Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Mo Zhuer?”

Hearing the name spoken by this spirit flower, Qin Qingwan froze for a moment.

Who is Mo Zhuer? Could she be a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect? But she had never heard of such a person. Or perhaps she was a guest from outside? Qin Qingwan looked at Xu Ming and asked, “Xu Ming, do you know this person?”

Xu Ming’s mind raced furiously, even though only a breath of time had passed.

But to Xu Ming, it felt like an entire century had gone by.

“I do,” Xu Ming nodded. Although his expression remained calm, his heart was already a raging sea. “Mo Zhuer is the Saintess of the Black Lotus Sect. Previously, she was hunting me down, but for certain reasons, we ended up cooperating to kill a Saint Son of the Black Lotus Sect and the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.”

“The Saintess of the Black Lotus Sect?” Qin Qingwan blinked, finally recalling something.

Indeed, Mo Zhuer was listed on the Beauty Ranking, ranked tenth.

Qin Qingwan quickly crouched down, gently patting the little spirit flower’s head. She said to the flower, “You can go now, but remember, you mustn’t tell anyone about what happened here today. Otherwise, I’ll use you to make soup. Understood?”

With that, the spirit flower pulled up its roots and toddled away.

Qin Qingwan stood up, lightly brushing her skirt, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. “Our Tianxuan Sect’s Zixia Grand Ceremony has never invited demonic sect disciples. In fact, whenever we encounter disciples from demonic sects, we kill them without exception.

Yet this Saintess of the Black Lotus Sect not only came but openly revealed her name instead of hiding it.

This woman is truly intriguing.”

As she spoke, Qin Qingwan smiled at Xu Ming. “You’ve interacted with her before. What do you think her intentions are?”

“I’m not sure,” Xu Ming shook his head. “I’ve only had limited contact with her, and our relationship isn’t good. Whatever interactions we had were purely interest-driven.”

“I see~”

Qin Qingwan’s eyes curved slightly, though she couldn’t help but feel Xu Ming was intentionally distancing himself from the matter, as if there was something he didn’t want her to know.

“Well, a guest is a guest. Since she came, it wouldn’t be right not to show hospitality.”

With a flick of her finger, the floating petals in the air began to gather, eventually forming a small dove that flew gracefully toward the entrance of the valley.

Outside the valley, Mo Zhuer, dressed in a black dress, was waiting patiently.

When she saw a dove formed of flower petals flying toward her, Mo Zhuer lightly tapped it with her finger, and the dove scattered, forming the delicate words “Please come in, Miss” in the air.@@novelbin@@

Mo Zhuer stepped forward, entering the narrow passage leading into the valley.

When Mo Zhuer arrived at the flower-filled valley, she saw a man and a woman standing at its center.

The woman was, of course, the owner of the valley—Qin Qingwan.

As for the man…

Mo Zhuer studied him carefully, and her lips curved upward slightly. She felt her trip here wasn’t in vain—this was going to be interesting.

“Mo Zhuer of the Black Lotus Sect greets Fairy Qin and greets Young Master Xu,” Mo Zhuer said as she approached the two, bowing slightly.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Miss Mo. Just call me Qingwan,” Qin Qingwan replied, returning the bow.

“Greetings, Miss Mo,” Xu Ming said with a cold, detached tone, deliberately maintaining an air of distance.

Mo Zhuer naturally sensed Xu Ming’s deliberate effort to keep his distance, which left her feeling displeased.

But she didn’t let it show.

Instead, she carefully observed the woman before her.

There was no doubt—this woman, ranked among the top ten on the Beauty Ranking alongside herself, truly lived up to her reputation.

Qin Qingwan was stunning. Her beauty was a blend of sweetness and allure, with a touch of elegance and refinement, giving off the impression of a well-bred young lady.

Seeing Qin Qingwan and Mo Zhuer standing together, Xu Ming couldn’t help but feel an odd sensation. It was as if his lover had encountered his legitimate wife. But the problem was, Mo Zhuer wasn’t his lover, and Qin Qingwan wasn’t yet his wife.

Strictly speaking, even though Qin Qingwan had come into his life first, Mo Zhuer was the one who had shared a deeper connection with him first.

To be honest, Xu Ming already felt an urge to leave.

But he worried that if he left, Mo Zhuer might say something strange to Qin Qingwan.

At least by staying here, he could keep an eye on her.

“I’ve long heard of Miss Qin’s illustrious name,” Mo Zhuer said politely, her tone consistently courteous. “After arriving at the Tianxuan Sect, I’ve always wanted to visit, but unfortunately, I heard you were in seclusion. Today, by chance, I learned that you had emerged, so I came immediately. If my visit is abrupt, I hope Miss Qin will forgive me.”

If not for Mo Zhuer’s somewhat “immodest” attire—her skirt barely reached her knees, exposing a portion of her thighs, and her feet were bare, showing her delicate ankles—Qin Qingwan might not have thought of her as a demoness.

Then again, Mo Zhuer’s short skirt was a traditional outfit of the Western Regions, known for their openness. Given that she was from the Western Regions, her appearance was not particularly unusual.

“Miss Mo, there’s really no need for such courtesy,” Qin Qingwan said with a gentle smile.

She formed a hand seal, channeling her spiritual energy.

In the next moment, the flowers and grass on the ground began to grow rapidly, with vines bursting forth from the soil, intertwining and forming shapes.

In less than three breaths’ time, the vines and flowers had coalesced into a table and chairs.

“Please, have a seat,” Qin Qingwan said, gesturing with a graceful hand.

She and Mo Zhuer sat across from each other, while Xu Ming casually chose a spot off to the side.

From her storage pouch, Qin Qingwan retrieved a tea set, spiritual tea leaves, and a water vessel filled with spiritual spring water.

“Speaking of which, I didn’t expect to see Young Master Xu here,” Mo Zhuer said, turning her gaze to Xu Ming with a soft smile.

Before Xu Ming could respond, Qin Qingwan interjected on his behalf, explaining with a smile, “Xu Ming and I have known each other since childhood. We grew up together. When I came out of seclusion, a senior sister told me that Xu Ming was here, so I immediately asked her to invite him over.”

“Ah, I see,” Mo Zhuer replied with a faint smile, taking a sip of tea. “That reminds me of that night when Young Master Xu told me he was heading to the Tianxuan Sect. I didn’t expect that the person he was coming to see was you, Miss Qin.”

“That night?” Qin Qingwan turned to look at Xu Ming, her smile deepening. “So, Xu Ming, you and Miss Mo spent a night together?”