Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation - Chapter 342: Returning Home

Si Youyou didn’t know how long she had been lying on the roof of the Profound Scripture Hall.

The young girl sighed softly, then sat up and stretched.

When her gaze turned towards the area below the Profound Scripture Hall, a figure wearing deep blue-green daoist robes entered her line of sight.

That figure stood about a dozen zhang away from the Profound Scripture Hall. Seeing the young girl’s gaze fall in his direction, this cultivator in deep blue-green daoist robes respectfully bowed towards her.

Si Youyou recognized the robes he wore.

They were from the Mirage Palace.

Seven years ago, when she represented the North Pass Sect to participate in the Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry, she had seen them before.

And that person wearing the deep blue-green robes of the Mirage Palace, she also recognized him.

Xiao Bo’an.

For over two years now, this cultivator wearing Mirage Palace robes had frequently appeared on Heavenly Summit Mountain, staying with Gu Jing.

Si Youyou somewhat disliked Gu Jing.

But as for this Xiao Bo’an, she absolutely detested him.

It was said that he had now completely severed ties with the Mirage Palace.

The official story was that Xiao Bo’an had committed a grave mistake and was thus expelled from the Mirage Palace.

But in reality, it was Xiao Bo’an who defected.

Xiao Bo’an was no ordinary traitor.

He was not only the chief disciple of the Mirage Palace’s Weaving Dreams Tower, but also the only true prodigy in the last ten thousand years to genuinely master the Weaving Dreams Tower’s secret illusion arts.

And the Weaving Dreams Tower’s secret illusion arts were the very foundation upon which the Mirage Palace had been able to pass down its legacy to this day.

Therefore, Xiao Bo’an’s betrayal was something the Mirage Palace absolutely could not accept.

For the Mirage Palace, the consequences of Xiao Bo’an’s betrayal might even be more severe than the consequences of the Abyssal Tower falling into Kong Yang’s hands.

Even though Xiao Bo’an had found Gu Jing as a backer, Realman Sun-Eroding Liang Huan, who already had a poor relationship with Kongshan Sect’s Kong Yang, still personally ascended to the Heavenly Summit Palace to negotiate with Gu Jing.

The final negotiation result was that Gu Jing promised Liang Huan that if the Mirage Palace initiated a war against other sects in the future, he would help the Mirage Palace once.

And the Mirage Palace would no longer pursue Xiao Bo’an’s betrayal, on the condition that Xiao Bo’an would not leak the Weaving Dreams Tower’s secret illusion arts.

Otherwise, nothing could stop Liang Huan from incinerating Xiao Bo’an’s soul and spirit with a single thought.

Xiao Bo’an had no interest in leaking the Weaving Dreams Tower’s secret illusion arts.

His goal had always been only one.

That was to sweep those old things that should not belong to this era back into the garbage heap of history.

Now, Xiao Bo’an stood below the Profound Scripture Hall, bowing his head towards Si Youyou’s direction and making a respectful bow.

“……”

Si Youyou gave no response, merely shifting her gaze away from Xiao Bo’an, then lightly leaping down from the roof of the Profound Scripture Hall, landing steadily on the ground.

Then she took steps, passing by Xiao Bo’an.

After the young girl walked past the cultivator in deep blue-green robes and continued for another several zhang, a voice came from behind her.

“True Person Qiu, please wait a moment.”

Xiao Bo’an said.

Hearing Xiao Bo’an’s voice, Si Youyou couldn’t help but feel anger rise in her heart.

Qiu Siruo.

This was the true name of Pure Dust True Person, the tenth-generation steward of Heavenly Summit Mountain from over seventy thousand years ago.

Over the past two years, because Xiao Bo’an had been on Heavenly Summit Mountain all this time, Si Youyou naturally often encountered this detestable fellow.

And every time Xiao Bo’an saw Si Youyou, his address for her was “True Person Qiu.”

This increasingly deepened Si Youyou’s disgust while also breeding a certain fear within her.

Fear of her true self.

She should be Si Youyou, this should be her own life.

But as she grew older, Si Youyou’s thoughts naturally matured gradually.

Whenever she thought about everything about herself being overwritten by those ten-thousand-year-long memories belonging to Qiu Siruo, she would feel… afraid.

Si Youyou did not want to be replaced by anyone.

If she was inevitably going to be overwritten by those long memories, then she hoped she could live as Si Youyou for as long as possible.

That way, in the future, on the day she descended into the world with the identity of Qiu Siruo, the proportion of herself as “Si Youyou” would be a bit larger.

“What?”

Si Youyou stopped walking. Her tone when speaking to Xiao Bo’an naturally carried anger.

And Xiao Bo’an, as if already accustomed to it, ignored Si Youyou’s anger, simply smiling and continuing to bow as he said:

“This junior sees that True Person Qiu spends her days on the Profound Scripture Hall, passing time by admiring the sky. Presumably, you must also feel bored and dull. I have therefore thought of an excellent place where True Person Qiu can relax and soothe your mood.”

“Not going.”

Si Youyou just tossed out these two words again, then continued walking.

“True Person Qiu, don’t you even want to hear where it is?”

Xiao Bo’an said from behind.

“Don’t want to.”

Si Youyou rejected it again.

“The Northern Region of Chenping Continent, one of the former three great ferries, now a newly emerging first-rate immortal cultivation sect, the North Pass Sect.”

Xiao Bo’an continued.

Hearing this, Si Youyou stopped walking and turned her head to look in Xiao Bo’an’s direction.

“True Person Qiu, don’t you want to go back and take a look?”

Xiao Bo’an smiled.

…

A young cultivator in gray daoist robes, riding a fine horse with a black face and white forehead, slowly trod upon the official road.

At the end of this road was a city.

The distance to the city was about three li.

Looking from afar, this young cultivator in gray daoist robes could see the exterior of that city clearly, even counting the number of cracks on certain bricks.

There was no need to use true qi to enhance his vision. For the divine sense of a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator, accomplishing such a thing was simply effortless.

That city three li away clearly exhibited the architectural style of the Northwestern Region of Chenping Continent.

To be more specific, it was the architectural style of the Qingque Kingdom.

Gazing at that city, Chen Yan couldn’t help but feel emotional.

He had still returned here after all.

He still remembered that in his first life, he was born into a merchant family in a small city of the Qingque Kingdom.

Later, when he was seven years old, an Immortal Master from the Kongshan Sect brought him back to the Kongshan Sect’s outer court, making him an outer sect disciple of the Kongshan Sect.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason that Kongshan Sect cultivator back then brought him to the Kongshan Sect’s outer court probably had little to do with his bone structure, comprehension, or talent.

The real reason was that his eyes held a maturity and wisdom far surpassing children his age.

After all, he was a transmigrator.

It was undoubtedly a tremendous stroke of fate, and to this day, Chen Yan still felt grateful.

However, Chen Yan never saw that cultivator who brought him to the Kongshan Sect again after that.

Past events were like fleeting clouds.

Now, he was already a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator.

The Martial Spring Realm Supervisors he once looked up to now needed to look up to him with doubled reverence.

Even so, the road ahead remained arduous and difficult to traverse.

Chen Yan rode the fine horse beneath him, slowly proceeding towards the city gate.

There were still seven years and one hundred thirty-seven days left until the end of Mr. You’s agreement with the various immortals.