The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Qiu Niang exclaimed: "This, this is the legendary Gate of Hell?"

The White Robed Girl chuckled softly and said: "Saying so is not wrong. We heard about the Wu Family’s granary and came to check out the situation, little did we know we would meet you shortly after entering."

Qiu Niang nodded, seeming to understand, then suddenly shook her head and said: "That’s not right, if these are Evil Ghosts, why can’t they detect you two? Also, I’ve lived around here for many years, why haven’t I heard of such a big epidemic three years ago?"

The White Robed Girl gave her a deep look: "We concealed our aura, so in the eyes of these ghosts, we’re like dried wood and stones, naturally they wouldn’t sense our presence. If we weren’t protecting you, they still wouldn’t detect us now. As for the epidemic over three years ago..." For some reason, Qiu Niang felt that the gaze cast upon her held a hint of compassion, a breadth of understanding that sees through worldly affairs with open-mindedness and pity. Yet this girl, clearly looking younger than her, how could she have eyes so weary and aged?

"...It truly happened, on this continent, over a million people were killed by the plague. He and I, back then, treated the ill with the epidemic together." The White Robed Girl glanced at the dark-robed man, her eyes carrying a trace of nostalgia, yet he did not bow his head, only gazed into the distance, striding forward.

The position they traveled to was a vast wasteland behind the Wu Family’s granary. Here, the weeds were still withered in early spring, yet grew nearly two feet high, seemingly untouched for many years. The White Robed Girl sighed softly, reached out to brush the air, causing a gust of invisible wind to sweep through, instantly flattening the wild grass on the wasteland and revealing what was hidden among them.

Qiu Niang timidly peeked inside and choked: amidst the wasteland, occasional sections of eerie white bones appeared, the ground dug with many pits, likely where wild animals searched for food during winter, digging them out. Her gaze swept across, immediately seeing a crooked wooden sign at the front of the wasteland, the engraved words like iron hammers pounding at her heart:

people of Wu Family’s granary buried here!

The White Robed Girl spoke gently: "This burial ground was formed after the plague, where the fortunate villagers who survived gathered the corpses from the Wu Family’s granary and buried them here."

Qiu Niang’s mouth hung open, not knowing what to say, feeling a faint last hope shatter within. After a long while, she heard herself say hoarsely: "Young lady, could you, could you take me to find my husband?" These two beings with Divine Skills, perhaps they have a way to search for her dear one.

The White Robed Girl’s eyes narrowed slightly and said: "You must find him to give up, right?"

Qiu Niang, with tears streaming, nodded.

The dark-robed man standing aside frowned and said: "You really want to take her to find her husband? Just for such a..."

"It’s nearby, with our pace, it takes just two quarters to reach. Are you going or not?" The White Robed Girl glared at him fiercely, "Don’t forget you’re still in the period of penance!"

A small smile appeared on his face, softening even his strict lines. Unable to help himself, he touched his nose and said: "Alright, it’s not urgent anyway." Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered softly, "Earlier I was too reckless, is your body feeling better now?"

Her fair cheeks instantly blushed, she retorted fiercely: "Get lost!"

Meanwhile, the Evil Ghosts from the Wu Family’s granary followed. The White Robed Girl said: "These guys can’t follow our trail and are pursuing you, seemingly determined to get you."

Qiu Niang paled and said: "Why do I have such deep grudges with them?!"

The dark-robed man said nothing, just raised his head to look at Heaven, and beside him, a slender hand reached over to hold him: "Let me try the newly learned Cloud Movement and Rain Formation Technique."

Qiu Niang watched as the White Robed Girl formed a strange spell with her fingers, lips moving slightly as if reciting an incantation. Her whispered words were brief, her red lips barely paused, when Qiu Niang felt a subtle aura gradually emanating from this girl beside her, pure and continuous. Though physically still here, she sensed that perhaps the girl was gradually merging with the entirety of Heaven and earth.

She didn’t know that this was the work of the other party drawing on spells and personal power to steer the Qi of Heaven and earth. If a Heavenly Master were to summon rain, it requires rituals, but to these two, it’s merely a trivial matter.

Soon a great wind swept past the three of them, overhead, at some unknown moment, clouds gathered, and after a short while, light flashed faintly within the clusters, followed by a muted rumble of thunder.