NOVEL NEXT Chapter 272:
Chapter 272: You and I, Master and Disciple, Joining Forces to Prosper:
The Heavenly Sword Sect was the sect from Xu Xi’s first simulation.
To him, it held a special place, as it marked the beginning of his path to strength and carried a unique significance. However, his feelings toward it were more nostalgic than anything else.
Li Wanshou, on the other hand, was different.
As a former peak master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had spent most of his life within the sect long before Xu Xi ever joined.
What seemed to others like an ordinary cultivation sect was, in the old man’s heart, synonymous with home.
The sect’s buildings, the towering Sword Peak, the familiar disciples, and the laughter from the past—each memory was not just part of the sect’s history but a testament to Li Wanshou’s lifetime.
Thus, Li Wanshou never stopped thinking about the sect. Initially, his goal was to locate the coordinates of the cultivation world and break through space to return. However, after learning about Xu Moli’s achievements and the fate of the Immortal Realm, he silently abandoned that idea and instead decided to rebuild the Heavenly Sword Sect on Earth.
Xu Xi recalled that this idea was brought up during the New Year. He hadn’t expected the old man to act so quickly.
In just over half a year, the reconstruction plan had been perfectly executed, and Xu Xi was invited to attend the grand ceremony.
Xu Xi gladly accepted and brought Moli along. After all, his sister was once a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and hearing about its reconstruction piqued her curiosity.
Soon, the two of them arrived in the capital.
The new Heavenly Sword Sect was situated not far from the Transcendent Affairs Bureau. Its overall design and layout were meticulously recreated from the old sect. More precisely, it was a blend of the original Heavenly Sword Sect and a newly established one.
“This energy… I see. So, Master found the sect’s dimensional remnant and restored the old structures in the real world?” Xu Xi mused as he gazed at the familiar landscapes.
He could clearly see that some of the scenery was exactly as he remembered it. Even the figures flying on swords were people he recognized—obviously visitors from the dimensional remnants of the original cultivation world.
As he and Moli walked deeper into the sect, they were greeted with respectful bows from disciples along the way. Eventually, they found Li Wanshou in the middle of his busy preparations. The old man’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Xu Xi, and he tightly grasped his hand.
Once again, he insisted that Xu Xi should take on the role of sect master.
“No, no, Master,” Xu Xi quickly declined. “I’m really not interested in being the sect master.”
“You fool! If you and I work together, why shouldn’t we expand and strengthen the sect?” the old man retorted, his beard bristling in frustration.
Ultimately, however, he did not force Xu Xi. Sighing and shaking his head, he declared that he would have to settle for being the sect’s founding ancestor despite his immortal status.
“Ungrateful disciple!” he grumbled, but his eyes were filled with warmth as he turned to Moli, advising her not to follow Xu Xi’s bad example.
Xu Xi: ?
What kind of nonsense was that?
…
Soon, the grand ceremony commenced, and the scene was lively and vibrant.
Dazzling spells filled the air, and spiritual energy surged everywhere. A large number of transcendent beings attended to witness the event, with even some government officials among the invited guests. Li Wanshou, as the sect master, was overwhelmed with responsibilities.
Xu Xi, however, did not stay. He wasn’t fond of crowded occasions. Instead, he found a high platform from where he could quietly watch the excitement below.
“Aren’t we going down, Brother?” Moli, seated beside him, hesitated and said, “Master… might get upset.”
“Don’t worry,” Xu Xi smiled. “Master isn’t that petty.”
With his transcendent vision, Xu Xi could see every tiny detail of the ceremony, observing each joyful face and every intricate decoration.
Among them, Li Wanshou’s smile stood out the most. Xu Xi had seen the old man smile many times before, but without a doubt, today’s smile was the most heartfelt. It carried a sense of belonging, a comfort of finally finding home after years of wandering and hardship.
For a fleeting moment, Xu Xi felt as if time had reversed, as if the first simulation had only now truly reached its conclusion.
He had reunited with his beloved sister, his master had found his place, and the Heavenly Sword Sect had been reborn.
“Brother… Brother…”
Moli’s voice brought him back from his thoughts.
“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” he chuckled apologetically, gently ruffling his sister’s hair.
“What were you thinking about, Brother?” she asked curiously.
There was nothing to hide. Xu Xi shared his thoughts.
“I was just thinking about how long ago it was when we first joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, the things we went through… Taking Master as our teacher, our training, even treating our illnesses. It all feels like such a long time ago, yet it also feels like it happened just yesterday.”
“Seeing Master so happy makes me a little emotional,” Xu Xi said with a warm smile.
The autumn breeze had grown colder, but the sect’s protective formation kept the chill at bay, and many of the plants were still sprouting new buds. As he spoke in a gentle tone, past memories replayed in his mind like an old movie—vivid and clear.
“Time passes so quickly,” Xu Xi gazed at Li Wanshou again, silently wishing for the old man to stay happy forever.
Hearing his words, Moli also fell into nostalgia.
The ceremonial bells echoed through the sect, signifying the official establishment of the sect master position. The sound resonated with the Dao’s profound laws, splitting the world into clear and pure harmony. Auspicious signs filled the sky, with celestial flowers cascading down and golden lotuses blooming from the earth.
Cheers erupted.
Joy spread everywhere.
Everything was so lively.
“Alright, enough reminiscing,” Xu Xi chuckled, ruffling his sister’s hair once more. With a wave of his hand, spatial ripples flickered, and a perfectly round watermelon appeared. Using his spiritual power, he sliced it into equal portions with precision, ensuring not a drop of juice was wasted.
“Here, I remember you love this. There’s still some time before the ceremony ends, so let’s eat while we wait,” he said, handing Moli a slice.
The girl blinked in surprise, then a gentle smile curved her lips.
“Thank you, Brother~”
Her brother hadn’t changed at all—still the same as before, like a perfect reflection of the past.
They each held a slice of watermelon, the once-young siblings now matured, watching the ceremony unfold below. They saw Li Wanshou surrounded by people, trying his best to maintain his immortal dignity, but his eyes gleamed with joy.
A gentle breeze rustled past, singing softly in their ears.
The birds soared freely in the sky, their wings unrestrained.
The trees stood firm, their roots deep and strong.
As Moli took a bite of the watermelon, the sweet, chilled juice burst onto her tongue—a taste that spoke of love and happiness.