Chapter 43: It's Her!

  Jianjing, the capital of Qi State, is the closest city to the Jiulong Mountain Range. This ancient city was said to be established by the Great Zhou Dynasty over 800 years ago. After the fall of the Great Zhou, Qi State occupied this land and designated it as its capital. Now, more than 800 years have passed, the city's area has expanded nearly tenfold, with a population of over 20 million people.

  Among them were poor people, scholars, nobles, and even people from the rivers and lakes, mixed together like fish and dragons.

  At this time, on an official road 300 miles outside of Jiankang City.

  Ding Yan walked slowly on the official road, which was as dusty as sandy soil. At this time, he had a dusty face and his blue long gown was stained with a thick layer of accumulated dust. Behind him, eleven-year-old Ding Yan carried a fur hat on his back, and his face was also covered with a thick layer of accumulated dust.

  One year!

  The two of them have been traveling like this for a year now, except when they first left Zhao Guo and Ding Yan flew through the air, the rest of the journey was almost all done on foot.

  Ding Chen didn't understand why his uncle would walk away, especially after seeing his incredible flying and escaping skills. Ding Chen had asked about this before, but unfortunately, the answer he got was still incomprehensible to him until now.

  "Some roads need to be walked by oneself, if you don't walk them, you will never understand for your whole life." This is the answer given by Ding Yan.

  After walking for a long time, Ding Chen gradually felt tired.

  But he didn't say a word and instead gritted his teeth and continued on, all because of that one sentence he said a year ago.

  A year ago...

  Ding Chen had just left Zhao Guo and was still in an excited state, because his uncle was a Xian! A real Xian! Someone who even the Xian masters of Zhao Guo would be scared to death by after seeing him.

  "Is Uncle really an immortal?"

  Ding Yan stopped in his tracks and turned around to ask, "What is a celestial being?"

  Ding Chen was stunned. In his mind, the immortal was a being who was high above, all-powerful, and spent their days sitting in temples enjoying incense offerings. But what exactly was an immortal? This question was one that Ding Chen had never really considered before.

  "Immortals are just like uncles who can fly in the sky!" Ding Chen said after a moment of thought.

  Ding Yan smiled and patted Ding Chen's head without saying a word.

  "Uncle, can I become a fairy too?" Ding Chen asked longingly.

  Ding Yan's expression changed slightly, as if he had recalled something, and after a long silence, he said "You really want to become an immortal"

  Ding Chen nodded, his eyes filled with hopeful light.

  "I also want to be like my uncle, fighting against injustice and helping those in need!"

  "Is it just because of this?"

  "Ah!"

  ......

  "If one's heart is not firm, seeking immortality is impossible!"

  This sentence was what his master said in Ding Yan's past life memories. After more than a thousand years of cultivation, Ding Yan himself also deeply agreed with this sentence.

  Cultivator, defy the heavens! If your heart is not firm, then becoming an immortal is hopeless.

  All the way, Ding Yan never helped Ding Chen once. As long as Ding Chen had a little bit of perseverance or was lazy, Ding Yan would not teach him to cultivate. On the contrary, if Ding Chen persisted in walking to the vicinity of Jiulong Mountain, then Ding Yan would pass on his own cultivation method to him.

  Five days later.

  The figures of two maternal uncle and nephew appeared outside Jianjing.

  More than a year of tempering has made Ding Chen look more spirited, and the expression on his face reveals an aura that is not possessed by people of the same age.

  "What a huge city......" Ding Chen couldn't help but say as he stood outside the city gate.

  Ding Chen was born in Zhao State, compared to Qi State, Zhao State is just a small country, whether it's population or the power behind it, neither of them are on the same level. The capital city of Zhao State and the capital city of Qi State, Handan and Linzi respectively, are like a county town in the countryside, completely incomparable.

  Ding Yan's face was expressionless, in his past life he had seen even the traces of immortals, so naturally this kind of city wouldn't attract half a bit of attention from him.

  "Go ahead." Ding Yan dropped two copper coins and paid the entrance fee before leading Ding Chen into Jianjing.

  The capital is at its most prosperous.

  Ten riders galloped side by side on the bluestone street, lined with shops, vendors calling out to sell their wares, and patrolling guards going back and forth, forming a prosperous scene in Jianjing.

  "Uncle, where are we going?" Ding Chen asked.

  "Inn." said Ding Yan.

  "But aren't we going to Jiulong Mountain Range?"

  "I have something to do." Ding Yan didn't explain what it was.

  After moving into the inn, Ding Yan only discovered that the expenses in Jianjing were extremely high. With the silver coins he had left on him, it was barely enough for two people to live for two days. Originally, Ding Yan didn't have much secular wealth on him. The little silver coins he had were obtained from robbing an official residence when he was in Zhao State. Now that six or seven years had passed, they had almost been used up.

  After eating something simple, Ding Yan let Ding Chen stay in the room and rest, and he went out alone.

  "It seems I have no choice but to make a trip to the imperial palace." Ding Yan closed his eyes, and his powerful divine sense spread out like a tide.

  The entire scene of Jianjing was instantly reflected in Dingyan's mind.

  "Huh?" Ding Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at the location of the inn, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

  Just now, at the moment when Ding Yanshen's divine sense scattered, a pure yin energy flashed by in an instant at the location of the inn, as if it had detected his divine sense. Xiao Su's speed was so fast that it almost gave Ding Yan a feeling similar to an illusion.

  "It's this aura again..."

  As a loose immortal, Ding Yan's immortal awareness was extremely powerful. Coupled with his encounter in the Illusory Ninth Heaven, his immortal awareness approached that of a first-class loose immortal. He could faintly sense many things that other loose immortals couldn't detect.

  That pure yin aura, in Ding Yan's perception, had been following him six years ago, but it was extremely hidden, so much so that at first, Ding Yan thought he felt wrong. However, as time passed, this aura appeared more and more times, until today, it has appeared no less than a hundred times.

  After a moment of contemplation, Ding Yan's foot lightly tapped the ground, and a stream of air flowed into the street through his feet. After doing all this, Ding Yan didn't pay attention to that stream of air, but instead turned around and walked towards the direction of the imperial palace.

  With the observation of Xian Shi just now, Ding Yan will naturally not go in the wrong direction.

  After Ding Yan had left for a long time, the breath reappeared, but it cleverly avoided the position where Ding Yan was standing before and appeared in the corridor of the inn. The breath was fleeting and uncertain, looking from afar, like a person's shadow, blurry and unclear. After this breath appeared, it began to walk up along the corridor, every step making the shadow clearer, until it reached the top floor, when the blurry breath had completely disappeared, replaced by a beautiful woman.

  At this moment, Ding Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks on the road to the imperial palace in front of the palace, turned his head and looked in the direction of the inn, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

  "How could it be her?"

  This pure yin aura had always been formless and invisible, and its location was also uncertain. Ding Yan had tried to probe it many times and had sensed it. However, gradually, Ding Yan discovered a problem. It seemed that this aura only wanted to avoid him.

  After understanding this point, Ding Yan left a mark on Ding Chen's body. Moreover, just now when he was leaving, it seemed that he had moved his hands and feet on the green bricks on the street, but in fact, he had already left a mark before leaving the inn.

  This immortal sense was originally used by Ding Yan to protect Ding Chen, after all, Ding Chen was only eleven years old, and leaving him alone in the inn made Ding Yan uneasy.

  Unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the true form of that pure yin energy!