C75 Holy Maiden of Immortal Sect Wanted to Marry Jiang Su

Su Qingying's gaze followed Ye Yan as she burst into the sea of flowers, her smile brightening. "Yan, what have you got there that you're so eager to show me?"

With a conspiratorial air, Ye Yan edged closer to Su Qingying and produced a painting from her sleeve. Before she could even spread it out, Su Qingying playfully tapped Ye Yan's forehead, wondering to herself, "It's just a painting. Why all the excitement?"

As the painting unfurled before Su Qingying, her heart skipped a beat. Overcome with emotion, she reached out to touch it, only to quickly withdraw her hand as if afraid to disturb the figure depicted.

"Who is this?" Su Qingying inquired.

Ye Yan had anticipated Su Qingying's enchantment with the man's striking features. "That's Jiang Su, the Head Disciple of the First Devil Sect, and he's both my current crush and the man of my dreams," Ye Yan declared with glee.

A twinge of guilt crept into Ye Yan's voice as she spoke the last part. Her affections were known to change with the wind, a trait she attributed to her fondness for handsome men.

"I want to marry him," Su Qingying stated matter-of-factly.

The simplicity of Su Qingying's declaration nearly knocked the wind out of Ye Yan. She was well aware of Su Qingying's forthright nature, but she hadn't expected such directness when it came to matters of the heart.

"Senior Sister, you can't be serious? You've never even met him," Ye Yan blurted out, barely containing her surprise.

"I'm aware," Su Qingying replied. "I'm simply expressing my admiration for him."

Ye Yan's initial shock subsided upon hearing this. But Su Qingying wasn't finished, and her next words sent Ye Yan's heart racing once more.

"Actually, I meant what I said. He's incredibly handsome, and I do want to be with him," Su Qingying affirmed.

Throughout her life, Ye Yan had often wished she could silence her Senior Sister, whose candid remarks never failed to astonish. Su Qingying's blunt honesty was something Ye Yan could never quite grasp.

"Senior Sister, I must go. I just remembered I need to assist Senior Brother with some tasks. Please, continue with your sword practice," Ye Yan hastily excused herself.

All Ye Yan had intended was to show Su Qingying the Cultivation World's most eligible bachelor. She never imagined that Su Qingying, typically indifferent to romance, would fall for Jiang Su.

Ye Yan was desperate to flee. Rong Yu had forbidden her from spreading information about Jiang Su widely. If the young male cultivators smitten with Su Qingying learned of her affection for Jiang Su, Ye Yan knew she'd be in deep trouble.

"Yan, leave the painting here."

"Alright."

Right now, Ye Yan's only thought was to get away from this place. Su Qingying's recent words had frightened her deeply. Obediently, Ye Yan handed the painting to her senior sister and took off.

Far away at the First Devil Sect, the Eldest Senior Brother Jiang Su had completed his practice of Holding Cloud.

Currently, Jiang Su was watching Wang Tian with a piercing gaze as he steadily ascended. Wang Tian was focused, determined to achieve a pivotal breakthrough in his Divine Demon Body Forging Technique today.

Wang Tian was acutely aware that reaching the summit was imperative today. He moved with increased caution, his hands and feet guiding him ever upward.

Enveloped in a veil of mist, the summit of Dangerless Peak was invisible, its height formidable. Amidst the fog, Wang Tian appeared minuscule.

This mirrored the Cultivation World, where the powerful reigned supreme and the weak were relegated to subservience.

For Wang Tian to reach the pinnacle, his only option was to dedicate himself to rigorous cultivation.

Today, for the first time, Wang Tian did not tumble down the mountain—a significant milestone.

The wind howled, dizzying Wang Tian. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out all other sounds.

Today, he was determined to conquer the summit of Dangerless Peak.

Wang Tian was conscious of Jiang Su's watchful eyes trailing him from below.

He hastened his climb, all the while vigilantly monitoring the terrain as loose stones occasionally tumbled around him. Wang Tian clenched his jaw; sweat dripped from his brow, soaking his clothes, the stickiness adding to his discomfort.

Suddenly, a stone gripped in Wang Tian's right hand crumbled, causing him to lose his grip. His body lurched sideways, his left hand desperately clinging to another rock.

Scanning his surroundings, Wang Tian saw no other holds except for a stone just out of reach above his left hand. His options were stark: leap and grasp the stone or fall from the mountain. Wang Tian chose to leap—because he wasn't certain he could continue his ascent if he fell.

Wang Tian was at his limit. His left hand's veins stood out, trembling visibly. Bracing his feet against the stone wall, he propelled himself upward with a powerful leap.

Jiang Su watched, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Thankfully, Jiang Su had the foresight to set up a protective formation each time Wang Tian attempted the climb, ensuring his safety.

Just as Jiang Su had anticipated, Wang Tian lost his grip and tumbled down. The blue formation sprang to life, unfurling a cascade of ribbons that swiftly enveloped him. These resilient strands formed a cocoon that cradled Wang Tian in mid-air.

The cocoon lingered aloft, not dispersing immediately. Jiang Su's brow furrowed as he flew to Wang Tian's side on his sword. Sensing the presence of its master's spirit breath, the cocoon began to unravel, save for the ribbons cradling Wang Tian from below.

Inside, Wang Tian crouched, crying. His face was smeared with dirt and debris, likely from wiping away tears, giving him a comically pitiful look. Sensing Jiang's approach, he mumbled, "This is my second time being overconfident. I'll never reach the summit of Dangerless Peak; something always goes wrong."

The formation's ribbons seemed to empathize with Wang Tian's sorrow, gently patting his head in consolation.

"It's only your second failure. Traditionally, only a formidable Body Cultivator can scale Dangerless Peak unaided. You've already made impressive progress. Give it another try," Jiang Su encouraged.

His voice was steady, yet Wang Tian's tears flowed even more freely. He was moved by the thought of Jiang Su carving out time from his hectic schedule to craft a personalized plan, enabling him to practice the Divine Demon Body Forging Technique. Jiang Su's concern was so great that he accompanied Wang Tian on every climb.

"Jiang, I'm determined to succeed this time," Wang Tian asserted.

Jiang Su nodded, his expression one of reassurance. Teaching Wang Tian the Divine Demon Body Forging Technique often felt like mentoring a child to him.

If he didn't view Wang Tian with paternal affection during their training, Jiang Su doubted he could restrain himself from giving him a thrashing out of frustration.

After all, history is filled with great figures who faced failure multiple times—dozens, even hundreds—before achieving success. Yet here was Wang Tian, disheartened after only his second setback, weeping as if all were lost.

The ribbon delivered Wang Tian to the base of Dangerless Peak. With a determined gaze, Wang Tian fixed his eyes on the summit; he was resolute in his ascent.

In three days, the ten major Devil Sects would be seeking new disciples. Wang Tian, Jiang, and Elder Chou Yue all recognized that the moment had come for Wang Tian to seek out the guidance of the great Master Yang Shuang.