I Can Strengthen Infinitely

"Eh? Young Master Qin? Why are you in Chang’an? I heard from Sanhuang that you went to train somewhere beyond the Nine Provinces." Huang Ting paused, wine flask in hand, and couldn’t help but ask in surprise and puzzlement.

"Indeed, but now I’ve returned, haven’t I?" Qin Yuesheng sat down and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. "During this journey, I managed to handle some matters, and it can be considered a success. From now on, I should have plenty of time to spend at home."

"It’s good to be home, really good. Young Master Qin, you have no idea—you entrusted that little princess to my Daoist temple, but she comes by every day to ask me when exactly you’ll come to bring her down the mountain." Huang Ting shook his head helplessly. "I’ve truly been put through the wringer."

"Ha!" Only then did Qin Yuesheng suddenly recall Ah Jiu whom he’d entrusted to the West Qi Mountain Temple, as well as Bai Ningxuan still waiting for him to fetch her at the White Lotus Sacred Land.

"Enough laughing. When you go back this time, if you find the time, just take that Ninth Princess away. Having a young girl stay at our temple all the time really isn’t appropriate," said Huang Ting.

"Of course, I understand." Qin Yuesheng nodded to agree.

Only then did Huang Ting notice that slow-turning Time Holy Wheel behind Qin Yuesheng, and his expression instantly froze.

Even if he’s never eaten pork, who’s never seen a pig run? With the Xiqi Daoist Temple’s heritage, he instantly recognized it—this was unmistakably the sign of stepping into the Saint Wheel Realm!

"Saint Wheel Realm—you’ve actually already reached the Saint Wheel Realm?" Huang Ting’s shock was truly beyond words.

When he first met Qin Yuesheng, what was the other’s level back then?

How much time has really passed? And now he’s already an exceedingly rare Saint Wheel Realm expert?

Is he an immortal reborn or did he swallow an Immortal Pill? This progress is simply too ferocious—it’s hard to accept.

"Haha, yes, this trip brought me no small reward." Qin Yuesheng pressed his hand on Huang Ting’s shoulder, sending a strand of Immortal Power into him, so he could also experience what it felt like.

"This..." As the Immortal Power entered his body, Huang Ting’s expression immediately stiffened, staring at Qin Yuesheng in astonishment.

"This is Immortal Power. I met two Immortals on my journey—they’re the ones who bestowed it upon me."

"Imm—Immortal!" An intense gleam shone in Huang Ting’s eyes.

For Daoists like them, is not the pursuit of the Great Dao and the cultivation to immortality their lifelong goal?

Yet for a thousand years, there had been no trace of immortals in the world. Immortals had become nothing more than ancient legends.

But now, Qin Yuesheng actually claimed to have met immortals with his own eyes. How could Huang Ting not be moved?

"They’ve already returned, but from now on in the mortal realm, meeting an immortal may become much easier than before." Qin Yuesheng smiled mysteriously.

That Celestial Gate in the Northern Desert still exists. Shi Lin and Yalan have returned to the Immortal Realm, but if they’re interested, they can always come back through that Celestial Gate—and so can other Immortals. It’s foreseeable that as more and more Immortals discover this Celestial Gate, they will descend in droves, making the mortal world bustling as never before.

At that time, what kind of world will it truly become? An age of myriad immortals paying homage? Or a chaotic age with Immortals wreaking havoc?

No one can say for sure.

Qin Yuesheng, however, cared little—as long as he could advance one more step, he too would be among the Immortals, and by then, he’d no longer have to fear the Celestial Immortals above; protecting his family would be more than enough.

After some idle chitchat with Huang Ting, Qin Yuesheng cupped his fists in farewell and sped away towards Jiangnan, eager to return home.

Staring after Qin Yuesheng’s departing figure, Huang Ting couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh. "Opportunities are indeed more crucial than any amount of effort or talent. My original decision was not wrong—in relying on the Qin family, West Qi Mountain Temple’s incense and legacy shall be unbroken, lasting for generations."

The situation in the Northern Desert had yet to stabilize, so Huang Ting could not return to Jiangnan with Qin Yuesheng at this time; he still had to help deal with the wandering corpses from the Northern Desert, as well as all the spirit beasts mutated because of the Wu’an Monarch’s Immortal Blood.

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White Lotus Sacred Land.

Ever since the White Lotus Sect Leader passed away, all affairs within the Sacred Land have been managed by the White Saintess, Bai Ningxuan.

But Bai Ningxuan, whose whole heart and mind were filled only with thoughts of Qin Yuesheng, could scarcely concern herself with these matters, leading to neglect.

As a result, the White Lotus Saint Sect ceased all expansion in the world; many of their forces gradually withdrew inward.

Afternoon.

At the pinnacle of the White Lotus Celestial Pavilion.

Bai Ningxuan lay on a jade bed, her long legs casually crossed. Eyes closed, she rested, with two maids fanning her at her side—quite at ease.

"White Saintess, are you thirsty? Shall I fetch you a cup of tea?" One of the maids asked carefully.

Bai Ningxuan waved her hand. "No need. Both of you may leave. Let me have a moment to myself."

"Yes." The two young women immediately withdrew, fans in hand.

Once the area was empty, Bai Ningxuan slowly opened her eyes, sat up, stretched lazily, and said, "Stop hiding, you rascal. Come out."

A figure suddenly appeared not far from Bai Ningxuan—it was none other than Qin Yuesheng.

He looked a little surprised. He hadn’t expected, after secretly entering the White Lotus Sacred Land relying on his cultivation, to be discovered by Bai Ningxuan, the grandmaster herself.

"How did you know I was here?" Qin Yuesheng asked.

Bai Ningxuan playfully tapped the tip of her nose with a finger. "Your scent. I’ve remembered it all this time, and I couldn’t forget."

Qin Yuesheng laughed, "I actually forgot you have a dog’s nose. That slipped my mind."