once again wrote furiously.

I wrote a letter to Dean Chen, who was far away in Kyoto, to report on this matter.

Fan Xian, however, remained naively certain.

That grandmaster, who seemed to live a carefree life, was just here for tourism.

Who says that experts can't come to Danzhou for tourism?

Su Yu declined to comment.

In fact, Ye Liuyun came here specifically for Wu Zhu.

To test the waters and find out about the existence of this top expert.

And it was precisely this test that brought true peace to life in Danzhou.

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No more assassins came to their deaths.

……

Spring brings forth water, summer brings forth lush forests, autumn brings blossoms, and winter brings snow.

Seasons come and go, and in the blink of an eye, another year has passed with lush grass and soaring birds.

It's already February, and there's still more than a month until the spring imperial examinations in March.

Kyoto was already filled with a strong atmosphere of exam preparation.

In the Qing Kingdom, countless scholars have spent ten years studying diligently, all for the sake of this triennial imperial examination.

The candidates from all over the country had already entered the capital.

Meanwhile, in Danzhou, at the Fan residence.

Today is the day Su Yu should set off for Kyoto.

Because Ruoruo is now much better, I took her with me to Kyoto this time.

Fan Xian and Fei Jie stayed here.

Su Yu had been staying at the Fan residence for over a year, and naturally, she felt reluctant to leave.

Not to mention Fan Xian and Lao Fei, even Ruoruo, the rabbit in the yard.

After feeding them for a long time, you inevitably develop some affection for them.

That rabbit used to eat shredded radish cut by Wu Zhu as its nutritious meal.

Then he was poisoned by Fei Jie and Fan Xian, master and disciple.

Naturally, he and Ruoruo would prepare the antidote.

Following this entire process, the rabbit not only survived.

Instead, they grow fatter and fatter.

Su Yu was thinking that she might as well take it to Kyoto.

Otherwise, if we stay here, those two troublemakers will ruin us sooner or later.

Of course, besides feeling reluctant to part with it.

Su Yu's heart was filled with anticipation for life in Kyoto.

In the past year or so, he has cultivated to the seventh level of the Immortal Body.

There are still three realms to go before reaching the realm of supernatural powers and possessing magical abilities.

Reborn from a drop of blood, capable of changing at will, immortal...