The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 186

Chapter 186: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers Part 31

That shout echoed, a memory Tao Ning would rather forget.

A group of people, old and young, kneeling and calling her “Ancestor,” their faces full of reverence.

Tao Ning, startled, immediately summoned her sword: “Broken Edge.”

The gleaming blade appeared in her hand, and she tossed it into the air, leaping onto it.

Standing steadily on the sword, she flew away, even forgetting to return the Shanhe Brush, taking it with her.

Unable to fly, they could only watch as she disappeared down the mountain.

Someone shouted in surprise, “Where is Ancestor going?”

Zhen Xuelan tugged on Fu Guanyue’s sleeve: “What kind of person did you find?”

Fu Guanyue, still crouching on the ground: “…” Don’t ask, I’m also confused.

She would have run too.

The events on the mountain didn’t affect those below, who assumed the clear sky meant the formation had been repaired and everyone was returning.

They prepared helicopters and cable cars, the air pressure now stable, no wind or rain, no need for the elders to climb down.

The resort became lively again.

“Did you find her?” Fu Luo, emerging from a corridor, asked Fu Xi.

Fu Xi frowned slightly, shaking her head: “No.”

Fu Luo, making another call, received the same automated message: “The number you have dialed is switched off, please try again later.”

She hung up, leaning against a pillar: “This is strange, her phone is off, did she leave?”

Fu Xi dismissed this idea: “There’s a barrier around the resort, she can’t leave without sufficient cultivation.”

Due to the urgency of the situation, they hadn’t realized Tao Ning was the rumored Golden Core cultivator and felt responsible for her safety.

But she had disappeared, leaving no trace, and they had been searching everywhere since morning.

Just then, someone passed by, and Fu Luo called out, “Su Yin? It’s you! I have a question, have you seen our Young Mistress’s new assistant?”

“Her surname is Tao, she’s tall and has distinct features, her voice gentle, always smiling.”

After this vague description, Fu Luo asked hopefully, “Have you seen her?”

Fu Xi: “…” She knew her sister’s poor communication skills wouldn’t produce a clear description.

However, this vague description somehow made sense to Yu Suyin, who thought of someone: “You mean the one in white?”

They both exclaimed, “Yes, yes, that’s her! Have you seen her?”

Yu Suyin, still slightly traumatized: “Last night.”

They asked again, “Where is she now?”

“She’s…” Yu Suyin looked behind them, her gaze fixed on someone, and she pointed, “Isn’t she right there?”

They turned around and saw Tao Ning, a complicated expression on her face, carrying a sword, a familiar jade hairpin in her hair.

Seeing the three of them, she stopped and greeted them: “Good morning, out for a walk?”

Yu Suyin, remembering the scene of Tao Ning effortlessly killing the painted skin ghost last night, her scalp tingling: “M-morning.”

Tao Ning: “Then continue your chat, I’ll be going back to my room.”

With that, she walked away, her pace quickening, disappearing within seconds.

As if afraid of being followed.

Fu Xi and Fu Luo, still stunned, and Fu Xi asked, “Did you see the sword in her hand?”

Fu Luo, shocked: “What? I thought I was mistaken, that glowing sword was real?”

Yu Suyin’s voice, soft and ominous: “Didn’t you know your assistant can fly with a sword and even killed the painted skin ghost impersonating our Grand Elder?”

Fu Xi and Fu Luo: “???”

They understood each word individually, but together, they made no sense.

Fu Guanyue, finally escaping the crowd, returned to her room, surprised to find it empty.

Where is she? she wondered.

As she stepped inside, her foot hit something hard, a metallic clang echoing.

Looking down, she saw a sword lying on the floor, its blade gleaming, seemingly blunt.

The inscription on the hilt: Broken Edge.

A legendary spiritual sword, just lying there on the floor, anyone else would have enshrined it, not treating it so casually.

Fu Guanyue, unable to bear the sight, reached down to pick it up, almost breaking her back.

So heavy!

It felt like lifting a mountain.

Unwilling to give up, she used both hands, determined to lift it, forgetting about finding Tao Ning, her attention completely captured by the sword.

But despite her efforts, she could only move it slightly, unable to lift it.

Such a heavy sword, how did Tao Ning wield it so effortlessly? She had made it look so light, but it was incredibly heavy.

Fu Guanyue finally gave up, shaking her hands and stepping around the sword.

The person she hadn’t seen at the door was sitting in a corner, staring at the wall, lost in thought.

Tao Ning had concealed her aura, making it difficult to detect her presence, like a mushroom hidden in a dark corner.

Knowing how powerful she was, Fu Guanyue, however, didn’t feel any anger.

Instead, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen this scene countless times before.

But that was impossible, and she deliberately made a noise as she approached.

Tao Ning, who had sensed her presence long ago, turned around, extending her arms: “Hug.”

Fu Guanyue: “…”

What was it like to be asked for a hug by someone who could be a museum exhibit?

Fu Guanyue couldn’t resist, instinctively stepping closer, her arms wrapping around Tao Ning, patting her back habitually.

Then she thought, I just patted a living fossil’s head.

Tao Ning buried her face in Fu Guanyue’s embrace: “You’re finally back, I thought you weren’t coming back.”

Her voice was so soft and full of grievance, it was hard to believe this was the same person who had wielded a sword with such power.

Fu Guanyue sighed, wanting to say she had also thought the same.

But she couldn’t let it go, having been raised as the future clan leader: “We need to talk about what happened today.”

Tao Ning was agreeable: “Ask me anything.”

“…” Fu Guanyue, however, didn’t know where to begin, and after a moment of thought, she started with the simplest question, “How old are you?”

Tao Ning: “…”

This seemingly simple question wasn’t easy to answer.

Time flowed differently in each world, her age difficult to calculate.

After some thought, she replied, “If you count my entire existence, then thirteen thousand two hundred and one years old, excluding that, then three hundred and twenty-one.”

Fu Guanyue hadn’t expected a serious answer, but the difference was so vast that it didn’t faze her.

Instead, she asked curiously, “Why three hundred and twenty-one?”

Tao Ning looked up, smiling sheepishly: “That was the year I got into a fight, killed someone, and broke something, then for various reasons, I couldn’t go home, until now, reborn in this world.”

Her casual tone, as if conquering the world and slaying a ghost king were everyday occurrences,

Made Fu Guanyue think, How pitiful, unable to go home just because of a fight.

Tao Ning, not wanting to make things difficult, told her everything she could, including how she had created the Shanhe Brush, accidentally leaving it behind when she left Qizhou, and how happy she was that it had been well-preserved by the Fu clan.

To avoid angering the world consciousness, she kept her explanation vague.

World Consciousness (the “something” that was broken): “…”

Fu Guanyue’s mind was a mess, seemingly understanding, yet not, and she instinctively said, “Then you…”

Tao Ning hugged her tighter, her face buried in Fu Guanyue’s embrace: “I just wanted to be with you, not get involved in any of this.”

She had experienced everything, the excitement, the reverence, the resentment, the jealousy, the fame and fortune, millennia ago.

So she said, “You’re my only reason for being in this world.”

These words struck a chord in Fu Guanyue’s heart, and she forgot what she wanted to ask.

Unaware that the person in her arms wasn’t just a living fossil, but also a cunning fox spirit.

Tao Ning’s eyes were deep and captivating: “Are you still willing to be with me?”

Despite her desire for seclusion, it wasn’t easy to achieve.

Initially, Tao Ning, seeing Fu Chengbi’s efforts to preserve her legacy, was willing to help.

But as more and more people came to pay their respects, kneeling and calling her “Ancestor,”

Tao Ning was exasperated, she wasn’t some benevolent grandmother, nor a deity, she considered herself quite young.

Fu Guanyue, her legs weak from all the kneeling, agreed, starting to diligently block the visitors.

Otherwise, the resentful Tao Ning would become incredibly clingy.

Transforming into a fox spirit every night, clinging to her, whispering her nickname, it was irresistible, and Fu Guanyue, not wanting her back to ache, finally understood.

Finding a job for Tao Ning wouldn’t work, her cultivation was immeasurable, slaying a ghost king with a single sword strike, she wouldn’t get tired!

Then, while enjoying a bath together, Fu Guanyue had a realization, excitedly erasing the love bite on her neck with a wave of her hand.

During the day, she fulfilled her duties as the Fu clan’s future head, socializing and blocking visitors, and at night, she had to deal with her “fiancée.”

Tao Ning had given herself this title, both afraid the other wouldn’t agree, so they quickly accepted it.

Old Madam Fu had also adapted, no longer fainting so easily.

Because she would wake up to the smiling ancestor, her hands radiating purple-gold light, surrounded by people.

Tao Ning would be sitting beside her, channeling spiritual energy into her meridians: “You’re awake, you had a bit of a spiritual energy backlash, I helped you regulate it.”

Old Madam Fu almost had another backlash.

A Golden Core cultivator was one thing, she could grit her teeth and bear it.

But this was a living fossil, the difference in power too vast, the pressure overwhelming.

This was Ancestor Xu Cun, the founder of the Soul Seizing Technique, the creator of the Shanhe Brush, and perhaps even the original inhabitant of Qizhou recorded by their ancestor.

An unreachable existence.

Fu Guanyue, worried: “Great-Grandmother, are you alright?”

Old Madam Fu, jolted awake by the surge of spiritual energy, couldn’t faint again, or she might suffer a qi deviation.

With Tao Ning watching over her, a qi deviation was impossible, and she listened, fully conscious, to Tao Ning’s wedding plans: “…”

The ancestor herself could simply announce it, but she was politely asking for their approval, so polite, so terrifying.

She had never wished so much to be an ordinary old woman, free to faint, this was too much.

Amidst the enthusiastic descriptions of their future wedding, she remembered the ancestral tablets in the shrine, falling to the ground the moment they saw Tao Ning.

It wasn’t an earthquake, but her ancestors desperately trying to convey a message—Ancestor, please don’t make us kneel!!!

Later, feeling her meridians much clearer, Old Madam Fu thought, Since Qing Que also likes her, why not agree?

Although she couldn’t think of a reason to refuse.

But being an ancestor had its perks, and Tao Ning, after saying, “I’ll be busy cultivating, don’t disturb me unless it’s important,” found a place to hide.

No one dared to disturb her.

After all, they didn’t know her temper, offending her would be unwise.

Tao Ning was satisfied with this arrangement, she had cleaned up their mess, she didn’t have time to guide these “disciples.”

Their constant presence and requests for guidance were interfering with her love life.

If the other cultivators knew her reason for refusing to see them, they would probably cry.

Tao Ning finally had some free time, occasionally appearing at the Fu residence.

But being practically a living fossil, even when not present, her legend persisted, and people were still curious about her.

So, the two closest to her, Fu Xi and Fu Luo, were constantly bombarded with questions.

Fu Xi, straightforward, always replied, “Sorry, no comment.”

Fu Luo, exasperated, finally said, “Just ask.”

The Xuanxing Sect leader, overjoyed, asked, “What does Ancestor like?”

Fu Luo thought for a moment: “Lying down and doing nothing?”

The sect leader, suspecting she was being mocked, but not wanting to miss the opportunity, asked again, “Anything else?”

Like artifacts or pills?

But he didn’t consider that Tao Ning, having lived for so long, had probably seen everything, ordinary gifts wouldn’t impress her.

Fu Luo, after three seconds of thought, replied, “Holding something and lying down?”

The sect leader, not hearing clearly: “???”

Holding what?

Somehow, the message became distorted, and everyone in the cultivation world now believed Ancestor Xu Cun had a fondness for pillows.

They thought it was a rather cute hobby for someone so old and discussed sending her some unique pillows.

But they gave up after hearing Fu Luo’s cryptic warning: “If you don’t want to be thrown to the heavens along with your pillows, then don’t.”

This didn’t sound good, so they decided against it.

They hadn’t even mastered the sword flight technique taught by the ancestor yet, they weren’t ready to be thrown.

The technique itself wasn’t lost, but they couldn’t learn it, initially assuming it was due to their insufficient spiritual energy.

But after hearing their methods, Tao Ning, puzzled, asked, “Why are you making it so complicated? Just forget about the theories and incantations, focus on controlling the sword, make it large enough to stand on.”

“What if we fall?”

Tao Ning, casually: “Just fall a few times, prepare some healing medicine, you’ll learn eventually.”

There weren’t so many theories back in her time, they just did it.

Being too cautious only hindered progress, and those complicated incantations were more of a hindrance than a help.

With that, she summoned the Broken Edge: “Qing Que, I’ll teach you how to fly, let’s go.”

The cultivators who happened to witness Tao Ning patiently and meticulously teaching Fu Guanyue: “…”

Ancestor, you weren’t so kind to us.

Double standards aside, they still had to practice.

This crude and simple method, without the need for memorizing incantations, did work for some, who, after falling repeatedly, finally mastered it, able to fly by the late stage of Qi Refining.

As for the incidents of cultivators practicing sword flight in the mountains, accidentally appearing in live streams and trending online, that had nothing to do with Tao Ning.

She only taught, not managed the aftermath.

If asked, she would simply say: Trust in science.