After spending more than a year exploring Tianzhaozhan Mountain, Ling Luo accompanied Yue Liangze to distant cities and states.

They traveled to desolate wilderness, valleys, and forests rarely visited by people, from lush spring to deep winter, encountering humans and spirits far from the hustle and bustle, with both good and evil aspects having their own merits.

Not two days after returning to Tianzhaozhan Mountain, they were personally sought out by the current Temple Master of Northern Court Moon Temple requesting assistance.

Ling Luo stood at the mountain path’s summit, looking down at Wu Xu and Mu Xujing halfway up the mountain, saying, “You, the Temple Master of a thousand-year-old great immortal sect, actually come to seek help from a demon?”

Wu Xu, standing below, replied with an unchanged expression, “A few years ago, this demon said that if the sealed demon within the Jiang family truly revived, we should do everything possible to eliminate it, whether by seeking help from other immortal sects or whatever means necessary.”

Ling Luo slightly raised her chin, her expression proud and haughty.

After suppressing the myriad demons, this generation’s Moon Temple Master thoroughly cleansed the Northern Court Moon Temple, breaking old practices and establishing new ones. He reached a new agreement with the Jiang family: instead of suppressing that terrible demon, they would let it revive to eliminate the hidden danger.

This would both ease tensions among the three great families and release the first generation bound by the evil curse of Broken White End.

Wu Xu believed this was what the later generations of Moon Temple should do.

“Is that your reason for coming?” Ling Luo asked, glancing at the silent Mu Xujing.

This fellow was truly determined to spend his retirement at Tianzhaozhan Mountain, limiting his activities to the mountain and nearby towns. Normally, even when Song Yuanyuan and others invited him to go out and play, he wouldn’t go. More than a year ago, Ling Luo could still take him out occasionally, but now even she couldn’t move him.

Yet here he was, standing with Wu Xu, clearly determined to help.

“Three days ago, that demon revived within a Jiang family member, breaking out of Moon Temple. If it enters the world, it will surely stir up more trouble,” Wu Xu said. “Moon Temple is gathering cultivators from various immortal sects to eliminate the demon together.”

Ling Luo: “But I’m not one of them.”

Wu Xu continued, “Besides demons, this Tianzhaozhan Mountain also houses disciples of the Sacred Sword Sect.”

Ling Luo curved her lips in a smile, “Not to mention that the demon’s power is unfathomable. Just the evil curse of Broken White End alone would frighten away many immortal sects. You know how dangerous this curse is, yet you dare come to me requesting people to go?”

The surrounding spiritual pressure caused flower branches to tremble lightly.

Wu Xu neither avoided nor dodged, saying solemnly, “Indeed, it has frightened away many immortal sect cultivators, but there are still those who have gone. Tianji disciples, the Snowriver Sect Leader—I will go, and he will go too.”

Ling Luo: “Aren’t all these people enough?”

Wu Xu said, “But I don’t want anyone to sacrifice themselves for this.”

Ling Luo snorted with laughter without answering.

Wu Xu told her the location for eliminating the demon, then left with Mu Xujing.

This sealed demon had just revived and was at its most arrogant. Its goal was to turn Northern Court Moon Temple upside down. Now hiding in its old lair to recuperate and restore its prime, Wu Xu and the others would charge in once they found it, giving it no time.

Ling Luo told Yue Liangze about this matter. Yue Liangze asked her, “Don’t you want to go?”

“It’s not that,” Ling Luo said languidly. “The Temple Master of Northern Court Moon Temple personally coming to request help—that’s quite an honor. But he speaks as if I’ll go, which is annoyingly presumptuous.”

Yue Liangze then said, “I’ll go first, and you can keep him waiting a while longer.”

Ling Luo grabbed him as he was about to leave, looking up at him with wide eyes, “Aren’t you going with me?”

Yue Liangze instead took her hand, “Will you come with me then?”

Ling Luo snorted without speaking, allowing him to take her on his sword.

Using the Death Mist Gate would be faster, but traveling by sword would still make Wu Xu wait a bit longer.

When they arrived at the demon’s lair, there was no one outside. As they entered, Ling Luo kept telling Yue Liangze, “Don’t charge ahead when the time comes. Prevent the demon from becoming enraged and playing tricks. Don’t give it a chance to cast spells. We still need to guard against Broken White End. In short, don’t rush to the front—stay behind me.”

Yue Liangze’s expression remained calm. “Say that again?”

Ling Luo, not sensing any problem, repeated herself.

Yue Liangze had been holding her hand as they walked through the deep, wide tunnel. Hearing this, he stopped, turned to her, and gently wiped her cheek, saying, “With the Abyss Spiritual Vein, you’ve come to look down on others.”

Ling Luo: “…”

“I’m just worried about you!” Ling Luo glared at him. “I can kill demons, but I can’t break Broken White End.”

Yue Liangze smiled slightly, “What you’re worried about won’t happen.”

As they approached the end, they heard sounds before seeing people. Ahead, amid bursts of spiritual energy and surging demonic energy, Ling Luo heard Song Yuanyuan shouting, “Stop! Stop fighting! Do you know who my father is?”

Wu Xu shouted, “It’s the demon’s fascination technique! They’re being controlled!”

Xu Shen, blocking a controlled Snowriver disciple charging at him, said, “Stop fighting! Do you know who my mother is?”

Chang Fei was being chased around by an enchanted Yu Cang, shouting at the pair, “Am I the only orphan here or what?!”

Mu Xujing was being pursued and attacked by Feng Tianyao, struggling a bit with the divine sword intent. Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted, “If you want to fight, fight Wu Xu! Do you know who my master is?!”

Wu Xu: “…”

Yue Liangze, with a calm gaze, turned with Ling Luo, “Let’s go back. There are enough people here.”

Ling Luo collapsed into laughter in his arms. Yue Liangze held her shoulder, his expression slightly helpless.

Chu Yi, forming hand seals to prevent the demon from using spells, said irritably, “Since you’re already here, hurry up and help! What show are you watching over there?”

Only then did Yue Liangze draw his sword and strike at the demon, helping Chu Yi share the burden. Meanwhile, Ling Luo cast spells from behind to awaken those under fascination.

Feng Tianyao, upon seeing Ling Luo after regaining clarity, froze and instinctively asked, “Why are you here?”

There was no one here just a moment ago!

Ling Luo slightly raised her chin and commanded him, “Remove your sword from my disciple’s face.”

Mu Xujing: I’m touched.

Feng Tianyao: “…”

Since when did she have a disciple?!

Why is Mu Xujing her disciple?!

This is so frustrating!

“Little Father!”

“Little Mother!”

The shouts from Song Yuanyuan and Xu Shen struck another heavy blow to Feng Tianyao.

The young Sect Leader of Snowriver bristled all over.

What were these people shouting about?!

What kind of messy relationships were these?!

Why can’t I even call her Elder Sister, yet they can call her Mother and Master?!

Feng Tianyao exploded with anger on the spot, turning back to frantically hack at the demon with Shuofang to vent his frustration.

Almost all the outstanding young cultivators of the cultivation world had gathered, plus a demon at the current power ceiling, forcing this sealed demon to flee everywhere. Completely suppressed, it was driven into a dead end, howling in anger, wanting to perish together with these cultivators.

However, with the current heavenly spiritual energy, Ling Luo had an inexhaustible supply. In a battle of pure spiritual power, her sword intent tore the sealed demon to pieces, obliterating it in dazzling golden light.

Wu Xu looked at the golden spiritual energy dispersing above and the black fragments of the sealed demon, gripping his sword tightly, his eyes slightly reddened.

Those mistakes and confusion should end, making way for a new beginning.

In his daze, he seemed to see the figure of the first generation smiling at him from the dissipating fragments, reaching out to pat his head.

Northern Court Moon Temple held grand banquets celebrating for three days and nights, inviting the various immortal sects that participated in eliminating the demon. They sent many gifts in gratitude, with Tianzhaozhan Mountain receiving a separate package.

If Ling Luo wanted to attend the banquet at Moon Temple, Wu Xu would insist on it against all opposition, but she had no desire to go. Neither did Yue Liangze, sending Mu Xujing to represent them.

Now was the era of the younger generation. Those old, outdated rules and concepts were being changed.

While unpacking the gifts sent by Moon Temple at Tianzhaozhan Mountain, Ling Luo chatted casually with Yue Liangze, “Which immortal sect do you think will be more powerful in the future?”

Yue Liangze, using scissors to trim flower stems, thought quietly for a moment before saying, “Now that Northern Court Moon Temple has ended its internal strife and is united, its future looks promising.”

“Although Nanshan Snowriver has experienced some twists and turns, its younger generation is quite good. It remains the immortal sect with the most sword cultivators, giving it strong combat power.”

He placed the flower stems in a vase, elegant as a young noble, without any swordsman’s aura at this moment. “East Island Tianji and Western Sea Taichu are just the opposite—one suffered the greatest losses, while the other hardly suffered any.”

“Serves it right,” Ling Luo laughed coldly.

Yue Liangze said, “But Tianji has a strong foundation. Even after such losses and blows, it can recover. With Hall Master Fan’s approach of correcting mistakes and the guidance of people like Chu Yi, there’s no need to worry about its decline or being bullied.”

Ling Luo turned to look at him, “So Western Sea Taichu is solely focused on Zhen Xianyu, right?”

Yue Liangze was speechless.

Ling Luo moved closer to smell the flowers, and asked, “What about us?”

Yue Liangze looked at her and said, “We will be better than all of them, lasting long and well.”

Just as he said.

Several years later, those once-young people had all grown up, fully shouldering their responsibilities, experiencing various hardships, and becoming respected masters or sect leaders, and admired by others.

The young Sect Leader of Snowriver, a name once spoken with some teasing, years later no one dared to use this address frivolously in his presence. Instead, they lowered their heads in utmost respect.

He became a completely different Snowriver Sect Leader from his father.

Wu Xu came to Tianzhaozhan Mountain once every year, attempting to bring Mu Xujing back to Moon Temple, being refused each time.

As Yu Xiu grew older, Chu Yi began taking his junior brother to travel the mortal realm. Ling Luo followed for several months before being driven away by Chu Yi, who claimed she would corrupt Yu Xiu.

Another year, during the autumn harvest season, Yue Liangze spent his days picking fruits at Tianzhaozhan Mountain to brew wine and make sauces. Each year, his senior brothers and friends would ask him for food, and even the large raccoon cat collaborated with him under the pretense of doing business, selling his products outside for profit.

Ling Luo couldn’t bear to keep him company by playing with colorful fruits, so she patrolled the mountain.

Tianzhaozhan Mountain was vast, with mountain spirits, demons, and goblins hiding in the outskirts. Although Ling Luo had declared that whoever dared to cause trouble in her territory would be reduced to ashes, she often traveled far with Yue Liangze, and some bold demons dared to misbehave right under her nose.

Ling Luo occasionally took time to clear out these troublemaking demons.

Recently, while eliminating spirits, she heard villagers collecting herbs on the mountain saying that a Dao couple was helping to eliminate demons and treat illnesses nearby, being very kind.

And they were good-looking too.

Ling Luo returned to tell Yue Liangze about this, muttering, “It’s one thing for demons to dare come to my territory, but now even cultivators dare to come. Has the twenty-sixth demon lost all deterrence?”

So the next day, she went and beat the demons on Tianzhaozhan Mountain until they were howling in pain.

That day, Yue Liangze went to deliver fruit jam and pastries to Mu Xujing and saw the Dao couple mentioned by the villagers.

The young man had clear, handsome features, and the woman was dressed in colorful clothes. Only the woman wore a sword at her waist—she was a sword cultivator. As the young man carried the woman on his back, they passed an elderly man struggling to move timber up a slope, and he stopped to help.

The elderly man thanked him repeatedly.

After climbing the slope, they encountered Yue Liangze approaching.

The colorfully dressed woman examined the sword at Yue Liangze’s waist, raising her hand to make several gestures. Yue Liangze understood her sign language, asking if his sword was from Shangwujian.

Yue Liangze said, “Yes.”

The colorfully dressed woman gestured again, “Would you like to compete?”

The young man glanced helplessly at the colorfully dressed woman, showing apologetic eyes to Yue Liangze, “My wife loves pursuing sword arts and can’t resist challenging sword cultivators when she meets them. You can just ignore her.”

Having received gifts from Yue Liangze, the elderly man invited them to stay for dinner as thanks.

The young man was about to decline, but Yue Liangze said, “It’s the elder’s sincere invitation. If you two don’t have urgent matters, please accept.”

So they stayed.

Seeing that Yue Liangze wouldn’t compete, the colorfully dressed woman went to help the elderly man, while the young man remained to arrange tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks with Yue Liangze.

“Does your wife prefer using sign language?” Yue Liangze asked.

The young man occasionally looked up at the colorfully dressed woman, his gaze gentle and peaceful. Hearing the question, he smiled and said, “She has a congenital throat condition and can only make brief sounds. Even magic arts can’t cure it.”

Yue Liangze: “I apologize.”

The young man, however, asked, “Where does the demonic energy on you come from?”

Yue Liangze said, “From my wife.”

The young man was momentarily stunned, then smiled, “Then there’s no need to apologize. I also asked something I shouldn’t have.”

Yue Liangze learned that these two were independent cultivators who grew up together as childhood sweethearts. The young man specialized in spells, while the colorfully dressed woman loved the sword path. The couple traveled the world eliminating demons and evil spirits.

By nightfall, a table of food had been set, but the young man received a message from a friend seeking help and had to leave with the colorfully dressed woman. However, they ran into Ling Luo, who was returning with Mu Xujing. Both parties were stunned upon meeting.

The colorfully dressed woman made a gesture to Ling Luo, who raised an eyebrow, placing one hand on her sword hilt, saying, “Very well.”

The young man and Yue Liangze hurriedly stopped the two.

Ling Luo, being held back, muttered, “What’s the problem? She’s the one who wanted to fight me. Are you afraid I’ll lose?”

The young man pulled the colorfully dressed woman away, saying as they walked, “You can’t beat her. If you want to practice sword arts, I’ll accompany you tomorrow.”

The colorfully dressed woman made no movement, but the young man heard her thoughts and smiled tenderly, “Alright, I’ll teach you spell casting if you want to learn.”

During dinner, Mu Xujing had Wu Xu send portraits of the first generation and his wife, showing them to Ling Luo.

After looking, Ling Luo said, “They look alike.”

Mu Xujing added, “I heard the first generation’s wife was also mute.”

Yue Liangze placed food in Ling Luo’s bowl, “With the demon dead, Broken White End should also be ineffective.”

People separated for thousands of years would finally meet again.

This time, they would never be apart again.

**Author’s Note:** As I’ve aged, I’ve come to appreciate happy endings QAQ. This story ends here, thank you to all the friends who have read this far.

I’m still too novice, unable to fully develop some settings and plot lines in detail. I’ll try harder next time!

See you all again someday~