Chapter 1029
I will definitely strive to cultivate.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a world shrouded in ethereal mist. In the distance, towering peaks stretched out, and cranes soared, creating a scene resembling a magnificent fantasy painting.
"Could it be that I've returned to the fairyland?" Yang Ling thought to himself with delight, looking around as he tried to find the figure of the girl in white.
At that moment, a melodious flute tune drifted over, its familiar melody causing Yang Ling's heartstrings to tremble slightly. He followed the sound, passing through a verdant bamboo forest, and finally arrived at the shore of a shimmering lake.
On the lakeside, the girl in white sat quietly, playing a beautiful melody. Her face remained pure and ethereal, as if time had left no trace on her.
Yang Ling stood at a distance, gazing at the girl's figure, his heart filled with excitement and emotion. He took a deep breath and slowly walked to the girl's side.
As if sensing Yang Ling's arrival, the girl stopped playing and looked up. When she saw Yang Ling, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"You...you're back?" The girl's voice trembled slightly, clearly very excited.
Yang Ling nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'm back. I promised you that I would work hard to cultivate and strive to return to the Immortal Realm to see you again."
Upon hearing this, tears welled up in the girl's eyes. She stood up and hugged Yang Ling tightly. "You're really back. I'm so happy."
The two embraced tightly by the lake, as if pouring out all the longing they had felt over the years. After a long while, they finally released each other and smiled at one another.
"How have you been these past few years?" Yang Ling asked with concern.
The girl nodded. "I'm fine, but I often think of you. How about you? How's life in the human world?"
Yang Ling smiled slightly, "I am also doing well. I have been working hard to cultivate, hoping to return to the Immortal Realm one day."
The two sat by the lake, a gentle breeze rippling across the shimmering water reflecting their figures. Yang Ling gazed at the girl in white and said with deep affection, "Over the years, I have often thought of you, of the tranquility and beauty of Forget-Worry Valley. In this world, I have experienced many storms, but whenever I encounter difficulties, I always remember your flute music and that clear lake water; they give me boundless strength."
The girl in white gently took Yang Ling's hand and said tenderly, "I often miss you too, and I miss the time we spent together. Your experiences in the mortal world must have been very rich, right? Could you share some of them with me?"
Yang Ling nodded and began to recount his various experiences in the mortal realm. He spoke of its prosperity and bustle, how he diligently cultivated himself, endured hardships, and finally distinguished himself in the world of immortals and heroes. He also described the delicacies, culture, and customs of the mortal realm to the girl in white, eliciting frequent questions from her, who was filled with curiosity.
"The human world is truly wondrous!" the girl in white exclaimed. "Although the fairyland has its unique beauty, the warmth and familiarity of the human world make people feel all the more at ease."
Speaking of his progress in cultivation, Yang Ling's eyes gleamed with pride: "In the mortal realm, I received guidance from many masters and made many like-minded friends. We cultivated together and sparred with each other, which greatly improved my cultivation."
"That's wonderful!" The girl in white was genuinely happy for Yang Ling. "In the fairyland, I also worked hard to cultivate. Although the spiritual energy here is abundant, the path of cultivation is still full of challenges. However, I also gained insights into many of the mysteries of the fairyland as a result."
The two shared their cultivation experiences, occasionally bursting into knowing laughter. Their conversation shifted from their cultivation progress to the beautiful scenery of the fairyland. The girl in white enthusiastically introduced Yang Ling to many famous sights in the fairyland.
"Do you know? Deep within the fairyland, there is a celestial mountain floating in the air. Every day at sunrise, when the sunlight shines on the mountaintop, the entire mountain is enveloped in golden light, like a bright pearl in the fairyland." The girl in white described it vividly, her eyes sparkling with longing for the beautiful scenery.
Yang Ling listened intently, and couldn't help but exclaim, "That's truly captivating! I must see that immortal mountain for myself if I have the chance." "You will definitely have the chance," the girl in white smiled. "There's also a radiant spring, its water crystal clear and sparkling. It's said that the spring water has miraculous healing properties, capable of purifying the soul and enhancing cultivation."
Led by the girl in white, they began their journey through the fairyland. At each famous scenic spot they visited, Yang Ling's eyes gleamed with awe and wonder.
"Look, that's the floating immortal mountain." The girl in white pointed into the distance, and Yang Ling looked in the direction she was pointing. He saw a mountain peak standing in the air, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.
"This...this is so beautiful!" Yang Ling exclaimed.
"There's something even more beautiful here, come with me." The girl in white smiled and led the way, bringing them to the shimmering, colorful spring. The spring water gurgled and sparkled, reflecting their figures.
"Legend has it that the water of this sacred spring can cleanse the soul and enhance one's cultivation," the girl in white explained. "Would you like to try it?"
Yang Ling nodded, cupped a handful of spiritual spring water in his hands, and felt a cool sensation penetrate his heart as clear water droplets slid from his fingers.
"It really feels so refreshing, as if all my fatigue has been washed away," Yang Ling exclaimed.
Their travels continued to many places, and at each place, the girl in white would give a detailed explanation, allowing Yang Ling not only to appreciate the beautiful scenery, but also to learn about many fairy tales and histories.
However, happy times pass by in the blink of an eye. One day, while Yang Ling was cultivating, he suddenly felt a powerful resistance, as if the boundary between the immortal realm and the mortal world was blocking him.
The girl in white looked at him, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "Your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. It's time to return to the mortal realm to continue your cultivation."
Yang Ling remained silent. He knew this day would eventually come, but when it actually arrived, he still couldn't help feeling reluctant.
"I will miss you," the girl in white said softly, her eyes already slightly red.
Yang Ling held her hand tightly: "I will too, but I will definitely come back. You have to wait for me."
"I will wait for you, forever," the girl in white said firmly.
Finally, Yang Ling turned and left. The girl in white stood there, watching his figure disappear into the end of the fairyland. Her heart was filled with anticipation, looking forward to the day when they would meet again.
Yang Ling silently embarked on his return journey. His steps were slow and deliberate, but his eyes shone with unwavering determination. The scenery of the Immortal Realm, like a continuous scroll painting, kept appearing in his mind. He must cultivate with double the diligence to be able to step back into that mystical immortal realm…
Upon returning to the mortal realm, Yang Ling did not go directly back to his old residence. Instead, he chose a secluded ancient mountain to cultivate in seclusion. Standing atop the peak, he gazed at the starry night sky, circulating his spiritual energy and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth around him. Gradually, a hazy halo appeared around him, as if he had merged with nature.
During his seclusion, Yang Ling often dreamed of the girl in white. Her flute music, her smile, and even every subtle gesture were vividly reflected in his dreams. Yang Ling understood that this was a deep-seated longing, an endless yearning for that time.
A month later, Yang Ling ended his seclusion, his cultivation having made significant progress. Standing atop the mountain, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes revealed composure and determination. He resolved to travel to one of the most renowned immortal sects in the mortal realm—the Qingyun Sect—to seek even deeper cultivation methods. (End of Chapter)