34: Jealousy

However, just as the few Cultivators at the very front were about to step into the soft glow, crisis descended once again.

The entrance to the space channel, which had been as docile as a pet dog, suddenly trembled, and the gray vortex began to spin wildly once more!

A terrifying devouring force erupted from within the channel!

The Cultivators at the very front didn't even have time to react before they were instantly pulled into the channel by that force.

The moment their bodies entered the channel, they were like meat thrown into a grinder; their protective Spiritual Qi, Magic Treasures, Physical Bodies, and even their Nascent Souls were torn into primal spiritual energy fragments by the violent spatial turbulence in an instant, leaving not a single trace behind.

This sudden, incredibly bloody scene was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of all the Cultivators who had been blinded by greed!

"It's a trap! Retreat quickly!"

Those who reacted in the back were utterly terrified, desperately trying to stop themselves, but the people behind them, still oblivious, continued to charge forward, and the entire scene instantly devolved into Chaos.

Trampling, cursing, and desperate roars rose and fell.

The space channel was like an ancient Vicious Beast awakening, opening its greedy maw and mercilessly devouring all approaching life.

In just a few breaths, nearly half of the Cultivators were swept in, their forms and spirits annihilated.

The survivors, all injured, collapsed to the ground with faces full of terror, no longer daring to approach that channel by even half a step, which seemed like a heaven-sent Opportunity but was actually the entrance to Hell.

Only then did they belatedly understand a fact that sent shivers down their spines.

That path, from beginning to end, was only opened for that man alone... Meanwhile, on the other side of the channel.

Su Lin and his two Junior Sisters had already passed through the turbulent spatial currents and arrived in a completely different world.

There was none of the desolation and deathly silence of the outside world here.

The sky was a light purple, with several stars emitting a soft glow, neither sun nor moon.

Underfoot was soft, emerald green grass, and a winding path paved with white pebbles stretched into the distance.

The air was filled with rich Spiritual Qi and a faint floral fragrance; distant flying waterfalls and springs were vaguely visible, with immortal cranes soaring, truly a scene of a paradise beyond the mortal world.

"Revered Master, it's so beautiful here."

Mu Qingxue looked at everything before her, her clear, cold eyes filled with wonder.

She could feel that the quality of the Spiritual Qi here was even higher than that of her Qingyao Sect's main peak.

"Did Revered Master live in such an Immortal Realm back then?"

Luo Ximei's peach blossom eyes sparkled with various hues as she curiously surveyed her surroundings, her nose twitching slightly, like a little fox discovering a new territory.

"It's merely a Small World I casually created."

Su Lin looked at the familiar yet strange scene, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Let's go, Listen-to-Rain Pavilion is just ahead."

The three walked along the pebble path, and before long, an exquisite bamboo building nestled within a verdant bamboo forest appeared before their eyes.

The bamboo building was not large, only two stories, with a simple yet elegant style, perfectly integrated with the surrounding natural scenery.

In front of the building was a clear pond, where several koi leisurely swam.

A gentle breeze wafted through, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if welcoming their owner's return.

"Creak—"

Su Lin pushed open the bamboo door, which seemed ordinary but was actually covered with countless tiny Restrictions, and a scent mixed with the fresh fragrance of bamboo and a faint hint of dust wafted towards him.

The furnishings inside the building were extremely simple.

A bamboo table, a few bamboo chairs, a side table, and a faded landscape painting hanging on the wall.

Everything appeared so rustic, yet everywhere revealed a Daorhyme of returning to simplicity.

Mu Qingxue and Luo Ximei followed behind Su Lin, curiously observing everything, their movements becoming cautious, fearing to disturb the hundred-year-old tranquility.

Their gazes, in unison, finally fell upon the bamboo couch by the window.

Was that... where Revered Master once slept?

Su Lin didn't notice his disciple' little thoughts; he walked straight to the side table, looking at the long-extinguished incense burner and a set of dusty tea wares, lost in a brief memory.

Then, as if remembering something, he turned to his two disciple and said, "Wait here for a moment; I'm going to retrieve something."

With that, he slowly ascended the stairs to the second floor alone.

Watching Revered Master's back disappear around the corner of the stairs, Mu Qingxue and Luo Ximei exchanged glances, and a subtle sense of competition once again filled the air.

"Senior Sister, Revered Master has been away for a hundred years, and this place has accumulated dust for a long time; I'll clean it up."

Mu Qingxue spoke first, and as she spoke, her jade-like finger lightly waved, and a gentle Spiritual Qi transformed into a breeze, about to sweep away the dust in the room.

"Oh, Seventh Junior Sister, that's not right."

"Every speck of dust in this room carries Revered Master's aura from a hundred years ago and has witnessed Revered Master's years back then. How can you rudely sweep it away with a Spell?"

Seeing this, Luo Ximei smiled triumphantly, took out a pure white silk scarf from her storage ring, and with graceful steps, walked to the bamboo couch, bent down, and meticulously wiped away the dust.

Mu Qingxue, seeing this, gritted her silver teeth in anger.

You vixen! You beat me to it again!

Not to be outdone, she immediately walked to the bamboo table and, imitating Luo Ximei, meticulously wiped it with her silk scarf.

Just as the two disciple were secretly competing, vying to see who was more "virtuous."

On the second floor, Su Lin had already arrived at the door of his meditation room.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The meditation room was empty, with only a three-foot-long ancient sword, shrouded in Chaos Sword Qi, quietly suspended above the central meditation cushion.

The moment he saw this sword, a ripple finally appeared in Su Lin's calm eyes.

"Old friend, a hundred years no see, I hope you've been well."

He murmured softly.

The long sword seemed to hear his call, emitting a clear sword cry, its body trembling slightly, as if expressing the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

This sword was precisely one of his Lifebound Weapons, [destiny], from when he was a Grand Ascension Supreme.

He stretched out his hand, and the ancient sword [destiny] flew into his palm as if it had a spirit; the familiar weight and the faint Chaos Sword Qi flowing from the sword's body gave Su Lin a long-lost sense of intimacy.

"Let's go, old pal, let's go see this changed world together."

Su Lin murmured softly, and [destiny] hummed, as if responding to his words.

When Su Lin walked downstairs, he saw a scene that made him laugh and cry.

Mu Qingxue and Luo Ximei, two figures who could cause a stir in the Cultivation world with a mere stomp of their feet, were now vying for affection, cleaning the small building as if in a competition.

Mu Qingxue was wiping the table, and Luo Ximei was sweeping the floor; although they didn't use Spells, their movements were extremely elegant.