NFBE Chapter 951: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
Chapter 951: The Wife Who Has No Spiritual Roots in the Cultivation Novels
The outer gate of Qingyun Sect was vaguely visible in the distance, but it looked close, but it was still very far away when walking.
She looked up at the sky. Only a ray of afterglow of the setting sun remained. It would soon be dark.
"Miss, why are you so anxious? He can't escape from the sect."
Qinghe didn't quite understand why her young lady suddenly changed. Didn't she look like she wanted to go but didn't dare to go before?
"I just suddenly remembered a dream I had last night, in which I dreamed that if I didn't go, I wouldn't be able to cancel the engagement.
Don't rest too long, let's try to walk as much as possible before dark."
Miaomiao swallowed the dry food, drank some water, and stood up again.
Just as Miaomiao and the others continued their journey of climbing the mountain to find the dog-owning tycoon's fiancé and get compensation after breaking off the engagement, some turmoil also occurred in the Meteorite Secret Realm thousands of miles away.
Beneath the ripples of space, a moon-white figure stepped out from the space crack of the Meteorite Secret Realm.
The little bit of demonic energy that was still on the hem of his clothes was washed away by the flashing golden light, revealing the other person's cool and elegant temperament.
The person who came was Shen Qingci who had just returned from the secret realm.
He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with no extra ornaments around his waist except for the "Po Xie" sword that had accompanied him for many years. The silver thread on the sword tassel shone coldly in the setting sun.
Shen Qingci had an extraordinary aura, and there was not a trace of worldly air on his handsome face. His brows were as sharp as swords, and there was an unfathomable calmness in his eyes. Occasionally, a golden light flashed, faintly revealing his cultivation level of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.
As soon as he stepped out of the secret realm, Shen Qingci frowned.
The spiritual power that was originally docile in his body suddenly became a little restless, but it was not the invasion of evil energy in the secret realm, but rather a strange inspiration that he had never experienced before.
It was as if something was pulling him, making him feel uneasy and he just wanted to rush back to the sect immediately.
"That's strange."
He murmured to himself, but did not ignore his own feelings. Instead, he pinched his fingers together, and the next moment, golden light suddenly appeared around him, and his figure disappeared from the spot.
The movement speed of cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage is extremely fast, and they can almost travel thousands of miles in one step.
So when Shen Qingci left, a white figure left a shadow across the sky, so fast that people could not see it clearly. Only the occasional slight sword sound from the "Po Xie" sword proved his existence.
Shen Qingci didn't know what he was so anxious about, so he didn't care about the mountains and rivers along the way, and just let them pass by quickly under his feet.
The closer he got to the sect, the stronger the feeling became. Shen Qingci even felt a sense of urgency in his heart that he himself didn't understand.
This was an emotional feeling he had never experienced before in all his years of asking.
"Could it be that some opportunity for cultivation is coming?"
He guessed secretly and quickened his pace.
In just half an incense stick of time, the outline of Qingyun Sect appeared before his eyes.
Shen Qingci did not fly directly into the sect. Instead, he slowed down and landed in the clouds above the trail in the back mountain. This was where he felt the strongest. He planned to sort out the restless spiritual power in his body before making other plans.
But at this moment, his eyes accidentally swept across the mountain path below.
On the mountain path, a woman in a brocade cloak was resting on a rock.
She had a voluptuous figure, and even when she was just sitting, she could not hide the aura that was different from that of men and women who practiced Taoism. It was like the charming aura that was nurtured in the nest of wealth in the secular world.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her, giving the ends of her hair a golden edge. Even the sweat oozing from her forehead revealed a bit of the fresh and lively air that Shen Qingci had not seen for a long time.
That was a completely different look from the cold and aloof atmosphere of the world of immortal cultivation.
She didn't have the slightest trace of the thin, plain look of a sect disciple, nor did she resemble the strange, bewitching presence of a demonic woman. Instead, she possessed a rich, bountiful beauty that was extremely difficult to cultivate even in the mortal world, bright and vibrant...
Shen Qingci's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the pressure emanating from his body was quietly withdrawn at this moment.
The originally restless spiritual power in his body calmed down the moment he saw the little girl, and was replaced by a strange numb feeling that spread from his heart to his limbs.
Over the years, he had met countless people, but he had never felt this way.
It was as if his entire mind was captivated by something and he couldn't look away at all.
He even subconsciously lowered his altitude, hid behind the clouds, and looked down quietly.
Seeing that the woman seemed to have rested enough, she stood up, said something to the four maids around her, and continued to walk up the mountain.
Her steps were a little unsteady, obviously as a mortal, and climbing the steep mountain path was very difficult for her.
But her eyes were bright, as if she had some particularly firm goal.
Shen Qingci's eyes followed her involuntarily.
He watched her hair messed up by the wind; he watched her bite her lip and persevere when she was tired, but never complained; he watched the maid beside her want to help her, but she smiled and shook her head, insisting on walking by herself.
That fresh, down-to-earth look was like a stone suddenly thrown into the lake of his heart that had been silent for more than a hundred years, causing ripples.
Shen Qingci raised his hand and touched his heart, which was beating more violently than ever before.
It wasn't the agitation of spiritual energy, but a fresh, warm throbbing...
Should he find a Taoist partner?
This thought popped up without warning, leaving Shen Qingci stunned.
Although he was born in an ordinary family, he stood at a high position because of his spiritual roots. In order to match the position he stood at, he practiced hard for more than a hundred years. In his eyes, there was only swordsmanship and breakthroughs, and he never even thought about the word "Daoist partner".
But at that moment, as he looked at the lively and earthy aura of the woman in the clouds, he suddenly felt that on this lonely path of cultivation for a hundred years, it seemed that someone should accompany him...
Even though he was a powerful Yuanying, and she was just an ordinary woman, there was a huge difference in their status and background.
But so what?