Chapter 142: 0106 Mu Yu can take her one (2-in-1)

The Chaoyun Sect is essentially a sect with Sect Leader Chaoyun as the authority, where each faction selects a portion of disciples to congregate.

The disciples selected by each sect to join Chaoyun Sect vary greatly, with the Hehuan Sect experiencing the most significant changes.

The current Hehuan Sect is completely different from the original. After a major merger and gaining the trust and guidance of the Sect Leader, the Hehuan Sect has explored a broader and less restricted path, and now it has completely abandoned cultivation techniques related to the Charm Technique and the Six Arts for Women.

Zhu Pingniang is the most typical example. Even after reaching her current realm in cultivation, she still has to enter the brothel to refine her heart, which shows the limitations of cultivating Charm Techniques.

As a result, some of the disciples who once practiced the Ancient Technique have become the majority of the stewards and timekeepers at Muyu Peak.

Back then, the group of “fox spirits” selected to join the Chaoyun Sect, upon learning that the sect was called Chaoyun, unanimously exchanged a smile and decided to name the peak belonging to the Hehuan Sect disciples as Disciple Peak.

…

Twelve Wushan sees nine peaks, the bow of the ship filled with autumn sky colors and green.

Morning clouds and evening rain are mere empty words, a soft weep through the bright moon all night long.

…

For most of the girls, the term “Morning Clouds and Evening Rain” symbolizes the shadow where “yin” and “yang” meet.

Unfortunately, due to the peculiar situation of the Hehuan Sect, the sect consists only of women, thus there’s an excess of yin and a lack of yang.

Therefore, the name Muyu Peak, while suiting the preferences of those charmers at the time, also reflects the essence of their cultivation and even serves as a reminder for the girls not to forget they are the anomalies originating from the Hehuan Sect.

The reason this name was finalized is because of the mysterious indifference of Shi Qingjun back then, who was completely uninterested in matters other than integrating cultivation resources.

In fact, although today’s Shi Qingjun has been played by the girls at Muyu Peak, slightly tarnishing the pure and proud significance of the term “Chaoyun” with a hint of color, she remains unconcerned.

However, when this question came from Xu Chang’an’s mouth, Sect Leader Chaoyun, who had been gradually recovering emotions, suddenly realized that it was a man asking about the ‘Morning Clouds and Evening Rain’ concerning “Shi Qingjun.”

She is not a girl.

But the name that was left behind, belonging to the person called “Shi Qingjun,” indeed is a girl.

This feeling is extremely peculiar. If placed in the mortal world, his inquiry about the “Morning Clouds and Evening Rain” of an unmarried girl would be no different from that of a libertine.

Yet Shi Qingjun did provide an explanation.

One can only say, she is not a typical girl, and Xu Chang’an’s words were without malice.

“…”

In the East Wing, the post-rain sunlight passed through the lattice window, casting a distinct shadow on Xu Chang’an on the ground.

Xu Chang’an’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.

This matter was truly an accident.

It is hard for anyone to associate “Morning Clouds and Evening Rain” with matters between men and women within an immortal sect, something he had never considered even after staying at Muyu Peak for over a year.

“… Senior Sister, I never thought about such things.” Xu Chang’an showed awkwardness: “I apologize, my apologies.”

“It’s alright.” Shi Qingjun shook her head. Since she had explained it to Xu Chang’an, she didn’t mind.

As she mentioned, Xu Chang’an only needed to know there was Chaoyun Sect first, and then Muyu Peak came after.

“Senior Sister Shi, then I’ll take my leave.” Xu Chang’an said.

It could not be considered fleeing; he had indeed completed what needed to be done, and staying longer truly served no purpose.

“Mm, go ahead, I’ll send the Spiritual Liquid and Spirit-Eating Worm to Celestial Bright Peak for you.” Shi Qingjun nodded.

Xu Chang’an bowed to Shi Qingjun, then turned and headed downstairs.

“…”

Shi Qingjun leaned against the window, watching Xu Chang’an’s departing back from a distance, took a deep breath, and sighed softly.

He had reminded her not to forget the words Chaoyun.

The original meaning of Chaoyun is not about such matters of cloud and rain.

Morning clouds float over the four seas.

At dusk, return to the old mountain.

Qing Province, named after Shi Qingjun. Once, she thought she was almost back at the hometown yet unexpectedly encountered an odd Immortal Reincarnation, which made her feel much younger at heart again.

“It would have been better if I had met him earlier.” Shi Qingjun breathed near her cheek-long hair.

She has no romantic feelings between men and women, simply saying that on the path of cultivation, having someone as a mirror is indeed a tremendously fortunate thing.

Thus, Wen Li and the girls at Muyu Peak as well, are all very fortunate people.

Of course, the most fortunate would still be Miss Yun, who had ‘eaten’ Xu Chang’an early on.

“If I were to embark on cultivation all over again…” Shi Qingjun thought about the possibilities of this matter, then gently shook her head.

In Qing Province, it’s not only Chaoyun ruling; there’s also the Demon Sect eyeing from the side, not allowing her to be capricious.

Now she has lost two-tenths of her cultivation, it is fine in the short term, but if it lets the Demon Sect discover it over time, peace in Qing Province might not be maintained.

“…” Shi Qingjun.

Speaking of.

If there were a way to link Xu Chang’an with the Demon Sect in cause and effect, preferably a negative one, what would happen?

Perhaps using someone else to do the dirty work might be a good way.

However, it still needs careful planning.

He may be an extremely sharp knife, but if not handled well, it might stab her first.

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On Celestial Bright Peak.

The entire Chaoyun Sect was blanketed with rain, yet the courtyard in front of Yun Qian’s gate was dry, the sunshine light and floating dust blinding, leaving one too warm to gather even the slightest motivation.

Yun Qian was awake.

Normal.

Xu Chang’an couldn’t possibly summon any Celestial Tribulation.

She was merely watching from the side, secretly listening to him speak.

…

A bamboo chair was placed in the courtyard, and Yun Qian lay napping on it, squinting, feeling the warm breeze mixed with a scent of grass and soil brushing across her face.