Chapter 52: The Inevitable Farewell

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The mature woman looked at Qin Liang with an unreadable expression on her face.
“Before reaching a certain level of cultivation, having a pure Yang or pure Yin body is quite important for one’s practice. If I were to arrive late, after your wedding night, wouldn’t my visit be in vain?”
“Is that so?”
Qin Liang was speechless and glanced at Jiang Hai, who nodded in acknowledgment, confirming the claim.
“Then you at least have to complete the wedding ceremony, right?”
Qin Liang was unwilling to give in. He had been eagerly anticipating this moment for a whole month, all for the sake of marrying her. How could they interrupt everything so abruptly?
“How dare you speak to my master like that? We have traveled a long way, and if you refuse to entertain us, that’s one thing. But to complain that we arrived too early? I’ve never met such rudeness.”
The young girl could no longer hold back and pointed at Qin Liang, venting her anger.
The mature woman raised her hand to stop her and spoke calmly, “If she joins our sect, she will achieve great success. But your worlds are as distant as clouds and mud; a long-distance longing would be detrimental to your Dao-heart. This is for your own good.”
“Hmph!”
Qin Liang was furious. Wasn’t this just a way of belittling him, treating him as someone with a flawed Dao-root?
They interrupted his wedding and now claimed it was for his own good, all while speaking so convincingly that Qin Liang had no retort.
He asked, “Since you want to recruit her, shouldn’t you ask Xue’er if she’s willing?”
“Of course,” the mature woman nodded.
Everyone looked toward Jiang Xuehan, waiting for her to make her own decision.
Qin Liang’s heart was heavy and conflicted. He did not want Jiang Xuehan to leave him, but he also did not want to limit her future. Moreover, the Azure Mist Sect was genuinely recruiting.
Jiang Xuehan’s gaze swept over the gathered crowd before settling on Qin Liang’s face.
“Your talent is no less than mine. We will meet again soon.”
Jiang Xuehan made up her mind, kissed Qin Liang gently on the lips, then turned to the mature woman and said, “I am willing.”
She was grateful to Qin Liang, but she knew her presence would only distract him from cultivation.
Young people should charge forward boldly, not be trapped in the pleasures of love.
“I understand.”
Qin Liang nodded, respecting her choice. “Xue’er, the wedding may be simple and rushed now. Give me more time, and I will give you a grander, more magnificent ceremony.”
“Then, under the vast starry river as our dowry, all living beings will celebrate for us.”
His tone was calm but resolute, causing everyone present to momentarily fall silent and be lost in thought.
“This young man…”

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The mature woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if gazing upon a supreme figure of heaven and earth. She shook her head softly, thinking she might be overestimating things.
“Very well, I will wait for you at the Azure Mist Sect.” Jiang Xuehan smiled and nodded.
Only then did Qin Liang turn to the mature woman and her disciples, his face filled with stubborn determination. “If I learn that Xue’er has been wronged, I will personally come to the Azure Mist Sect within ten years and raze it to the ground.”
“You…” The young girl wanted to get angry but was stopped by her master.
“The Azure Mist Sect is a super sect, more than capable of protecting one disciple.”
Mentioning a super sect, the mature woman’s face brimmed with confidence and pride, as if the Azure Mist Sect reigned supreme on this continent.
Qin Liang still felt uneasy. He handed Jiang Xuehan a space bag containing two Spirit Refining Pills, second-grade spirit herbs, and a set of primordial armor, warning her, “I won’t be by your side, so be extra cautious.”
The Azure Mist Sect was undoubtedly filled with experts, and its disciples were likely all top-tier geniuses.
Jiang Xuehan faced immense pressure to cultivate and needed to quickly advance her strength to keep pace with her peers.
“Tch, only second-grade spirit herbs?”
The young girl sneered. “In our sect, not to mention second-grade, even fifth-grade herbs are plentiful. You’d better keep them for yourself…”
Her words were once again cut off by her master’s gesture, signaling silence.
Jiang Xuehan ignored the remark. After all, these were Qin Liang’s betrothal gifts. She accepted the space bag but immediately returned two second-grade spirit herbs to Qin Liang. “You also need to improve quickly.”
Jiang Hai also gave some parting advice, his words numerous yet ultimately a farewell.
“Take care!”
Watching the retreating figure, Qin Liang stood outside the Jiang family’s gate, lost in thought for a long time. Not far away, Jiang Yutong was also equally dazed.
Once, when their elder sister’s cultivation had stagnated, Jiang Yutong had secretly looked down on her. As the legitimate daughter about to enter the Star Moon Sect, she held a prominent position in the Jiang family.
Yet now, the sister she once despised had joined a super sect.
Recalling Qin Liang’s words, she could not help but wonder if the boy she had once underestimated would one day shine so brilliantly.
…
At the distant horizon,
Jiang Xuehan was carried through the sky, but upon reaching the clouds, she suddenly felt a sharp jolt in her head before fainting.
“Master, what are you doing?” the young girl asked, puzzled.
Earlier, her master had been gentle in front of others, but now she acted decisively.
The mature woman explained, “If she returns to the sect still attached to her lover, it will harm her cultivation. I will erase her memories of that boy. When she awakens, she may be able to cultivate the sect leader’s heart of ruthlessness.”
Hearing this, the young girl chuckled maliciously, “Heh heh, if that boy finds out, I wonder how furious he’ll be.”

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This image of Qin Liang’s frantic anger brought her great satisfaction.
As for Qin Liang’s threat to “razing the Azure Mist Sect,” they all dismissed it as childish bluster. A flawed Dao-rooted fool—could he really overturn the heavens?
…
“Yulong, Yutong, and Xiaoliang, come with me.”
Jiang Hai called the three into a quiet chamber, his face serious as he prepared to explain matters.
“Father…” Jiang Yulong wanted to mention the matter of the mine.
Jiang Hai waved his hand, “I already know about the mine. First, I refuse to believe there are traitors in our clan. Perhaps those people deliberately used the Feng family’s Wind Fire Fist to confuse everyone.”
“I’ve already sent clan elders to investigate. You don’t need to worry about it.”
He returned to the main topic. “I called you here to tell you that in two days, the clan will hold a contest. Prepare seriously. The top two will earn the right to compete for the three great families’ slots.”
“Slots? The ones for the Bell Spirit Tower competition?” Jiang Yulong’s eyes shone brightly.
Jiang Hai shook his head. “Those slots only represent participation from Liucheng in the Hundred Cities War. However, it’s said that this time the Bell Spirit Tower slots will also be selected from the Hundred Cities War. The exact rules are not yet clear.”
“The city lord previously mentioned that Liucheng only has two slots: one reserved for the city lord’s mansion, the other to be contested among the three great families.”
“If you can stand out in the clan contest, you will represent the family in battle, vying against the Wang and Feng families for that spot.”
Jiang Hai’s gaze lingered on Qin Liang for a moment, concern evident.
“Uncle Jiang, rest assured, I will give it my all.”
Jiang Xuehan’s departure had not weakened Qin Liang; on the contrary, it strengthened his resolve to grow stronger.
“Father, what are the rules for the clan contest?” Jiang Yutong asked.
Jiang Hai shook his head. “The elders will decide the specific rules. I don’t know yet either. Regardless, be ready at all times. Perform well in two days and don’t bring shame to the Jiang family.”
Hearing this, Qin Liang’s brow furrowed slightly.
Anyone not foolish could tell that “the Jiang family” here referred to the Jiang clan branch. Clearly, there was competition within the family against other branches, such as the Li clan.
Only by the younger generation’s outstanding performance could the Jiang branch maintain its leadership within the great family.
Just as Qin Liang returned to his courtyard, the boy Jiang Chang hurriedly ran over.
Small but clever, he called out, “Son-in-law, Master Mo just came looking for you. I told him you were in bed with the young lady. How did I do? How about you give me a red envelope to hush me up?”