At the same time, Lu Xuan's way of doing things played an important role in keeping a low profile throughout his long life.
He had encountered many major incidents before, but he would usually choose to nip the crisis in the bud before it escalated.
For example, although the Ancestral Magus of the Ghost Mage Sect had already appeared, Lu Xuan killed him before he could even cause a stir.
Therefore, Lu Xuan rarely appeared in events that could leave his name in history.
Killing Immortal Huan Zhen in the Secret Mystical Realm had attracted the attention of many.
However, Lu Xuan did not want to waste his breath explaining, so he handed the task to Ji Lingchen.
With this old man's current status, a large number of people would believe him even if he lied.
After sorting out his thoughts, Lu Xuan walked to the door.
Cheng Lingzhu was still unconscious.
He felt a little uneasy. After thinking for a moment, he pushed open the door and walked into the house.
In the guest room, Cheng Lingzhu lay on the bed, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. A painful expression appeared on her delicate face as if she was having a nightmare.
Lu Xuan stood by the bed and frowned.
He knew very well that a Golden Core cultivator's soul would never be able to absorb the spiritual energy left behind by a Red Dust Immortal.
However, Cheng Lingzhu had done it.
Lu Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed his finger on her forehead. He circulated his mana and the pained expression on Cheng Lingzhu's face eased a little.
Lu Xuan could clearly feel that the other party's Divine Soul was undergoing some kind of shocking transformation. However, this transformation put a lot of pressure on Cheng Lingzhu.
"This is strange."
Lu Xuan shook his head. In the end, he was still worried and formed a spell.
A speck of light lit up between his brows, transforming into a translucent little person that jumped onto Cheng Lingzhu's smooth forehead.
The center of Cheng Lingzhu's brows lit up, and the tiny figure dissipated, slowly merging into the light.
The best way to find out what had happened to Cheng Lingzhu was to enter her spiritual world.
This kind of action was suspected of prying into other people's secrets and was not very polite. However, it was urgent and he could only do this at this time.
Cheng Lingzhu had yet to wake up. If something happened to her after she absorbed Immortal Huang Zhen's mental energy, things would be troublesome.
...
"Whose disciple is this? How can he be so brave?"
In a dense forest, Cheng Lingzhu leaned against a large tree and looked at the figure in the forest with surprise in her eyes.
No, her name was no longer Cheng Lingzhu. She was now Cheng Hongtan.
As for why it was Cheng Hongtan, Cheng Lingzhu didn't know the reason either. She only remembered that she was injured and that her head was in pain.
The cultivation of a Golden Core was still too weak…
Cheng Lingzhu thought to herself.
She lowered her head and could see her toes. Instinctively, she felt that this matter did not make sense, but she could not remember what was wrong.
He was wearing a bright red Daoist robe, and there was a huge wine gourd hanging at his waist. It was very valiant and domineering.
Cheng Lingzhu raised her head, and the mottled sunlight shone through the shadows of the trees.
She took off the wine gourd at her waist and raised her head to take a sip. Her pretty face was immediately tinged with a thin layer of wine red, and her exquisite facial features became even more beautiful, making her look particularly alluring.
The figure in the forest put away his sword and walked towards her. It was Lu Xuan.
Cheng Lingzhu looked at Lu Xuan. He was as handsome as usual, but today, he looked even more attractive.
She nodded and patted his shoulder like a drunk senior.
"You brat, you're very good!"
The world spun, and the forest gradually blurred. Soon, the scene changed.
Cheng Lingzhu opened her eyes and realized that she was lying on the bed. Her head was heavy and her body was wrapped in a blanket. She felt very cold.
'Am I sick?' she thought to herself.
"Senior, the medicine is here." Lu Xuan's gentle and familiar voice rang out.
Cheng Lingzhu glanced at the figure and shook her head in a daze. "I'm a Mahayana cultivator. What medicine do I need to drink?"
After saying this, she suddenly remembered that it was the hateful process of 'extraordinary' that was taking effect.
Previously, he was still in the Golden Core stage, but now, he had already fallen to a state that was even worse than a mortal.
However, as a dignified Mahayana senior, she still maintained her pride. Cheng Lingzhu turned her head to the side and pursed her lips.
That person sat by the bed, neither anxious nor angry. He only advised her gently and did not leave.
Cheng Lingzhu stole a glance at him and saw that he was holding a bowl and gently stirring the soup with a spoon. His fingers were slender and fair, and he looked very beautiful.
Cheng Lingzhu, who was muddled by the fever, thought in a daze that if such a beautiful hand could feed medicine, she could try it herself.
The world spun and the scene blurred again. This time, they were by a large lake. The night was as cold as water, the lake was quiet, and the moonlight shone down. The scene was beautiful.
Cheng Lingzhu was dressed in a plain Daoist robe and looked like a fairy from the Moon Palace. She sat on a large rock and looked at Lu Xuan.
"I've already violated the sect's rules by teaching you the Immortal Scripture of the Dushi Sword House. There's no need for us to be master and disciple. Remember, you can't teach this Immortal Scripture to anyone else…"
'So, it was I who taught him. No wonder he could even guide me on the problems of my cultivation technique…'
Cheng Lingzhu's thoughts ran wild.
The scene shattered like a mirror and changed again. This time, the two figures appeared in front of a fork in an underground cave.
The cave was pitch-black, and the walls were filled with ancient scriptures and symbols. Cheng Lingzhu lay on her back and said weakly, "Hey, look at the mark beside you. This is the eleventh time we have passed by. We are going to be trapped in this place…"
"Shut up."
The man carried her on his back, gritted his teeth, and groped on the rock wall. His voice was firm and decisive.
"You can't fail in your heart refinement, and I can't die!"
It was the first time he had spoken to her so sternly, and he seemed a little angry. However, Cheng Lingzhu felt very at ease as she lay on her back.
The scene kept changing. Countless fragments appeared in her memory and pieced together.
"Here, I'll give you the wine to drink… What, you actually think that I, your master, drank it before?!"
"I'm your master. You...you have to respect me in the future. You're not allowed to be rude to me…"
"The Dushi Sword House… I don't really want to go back. I haven't completed my mortal world experience yet…"
"Let me ask you. You approached me just for that cultivation method… Or do you still have some other thoughts…"
"Hey, I'm your master. There's a difference between master and disciple. You can't mess things up. You can't have any bad intentions."
"You're not allowed to die, Lu Xuan! You're not allowed to abandon me… I won't allow you to die!"
"Isn't it just a Nascent Soul leaving the body? If you can't become a true Immortal, I'll stay here with you for the rest of my life."
"I don't want to ascend! I'm not leaving! I'd rather be a Red Dust Immortal..."
The memory fragments collided and reassembled. The sealed and forgotten past slowly surfaced in his mind.
After a long time, in the guest room, Cheng Lingzhu slowly opened her eyes.
She remembered everything.