Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 391 Visiting Jing Yichun and Qi Yuji's Past

After a while, the person opposite him must have really gotten tired.

The torrent of news gradually subsided, and the jade slip stopped trembling.

Only then did Granny Lan dare to slowly open her eyes, as if she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.

With trembling hands, she picked up the jade slip and began to examine its contents.

After she read through the messages word by word, her face instantly turned even more pale, as if all the color had been drained from her, leaving her as white as paper.

Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with despair and fear.

She covered her face with her hands and let out a desperate sigh:

"It's all over, the sky has fallen, my old age is in danger..."

The voice was filled with helplessness and desolation, and the whole world seemed to collapse at that moment!

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On the other side, inside a private room.

A subtle and awkward atmosphere permeated the air, like a thin veil, not heavy, yet hard to ignore.

Li Qingyuan and the others finally finished this breakfast, which could be described as "cruel"!

The meal was rather awkward, with everyone interacting cautiously and the atmosphere frequently falling into a subtle silence.

Fortunately, everyone tried their best to maintain a semblance of peace and managed to finish the meal.

After that awkward scene, Su Yaoyue stopped being so confrontational with Yue Qinghuan.

She sat there quietly, her gaze occasionally sweeping over Yue Qinghuan, but quickly looking away.

The two sat facing each other, not exchanging words, yet not disturbing each other, as if each were immersed in their own little world.

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After a hearty meal, the old ox patted its round belly contentedly, the sound making a "thump thump" as if applauding and cheering for the delicious meal.

It yelled at the top of its lungs:

"My goodness, I'm so full! I need to find a place to rest!"

Once that loud voice was uttered, its sound echoed throughout the entire private room.

Seeing this, Li Qingyuan chuckled and then waved his hand, booking several rooms in the restaurant and arranging for everyone to rest first.

He then strode off alone toward the direction of the Mandarin Duck Tower.

He thought to himself that, after all, no matter what Jing Yichun's purpose was, she still extended a helping hand when he was in trouble.

He should accept this favor and naturally go to visit and express his gratitude in person to show his respect.

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The Mandarin Duck Tower is located in the very center of Dream City.

Li Qingyuan hurried along and soon arrived in front of the luxurious pavilion.

The Yuanyang Tower is magnificent, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, every detail showcasing unparalleled exquisiteness and luxury.

In front of the building, a pair of huge mandarin duck sculptures stand facing each other, so lifelike that they seem ready to take flight at any moment.

It also seems to be gazing deeply into the distance, conveying endless tenderness and love.

The mandarin ducks' feathers were so delicate and lifelike that they shimmered with colorful light under the sunlight, making people marvel at them.

Li Qingyuan calmly explained his purpose to the guards standing outside the door.

The guard had sharp eyes and recognized the young man in front of him as Li Qingyuan at a glance.

After all, 'Li Musu', as the winner of the Lantern King, shone brightly in front of the entire city.

That charm has long been deeply ingrained in people's hearts; everyone knows it and everyone is familiar with it.

The guards dared not delay and immediately turned around and hurried off to report.

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Not long after, Qi Yuji walked out of the building like a blooming flower.

Her figure was graceful, and her steps were light and delicate, each step seeming to touch one's heartstrings.

From a distance, she spoke softly:

"Young Master Li, it is an honor to have you here. I apologize for not being able to greet you properly."

The voice was melodious and pleasant, like a nightingale singing in a valley or a babbling brook, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Seeing this, Li Qingyuan quickly cupped his hands, leaned forward slightly, and said in a humble and polite manner:

"Not at all, not at all. It is my honor that Fairy Yuji would personally greet me. May I ask if Senior Jing is inside?"

His eyes were sincere and focused, conveying his earnestness and respect.

Seeing that Li Qingyuan was so humble and polite, unlike other young masters who were dissolute and arrogant, Qi Yuji nodded inwardly, her goodwill towards him increasing even more.

She approached gently, her steps swaying like a flower in the wind, a captivating smile playing on her lips, and said softly:

"Yes, Mr. Li, there's no need to be so polite. Just call me Yuji."

"Grandpa Jing is waiting for you inside."

"Please, Young Master Li, come with me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took light steps and led the way, her graceful figure appearing exceptionally captivating in the sunlight.

Li Qingyuan nodded slightly, then took a step and followed closely behind Qi Yuji.

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On the road.

A gentle breeze, carrying a hint of warmth, stirred the hem of their clothes.

Li Qingyuan and Qi Yuji walked side by side, chatting idly.

As the conversation deepened, Li Qingyuan gained a more profound understanding of Qi Yuji.

This woman, who appears gentle and delicate, is actually as resilient as steel and possesses an indomitable spirit.

She is not, as the outside world has suggested, a woman tormented by love and lost in herself.

Those so-called "being misled by love" are nothing but nonsense.

The truth is that she lost both her parents at a young age, and that heavy blow was like an invisible mountain, making it difficult for her to breathe.

In the secret place, she was once lost and anxious, and her cultivation was put on hold.

Otherwise, with her resources, talent, and hard work, she would probably have already reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm and become a top genius in her own right.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyuan felt a deep sense of regret.

He thought to himself, if Qi Yuji is so outstanding, her parents must also be exceptional individuals, people of extraordinary talent and ability.

Unfortunately, he died young, which is truly heartbreaking.

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there.

Qi Yuji herself couldn't explain why she would open her heart to Li Qingyuan, a stranger she had only met a few times, and tell him about these long-buried memories.

She was used to hearing flattery and sycophancy in her daily life;

People around her always carefully avoided those sensitive topics, as if those past events were untouchable scars.

Li Qingyuan, however, was different. He dared to speak frankly and ask whether the rumors were true or false.

That sincere gaze and frank attitude gave Qi Yuji a sense of trust she had never felt before.

Perhaps, it really is true that the truth can only be told to strangers...

In front of this unfamiliar 'Li Musu', she didn't need to pretend or hide anything, and could freely pour out her inner pain and helplessness.

After she finished speaking, she clearly felt much better, as if a gentle breeze had quietly blown away the gloom that had been weighing on her heart for so long.

It feels really good to confide in someone.

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The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is fleeting, and the two arrived at a rockery inside the Mandarin Duck Tower.

This artificial mountain has a unique shape and jagged rocks, like a work of art carefully sculpted by nature.

Upon arriving here, Qi Yuji stopped, turned slightly to the side, a faint smile on her face, and said softly:

"Grandpa Jing is inside. I have some things to take care of, so I won't go in..."

"If there is an opportunity in the future, we can exchange ideas about the path of cultivation together."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like a clear mountain spring, flowing gently into Li Qingyuan's heart.

After saying that, she took light steps and turned to leave, her graceful figure gradually disappearing from Li Qingyuan's sight.

Li Qingyuan nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the direction Qi Yuji had left, lost in thought.

He then took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked straight into the artificial hill.

The moment he stepped inside the artificial mountain.

The scene before him, however, unfolded like a scroll painting, bringing him sudden enlightenment.

Inside, the clouds and mist swirled, creating a dreamlike and ethereal atmosphere, as if one were in a fairyland.

The clouds and mist were light and ethereal, drifting slowly in the breeze, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, like a group of mischievous elves playing and frolicking.

However, the space was not large, only about the size of a courtyard.

Several thatched houses are scattered throughout the house. Although they look simple, they exude a rustic and natural atmosphere, which complements the surrounding clouds and mist.

Li Qingyuan secretly speculated that this artificial mountain was no ordinary object and must be a rare treasure.

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