232 - We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

### Chapter 232: Master, Yunwei Has Come to Visit A thousand years later, in the Western Regions at the Wandao Sect. After Yu Yunwei had used a formation to find the reincarnation of her senior brother, she dispatched disciples from the Pavilion of Listening Wind to the central lands. As soon as there was any news, the disciples would use a magical device to contact her. At that point, she would immediately set out for the Zhou Kingdom in the central lands. However, after the disciples from the Pavilion of Listening Wind departed, Yu Yunwei deliberated and found herself feeling uneasy. This wasn't because the disciples were not loyal enough. The Pavilion of Listening Wind was, after all, the sect's intelligence-gathering assassination organization, focused primarily on killing and possibly not adept at dealing with matters smoothly. Moreover, they were unaware of just how important the person they were to bring back was. Their order was simply to ensure they brought the person back flawlessly. What if they offended her senior brother? Most importantly, among the elite disciples traveling to the Zhou Kingdom, the elder leading them was only at the Jade Purity Realm. Although reaching the Jade Purity Realm was sufficient to establish one's own sect, Yu Yunwei still felt it wasn't enough. Therefore, Yu Yunwei decided to request help from someone she did not particularly like but who was the most suitable to bring her senior brother back. "Greetings, Sect Leader." "Salutations, Sect Leader." "Respectful regards to the Sect Leader." As Yu Yunwei walked into the Blossom Peak, each female cultivator she encountered greeted her with respect. Without responding, Yu Yunwei continued her ascent. Along the way, disciples of the Blossom Peak were engaging in various activities — some bathed in clear springs, others in sheer clothing ran and frolicked along pebble paths, while others sipped drinks in courtyards, their clothing strewn about, with wine trickling down their skin. Most of the disciples wore revealing outfits, showcasing their fair skin. Every place Yu Yunwei passed was filled with fluttering sounds of laughter. Compared to a thousand years ago, the Blossom Peak's rules were now strictly enforced, with no men allowed on the mountain. Pity this picturesque scene, as no man could witness it. "Sect Leader, your esteemed visit caught us by surprise; please forgive us," a woman said, having quickly come to greet Yu Yunwei upon hearing of the sect leader's arrival. She wore a light short skirt, her fair ankles bare, her phoenix eyes captivating, and her every movement exuded an enchanting aura. The woman's name was Wang Wanyue, the sole disciple of the current master of Blossom Peak. "Wanyue, where is your master?" Yu Yunwei inquired. "Sect Leader, my master is resting at the mountain top." "Take me to her." "As you wish." Wang Wanyue swiftly led the way. Soon, they reached a courtyard at the mountain's peak. A woman in a white dress lay on a rocking chair, resting. Her face was gently covered with a book, Underneath the book, a glimpse of a swan-like neck and a delicately shaped collarbone could be seen. Below the collarbone, a bust like snow propped up the neckline, forming a soft curve. As the view traveled downward, past the graceful swell, it revealed a smooth flat abdomen, followed by round, firm hips and long, slender legs. Just as Wan Yue was about to awaken her master, Yu Yunwei gestured for her to stop. "You may leave," Yu Yunwei instructed. "Yes, Sect Leader." Wang Wanyue nodded and retreated. Yu Yunwei entered the courtyard, seated herself on a stone table beside the rocking chair, and poured herself some tea. Stacks of sect paperwork were piled on the table. Casually picking some up, Yu Yunwei perused them, finding each document meticulously handled. "Stop sleeping," she said. Half an incense stick later, Yu Yunwei tossed a scroll towards the woman's smooth, soft abdomen beneath the veil. The woman let out a soft, coquettish murmur and removed the book from her face, lazily looking at Yu Yunwei. "Sect Leader, must you disturb my sleep?" She rubbed her abdomen. Ignoring the seductive demeanor, Yu Yunwei stated plainly, "Sili, there is a task requiring you to go to the Zhou Kingdom in the central lands." "Zhou Kingdom?" Sili yawned, "What for?" "My senior brother might be there," Yu Yunwei replied truthfully. At these words, a flicker of emotion passed through Sili's eyes, quickly masked by indifference. In a languid tone, she said, "Oh, Sect Leader, you have searched for a thousand years, but have you ever truly found him? I'd rather stay in the sect, helping you manage some affairs." "This time, there will be no mistakes," Yu Yunwei assured, placing a jade token on the table. "Once you reach the central lands, you can use this token to command the Pavilion of Listening Wind." "Is this an order?" Sili asked, staring at the token. "Even if it's not an order, you will go," Yu Yunwei glanced at Sili, "Don't think I don't know your thousand-year celibacy was for him." Standing up to leave, her voice resonated from the peak, "For a man, remaining in the Immortal Realm, ignoring ascension just to wait for him—how foolish, for the master of Blossom Peak to be so besotted. How amusing." "Honestly, doesn't seem like the attitude of someone seeking help," Sili murmured softly after Yu Yunwei had left the courtyard. She picked up a pendant, holding it to the sunlight. The dappled green reflected in her dark eyes, reminiscent of that figure from a thousand years past. "Amusing, isn't it?" Sili smiled gently, flicking the pendant with her fingers. "How truly ludicrous that the man never spared a glance." After leaving Blossom Peak, Yu Yunwei did not immediately return to the main peak of Wandao Sect, but instead, purchased a jar of Sangluo wine and headed to Karma Blood Peak. Karma Blood Peak had become a restricted area of the sect. Except for Yu Yunwei, no one was permitted there. Whenever she became overwhelmed by sect matters, she would come and stay for a few days. It was as if returning to this solitary peak allowed her heart to be at ease. Unlike a millennium ago, a gravestone now stood at the peak. Approaching the gravestone, Yu Yunwei saw several large characters engraved with a long blade. These words were carved by her senior brother. Yu Yunwei still remembered how, when her senior brother carved this gravestone, she had sat beside him, weeping uncontrollably. Kneeling before the gravestone, Yu Yunwei unsealed the wine jar, allowing its fragrance to drift away with the mountain breeze: "Master, Yunwei has come to see you."