Chapter 15: Only Old Clothes Surpass the New

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Wang Yuyan opened the door. She returned here from time to time, staying a few days to sew clothes for Qin Changsheng. Over more than five years, every time she came back, she hoped to find Qin Changsheng here as well—this place held all her cherished memories. But despite her coming back more than ten times, Qin Changsheng never once returned...

This time, she came back simply hoping to sleep well. As soon as she opened the door, she spotted the white garment on the floor and noticed the three pieces of clothing Qin Changsheng had taken with him.

Those three pieces were black, white, and blue. Although she didn’t understand why Changsheng, who loved white clothes so much, would discard a white garment on the floor and yet take another white one with him. The one he took was the old white garment, while the new white garment was left on the floor.

He took two new garments and one old one, discarded a new white garment, and left some new clothes behind. This wasn’t the behavior of a thief, nor was it in line with Changsheng’s usual habits.

So, why did he do this?

She had no time to ponder further and rushed out.

“Brother Changsheng!!!”

She ran in the direction Qin Changsheng had left, as if guided by some spiritual connection, instinctively knowing which way he had gone.

She was certain Changsheng had returned.

Until she saw a stooped old man holding a small white fox. Just as she was about to greet him, a familiar voice came from behind.

“Yuyan, did you find something?”

Dressed in white, the white-robed figure had appeared without her noticing.

Wang Yuyan looked at her dazzling white robes and her heart skipped a beat, recalling that earlier the white-robed figure had said she had spoken to Chen Changsheng.

“I was just sleeping in the room and dreamed that Brother Changsheng had returned, wearing the new clothes I made for him. But when I woke up, there was nothing. I even saw his favorite white garment lying on the floor.”

Wang Yuyan began to cry. “Master, was Brother Changsheng really killed? I can’t believe it…”

The white-robed figure, intending to confirm things herself, was pulled into Wang Yuyan’s tearful confession. For a moment, she let down her guard, thinking about the circumstances: Qin Changsheng was exhausted, his life nearly spent—how could he have survived?

Even if he had jumped, the sword strike from a tribulation-crossing cultivator like herself could have ended his life.

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Moreover, Yuyan was not one to lie.

“Foolish child, your Brother Changsheng is blessed with great fortune. He couldn’t have been killed. You must believe in him,” the white-robed figure said, hoping Yuyan would let go of her despair, yet speaking the words a master should say—even if someone had died, she would not say so outright, to maintain her role.

“Master, I want to return to the sect,” Wang Yuyan wiped her tears, suppressing the urge to rush after that familiar figure, crying as she spoke to the white-robed figure.

In her eyes, the white robes shone brilliantly in the sunlight, flowing elegantly—but old clothes outweighed new ones…

The new clothes had fallen from a great height.

Was she the one who forced Brother Changsheng to jump off the cliff?

Wang Yuyan understood Qin Changsheng best, and she understood her master, the white-robed sword immortal, even more…

Brother Changsheng was a worldly man, cultivating the human path; the white-robed master was an ethereal being, cultivating the immortal path.

The human path is emotional; the immortal path is emotionless.

And the white-robed master wanted her to become an emotionless sword immortal. Brother Changsheng was her lifelong obsession. Initially, believing Changsheng lacked the talent to cultivate, she had refrained from acting. But now, with Changsheng having killed Long Chen and revealing terrifying potential, the master had developed murderous intent toward him.

Someone as clever as Brother Changsheng surely thought of escape plans, just as he had remained youthful and consistent for decades…

Yet, in order to survive, he paid a great price—his lifespan burned away, leaving him a stooped old man.

Brother Changsheng had escaped and had no reason to return and leave behind evidence. But to reveal the truth to her, he cleverly used his clothes to convey a message.

He discarded the new white garment, now muddy on the ground, but took the old white garment, which could still be worn. This meant for her to endure humiliation and bear the burden. He also took two new garments—one black, one blue.

This was Brother Changsheng telling her he intended to hide in the shadows.

As for the blue garment, it represented “affection.”

Brother Changsheng was telling her that he had taken away his own feelings?

Thinking this, Wang Yuyan felt much comforted.

“Brother Changsheng, when I become immortal, you will never have an excuse to abandon me…” Wang Yuyan clenched her fists, silently vowing.

Wang Yuyan and the white-robed figure returned to the Xuanyuan Sect.

After confirming, Qin Changsheng let out a sigh of relief.

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“I hope Yuyan understands my hint and doesn’t trust the white-robed master too much.”

Naturally, he would never hint to Wang Yuyan that he intended to take away her feelings. She had guessed wrong. The reason he took a blue garment was simply because he had no clothes to wear.

Moreover, since he wasn’t too fond of the black garment, he could only take one blue one alongside the white…

Fortunately, by the time he reached Songlin Village, the forces from the Kaoshan Sect were no longer hunting him like a net being cast. And now, having changed his appearance—his white hair turned back to black, his stooped body straightened—he looked like a middle-aged man.

This was a minor ability of the Changsheng Technique, not a miraculous power.

After all the turmoil, his ten years of lifespan were nearly exhausted.

“I need to find a place where that mad white-robed master dares not act recklessly. In the entire Eastern Continent, probably only the capital of the Great Zhou Immortal Kingdom could make her cautious.”

Qin Changsheng took out a map.

The map was densely marked with various forces. The vast Eastern Continent was home to countless sects. The great sects were usually led by tribulation-crossing elders, while above them were immortal inheritances and sacred lands of immortal kingdoms.

Qin Changsheng now aimed to establish a foundation, but ordinary cultivation methods and resources wouldn’t suffice. He had to enter the heartland of cultivators early.

Strictly speaking, the Great Zhou Immortal Kingdom was still the core of sects like Xuanyuan and Kaoshan. Though it couldn’t truly control all sects, it was nominally the sovereign state of Xuanyuan and Kaoshan.

The Eastern Continent was not home to only one immortal kingdom like the Great Zhou.

This was only partial information Qin Changsheng could glean from the map. As for the existence and whereabouts of Immortal Kings or Immortal Emperors, he felt he would have to slumber many times before encountering them.

For now, he had to find the method to establish a foundation.

Perhaps the Changsheng Technique and the Changsheng Stele held the answer, and he only needed to keep moving forward.

“Eighteen thousand li to the Great Zhou Immortal Kingdom?”

Seeing the distance, Qin Changsheng hesitated.

His current cultivation level didn’t support sword flight.

Firstly, the spiritual energy at the Qi Refining stage was unstable, making a fall likely. Only those above the foundation establishment stage could truly ride a sword.

Flying over eighteen thousand li was risky—not only for stamina but also because countless beasts prowled the skies and earth, any of which could spot him and make him their prey.

Especially dangerous were the aerial raptors.

“I’ll need to buy a horse…”