We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Xiao Mo could feel every blade of grass and every tree around him. He could sense the heavenly lightning gathering overhead, poised but not yet released. He could touch the inexpressible resonances of the Dao flowing in the air around him.

”BOOM!”

A gust of wild wind swept through, and the thunder clouds parted.

A great and mighty tribulation descended from the sky, driving straight toward Xiao Mo.

At the same time, in a courtyard on Qianxue Peak, Teacher Xian Xichun, who had been reading through Confucian classics, raised his head and looked in the direction of Jianshan, then pulled his gaze back and continued reading.

Only the faintest upward curve came to the scholarʼs lips, as though speaking to himself. ”Not bad.”

On the main peak of the Hanshan Academy, Dean Cun Caiguang of the Hanshan Academy was lying in a rocking chair, swaying slowly back and forth.

A breath of clear wind carrying the faintest hint of thunderʼs might drifted past, and the Hanshan Academyʼs dean slowly opened his ancient eyes but very quickly, the dean closed his eyes again, smacked his lips, and went back to sleep.

On the deanʼs chest lay a book.

The author of this book had long since been stricken from record in the Ten Thousand Laws Realm.

No one spoke that name anymore. No one dared.

And on the cover of this Confucian classic, written in a clean and upright hand, were five characters: ”Unity of Knowledge and Action.”

…

From afternoon to evening, from the sunʼs descent in the west to the fall of night.

In the side courtyard halfway up Qianxue Peak, the little girl who usually loved nothing more than chasing butterflies had stopped chasing butterflies entirely.

She, who normally ate three full bowls of rice at dinner, had eaten almost nothing tonight.

When doing her coursework, she kept staring blankly at her books, not even noticing as ink dripped drop by drop onto the page.

The longer time passed, the more worried the little girl became.

Had Xiao Mo successfully crossed his tribulation?

If he had succeeded, why had he still not come back?

What if Xiao Mo failed the tribulation crossing?

If the tribulation crossing failed, he could lose his life.

Beneath a sky full of stars, the little girl paced back and forth at the entrance of the courtyard.

The summer cicadas in the trees were singing joyously.

In the past, the little girl would have found the cicada calls unbearably noisy but right now, the little girlʼs heart did not have the slightest space left for the sound of the cicadas.

”Young Miss, the hour is late. The summer night air is cool. Let us go back inside and sleep.”

Seeing her young missʼs anxious expression, maidservant Yueshi stepped forward and said.

”Elder Sister Yueshi, I cannot sleep.” Tushan Jingci shook her head, her eyes looking at Yueshi with unease. ”Elder Sister Yueshi, why has Xiao Mo still not come back? It has already been five hours.”

”Whether for demon folk or for humans, Foundation Building is the boundary between life and death for a cultivator. Some cross it in half an hour. Others take a full day and night. There is no way to know.”

Yueshi explained.

”But Xiao Mo is someone the Lady has her eye on. Both his bone structure and his character are excellent. I am sure Xiao Mo will be just fine.”

Although Yueshi said this, there was very little certainty in her heart.

Because no matter how gifted a person was, or how noble a demonʼs bloodline might be, when facing Foundation Building, failure was always a possibility. Even the complete destruction of body and soul was possible.

No one could guarantee they would definitely survive the Foundation Building tribulation.

Listening to Yueshiʼs reassurance, Tushan Jingci quietly lowered her eyes, her small hands gripping the hem of her skirt. ”Then Elder Sister Yueshi, you go to sleep first. I will wait a little longer.”

”Then I will wait with the Young Miss.” Yueshi said.

”It is all right. Elder Sister Yueshi, go and sleep. Do not worry about me. I promise I will not go wandering off...”

Tushan Jingci raised her small arms and pushed against Yueshiʼs slender waist, steering her into the room, then closed the door.

Returning to the front courtyard, the little girl sat alone upright on a chair, legs pressed neatly together, hands resting on her thighs, facing the courtyard entrance, gazing earnestly into the deep night but as time ticked by, minute by minute,

Tushan Jingci felt herself growing more and more drowsy. Her small head kept nodding downward, as though at any moment she might fall asleep.