455: A Sea of Flowers
Soaking in the lightning pool was a good idea, though not everyone infected with demonic patterns could withstand it.
Peak Master Qingyuan pondered for a mont, silently noting this thod in his mind, planning to discuss it further with Sect Leader Qingxiao later. However, seeing the little tiger's vengeful expression, he didn't rashly agree to anything. After explaining the situation, he asked the two: "I need to take Elder Yuan to the Enforcent Hall. Would Jianbing and Young Mistress like to co along?"
Yun Qingyue considered briefly, then decided to accompany Peak Master Qingyuan, eventually eting Sect Leader Qingxiao in the somber and imposing Enforcent Hall. Since they had already encountered Peak Master Qingyuan first, they already knew most of what they needed to know.
The two saw other people infected with demonic patterns, each with varying degrees of infection, though all less severe than Huiqian's had been. Among these people, cultivation levels ranged from Spirit Division and Fusion stages to Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages. The forr could risk being sent to soak in the lightning pool, but the latter didn't even have this sole opportunity—their cultivation was too low, and they might be instantly electrocuted to oblivion upon entering the lightning pool.
The two sighed deeply. After consulting with the Sect Leader and finding no better containnt thods, they could only apprehend and confine these individuals.
Sect Leader Qingxiao remained steady, even reassuring the two: "It's alright. I've already ordered the activation of parts of the sect's protective grand formation. The sect disciples will also be examined one by one soon. We won't let the situation continue to deteriorate."
The two could only nod. Hearing that the protective grand formation had been activated, they completely abandoned any thoughts of leaving.
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Having learned most of what they wanted to know, the two bid farewell and departed, with a ready-made reason—Jianbing's Purple Cloud Peak had just been destroyed, and they needed to go back to restore it and establish a foothold there.
In truth, Xuanqing Sect had many spirit peaks and didn't lack Purple Cloud Peak. Moreover, Purple Cloud Peak's conditions weren't particularly outstanding. According to the Sect Leader and Peak Master Qingyuan, Jianbing could easily choose a new spirit peak, with no need to restore the sliced mountaintop. However, the little tiger insisted, and the two n couldn't say much more, only watching as they departed.
On the way back to Purple Cloud Peak, the two hardly spoke, unusually quiet.
In fact, not only were they quiet with each other, but the entire Xuanqing Sect was silent—as Peak Master Qingyuan had said, Xuanqing Sect was filled with anxiety, and everyone had begun to shut themselves in. The cultivators who used to fly back and forth were nowhere to be seen, and even the celestial cranes used for transportation had disappeared. If not for the chirping insects and birds below, one would feel as though they were in a desolate place.
Jiang Mo deeply disliked this oppressive atmosphere. So when she distantly spotted her half-sliced Purple Cloud Peak, she gestured with her hands: "Ah Yue, should we restore it to its previous form, or shape it anew?"
Yun Qingyue was sowhat distracted and casually replied: "Whatever works. Do as you think best."
Jiang Mo was sowhat dissatisfied with this perfunctory attitude, but too much had happened today, and by comparison, her Purple Cloud Peak wasn't that important. So Jiang Mo, who had been enthusiastic just a mont ago, suddenly lost interest. She sighed: "Fine then, since the mountaintop has been shattered, I can't be bothered to reshape it. Leaving it flat like this is fine too."
Yun Qingyue's thoughts were indeed elsewhere, but hearing this, she couldn't help but be surprised: "That, that's not necessary."
Jiang Mo waved her hand dismissively. She didn't care much about where she lived; she had made Purple Cloud Peak and Jianbing Hall beautiful only in hopes that soday she could bring Senior Sister back to her nest. Now, it seed she had managed to bring Senior Sister back, but the nest was gone, and Senior Sister didn't seem to care much. Her enthusiasm diminished by seven or eight tenths, and the entire tiger wilted.
Seeing this, Yun Qingyue began to reflect on her attitude, realizing that her previous response might indeed have been too perfunctory. She took Jiang Mo's hand and squeezed it, coaxing softly: "Alright, when we get back, I'll help you fix it up, okay?"
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The external situation was unpredictable, but to put it bluntly, even if the sky fell in the cultivation world, the major sects and powers would still uphold it—regardless, it wouldn't fall on the shoulders of two youngsters just over a hundred years old.
Setting aside these worries, their current days were relatively leisurely.
After returning to Purple Cloud Peak, Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue began to tidy up. Fortunately, Elder Yuan's sword had precisely struck the mountaintop, only slicing off the peak. Jianbing Hall on the summit was gone, but at least the impact on the entire Purple Cloud Peak wasn't too significant—at least compared to the surrounding spirit peaks, Purple Cloud Peak, which had originally stood out with its taller height, had rely been leveled.
The two landed on the flat mountaintop, where black fertile soil lay beneath their feet, occasionally interspersed with rocks that Elder Yuan's sword had sliced perfectly flat.
Yun Qingyue stepped on the even ground, looked around, and finally said: "Actually, having a flat mountaintop is fine. It's good for building a house."
Jiang Mo had previously said she wouldn't reshape it and would leave the mountaintop flat, but now that Yun Qingyue was genuinely planning this, she felt dissatisfied again. She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, muttering: "Look at my Purple Cloud Peak, with its swirling spiritual energy and lush vegetation. With the mountaintop sliced off, it's like soone shaved off its hair, making it completely bald."
This comparison was quite vivid. Although cultivators rarely faced the crisis of hair loss, so people who went awry in their cultivation would experience various physical problems. Baldness was one of them, so Yun Qingyue could easily visualize the image...
It was quite vivid, and a bit amusing.
Yun Qingyue stepped forward and took Jiang Mo's hand, smiling: "Don't worry, it won't stay like this."
After saying this, without waiting for Jiang Mo to say anything more, she waved her hand, scattering a large number of seeds. Spirit energy-driven breeze evenly blew those seeds across the flat and empty mountaintop. Then, with a hand seal from Yun Qingyue, a small Spiritual Rain technique was imdiately ford, with fine rain mist falling over Purple Cloud Peak.
Jiang Mo vaguely guessed what Senior Sister was about to do. She extended her hand, and droplets of spiritual rain with a refreshing coolness fell into her palm. The spiritual rain falling on their bodies was neither wet nor dry, and a gentle breeze accompanied the fine rain, stirring the hems of their robes incessantly.
The small Spiritual Rain technique didn't produce much rain, just enough to cover the summit of Purple Cloud Peak, and the spiritual energy contained in the falling rain wasn't abundant either. For high-level cultivators like Jiang Mo, it wasn't even enough for one breath of absorption. But for low-level spiritual plants, this thin spiritual energy was already sufficient... Coincidentally, Purple Cloud Flower, used as a fragrance, was just such a low-level spiritual plant.
So under Jiang Mo's gaze, the seeds that Yun Qingyue had just scattered each absorbed water and nutrients. They began to root, to sprout, and within a few breaths, a layer of new green covered the once-desolate land.
The growth of life was always particularly captivating, and Jiang Mo's attention was completely drawn to these newborn lives.
anwhile, Yun Qingyue's hand seals continued. Besides the small Spiritual Rain technique, she also applied a Growth Acceleration technique. Thus, the already rapidly growing seeds grew even faster. The just-erged sprouts instantly beca seedlings, gradually grew taller and larger, and turned into mature plants. Small green leaves unfurled, and before long, pale purple flower buds ford on the branches...
Jiang Mo recognized them—Senior Sister had scattered Purple Cloud Flower seeds. Under the enhancent of magical techniques, these already vigorously growing low-level spiritual plants grew even more wildly, and within a few breaths, they were already ready to bloom.
The little tiger's eyes shone brightly, and after waiting a mont longer, she indeed saw the Purple Cloud Flowers bloom.
Purple Cloud Flowers were used as fragrance—cultivators collected the flowers to make sachets with invigorating effects. Now, with a large expanse of flowers blooming, a gentle breeze brushing past the newly opened blossoms, a subtle fragrance imdiately wafted through the air.
Jiang Mo loved this scent, even though as her cultivation increased, such low-level spirit herbs had long been excluded from her supplies. But perhaps because Yun Qingyue had once given her a Purple Cloud Flower sachet, she had always loved this subtle fragrance and had even planted this low-level spirit herb across her entire spirit peak.
Back then, she had planted a mountain of flowers, hoping for soone to return and see them. Now, that person had returned, her mountain peak had been destroyed, but that person had personally replanted a sea of Purple Cloud Flowers.
A sudden warmth surged in Jiang Mo's heart, dispelling her dejection and warming her entire heart.
Beside her, Yun Qingyue raised her hand to brush over a cluster of Purple Cloud Flowers that had grown by her feet. Her fingertips swept across the delicate pale purple petals, seemingly also acquiring that subtle fragrance. She turned to look at Jiang Mo, her eyes smiling: "See, now the mountaintop isn't bald anymore. Is this better?"
Originally, the two had been standing in a barren land, but with a cultivator's extraordinary abilities, in a short ti, they found themselves surrounded by a sea of flowers. Even with Jiang Mo's limited girlish sentints, she couldn't help but be moved. She also turned her head, her intense gaze eting Yun Qingyue's, her golden eyes filled with affection in the sunlight: "It's beautiful..."
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue also grew happy, her eyes curving slightly. Next, she felt a tightness around her waist as Jiang Mo embraced her. Simultaneously, the other woman leaned in, their breaths mingling, and a soft warmth soon pressed against her...
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