365: Chapter 365 "Hating Each Other Across the Street, Yet Not Recognizing Each Other"

In the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty of the investment world, she had prepared everything, unifying the three kingdoms for the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, and using her own life to fulfill the "Sir".

Yet she could not calculate that Su Chen would burn up his soul at Wuzhang Plains, manifesting as a sage in the mortal world. And that confession.

In the High Martial World. She calculated that Su Chen would definitely reappear before her.

But she had not expected that so many people would appear by Su Chen's side, wanting to share the "Sir" with her.

She also hadn't calculated that during the great catastrophe of the High Martial World, she would lie in his arms, bathed in blood, in order to protect him, taking her final breath and completely dying.

Meeting Su Chen again in the Linghe Realm. She could no longer calculate clearly whether this person before her, who looked exactly like him but lacked his memories, was really him, or just a similar flower.

It was like the first life in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, that early summer, when a lost and soul-broken Zhuge Jinyu was wandering in the Imperial City of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and heard a song. "Hate being across, not knowing each other..."

The next day, early morning. Outside the Prime Minister's residence, Aunt Qing, who hadn't seen Su Chen for a long time, had already been waiting there.

Seeing Su Chen walk out, Aunt Qing threw herself at him directly. Her beautiful face was filled with tears.

She looked like a "grieved party" who was extremely reluctant to part with him, yet was forced by the bigger picture to watch helplessly as her own "cabbage" was sent to someone else's pigpen.

"Chen'er... I miss you so much."

"When you go over there, you must take good care of yourself."

"If anyone bullies you, use a sound transmission talisman to tell me."

"Even if Aunt Qing has to risk her life, I will go and snatch you back!"

Aunt Qing sobbed while gripping Su Chen's sleeve tightly. That aggrieved look made Su Chen feel quite amused.

"Alright, Aunt Qing, look how old I am." Su Chen stretched out his hand, ruffled Aunt Qing's head very naturally, and consoled her gently.

"Once I finish visiting the remaining seven places, I will be able to completely shake off that old dragon's tracking."

"When that time comes, I will return to the Cangmang Sacred Land and stay by your side every day."

"And..." Su Chen smiled mischievously and took Aunt Qing's jade-like hand. "Aunt Qing, if I remember correctly." "The night I turned eighteen... you also wanted to..."

Hearing the three words "you also wanted to," Aunt Qing's pretty face instantly flushed to the color of a pig's liver. In her mind, she couldn't help but start letting her imagination run wild.

"You!~ Bastard!" "Su Chen! You aren't learning anything good at all!"

After such a bout of playful bickering with Su Chen, Aunt Qing felt a little better.

She summoned a flying boat, took Su Chen, and soared into the sky, leaving the Imperial City of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty where he had lived for a year.

Their destination was the most remote and dangerous dead zone of the Linghe Realm. The Great Wall.

The flying boat crossed hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers. When they finally reached their destination, the scene before them made Su Chen, who was accustomed to the prosperity and grandeur of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, gasp in shock.

This place was an entirely different style from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. The dark red sky, the pungent smell of blood, the pitch-black city walls...

The towering Great Wall was like a giant dragon, stretching across the end of the world, blocking the terrifying black mist that loomed outside the Great Wall.

And outside the Great Wall, there were piles of countless broken swords and white bones. Desolate, deathly silent, and tragic.

Their flying boat landed slowly at the foot of the Great Wall. To Aunt Qing's surprise, the world-renowned heir to the Sword Head, Ye Jingjun, who was about to become Su Chen's second Phoenix Girl, did not come out to greet them in person.

In front of the empty Great Wall gate, only the howling gale blew past. Seeing this, Aunt Qing was not angry; instead, she let out a long sigh of relief in her heart. She even wanted to laugh with a bit of schadenfreude.

"It seems not every Phoenix Girl is like that zhuge vixen. Not every woman is a shameless one who can't move her feet the moment she sees Chen'er."

Aunt Qing secretly grumbled in her heart. "This Red-robed Sword Immortal who cultivates the Heartless Dao is indeed different! Aloof and arrogant!" "This is how a female genius of our cultivation world should behave!"

"I think that so-called cool and peerless Prime Minister Zhuge of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is simply a little vixen who can't move her feet when she sees a man!"

Aunt Qing quietly gave Ye Jingjun a big thumbs up in her heart. Just then, the heavy gate under the city wall opened slowly.

Several old figures, carrying long swords on their backs and walking with a slightly stumbling gait, walked out to meet them.

Aunt Qing's gaze narrowed, and she suddenly noticed. These few Sword Immortals, who appeared to be old people in the twilight of their years wearing worn-out linen sword robes, were emitting auras that were all at the peak of the Integration Realm.

Top-tier powerhouses! Their cultivation was even a notch higher than hers as the Saintess of the Cangmang Sacred Land. Even the old men guarding the gate and running errands were at the peak of the Integration Realm. It seemed that the Ye Jingjun she had never met must also be a genuine, powerful figure at the Tribulation Transcendence stage.

The few old Sword Immortals walked in front of the two, their withered faces devoid of expression, their attitude cold to the freezing point. They didn't even offer a polite greeting. They just scanned Su Chen with their cloudy eyes and indifferently dropped four words.

"Follow us." After saying that, they turned around and led the way. The two followed behind, confused.

Su Chen couldn't help but use his divine sense to ask Aunt Qing. "Aunt Qing, why does this group of people all have straight, dead faces?" "Compared to the enthusiasm of the hundred officials kneeling to welcome us when we went to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, this is too different, isn't it?"

Aunt Qing replied using divine sense as well. "Chen'er, you don't know." "Sword cultivators are the most upright and unyielding group of people among all cultivators in this Linghe Realm..."

That was right. In the Linghe Realm, although sword cultivators were invincible in combat at the same level, because of that aloof sword bone—what other cultivators commonly called a foul temper—this group of people had offended countless major powers, causing their popularity in the Linghe Realm to be extremely poor.

The most critical point was that because of their poor popularity, they were also the poorest group. Yet the resources needed to temper flying swords and advance were no less than those for other cultivators. To temper their flying swords, they could only remain stationed year-round at this godforsaken Great Wall, relying on slaying extraterritorial demons to exchange for meager cultivation resources.

Aunt Qing looked at the few aloof backs in front and explained. "They don't have an opinion about you." "In the eyes of these old stubborn people, no matter how vast the background or how stunning the beauty, it is all empty." "They only believe in one thing—the sword!"

"They simply don't recognize your strength because you currently don't have a shred of sword intent on you, nor have you displayed sufficient talent."

Su Chen nodded in sudden realization. Following the old Sword Immortals through various twists and turns, the group stopped in front of a secluded courtyard deep within the Great Wall.