Chapter 52: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 13: Not Wanting to Retreat

Ever since the Sect Master and Ji Hanlin returned to the Sect, Sang Yu had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

The sect leader is still the same sect leader, doing things in an orderly manner, with an elegant and gentle demeanor, but the Ji Hanlin beside her... has a lot of problems.

This guy moved into the Sect Master's bedroom on the first day he came back. What's even more outrageous is that he actually dared to make a move in front of the Sect Master!

Even when it came to that kind of blatant intimacy, Ji Hanlin was always thick-skinned and good at pretending, and he always knew the right measure in every move. Although he had opinions, every time he opened his mouth, Ji Hanlin could always easily block them out.

The more Sang Yu looked at this man, the more annoyed he became.

In the main hall, Wen Qianning sat at the desk handling sect affairs.

And that damn Ji Hanlin was sitting next to her, watching Wen Qianning reviewing documents, and even picked a grape and handed it to her lips.

"Ningning, I was wrong last night. Take some rest." He said it intimately, and his tone was as considerate as possible.

Wen Qianning didn't say anything, but actually opened his mouth to accept it.

Sang Yu had just entered the hall when he saw this scene. He stopped dead in his tracks, his face filled with shock. "You...you...Ji Hanlin, what are you doing?"

Ji Hanlin turned his head slowly, his face calm and his heart steady: "I was just feeding him grapes, what's wrong?"

"You, you, you... who do you think you are? How dare you treat the Sect Master so disrespectfully?"

"She didn't say no." Ji Hanlin curled his lips lazily and glanced at Wen Qianning out of the corner of his eye.

Wen Qianning: “…”

In fact, she wanted to explain, but she felt that it would only make things worse, so she simply lowered her head and continued to deal with the files, pretending not to hear.

Sang Yu was so angry that he jumped up and down. "You two are not really together, are you? The Sect Master must have been deceived by you. Did you cast some kind of curse on her? Tell me!"

"It seems that Senior Brother Sang Yu is not so slow." Ji Hanlin turned his head, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he smiled silently.

Suddenly, Sang Yu was furious. He put his hands on his hips and fought back without showing any weakness: "Don't think you can be arrogant just because you are favored by the sect leader. I tell you, don't be too proud!"

This shameless man stood up slowly, walked behind Wen Qianning, leaned over to gather her cloak, and brushed off the non-existent dust on her shoulders. He smiled gently: "It can't be helped. Ningning likes me the most, right?"

Wen Qianning's hand trembled, and the tip of the pen paused for a moment. He looked up at the two of them, not wanting to get involved in their argument, so he could only respond casually: "Hmm..."

"Don't be so complacent! I tell you, even if you are in favor now, don't be too arrogant. The sect leader must have been fooled by your sweet words!" Sang Yu was so angry that he was about to explode and shouted at him.

Every time he faced Ji Hanlin, he was always at a disadvantage. Sang Yu's face turned red and he gritted his teeth.

But if you calm down and think about it...

Ji Hanlin has been in their Hehuan Sect for three years. During these three years, although he is very scheming and a green tea, always trying to grab the attention of their sect leader, but in the final analysis, he is not a bad person, and his indifference to others is not false.

Sang Yu hated him, but not that much.

If the Sect Master was with him, it would seem... not be so difficult to accept?

He just hoped that his respected sect leader could be happy. If she felt happy being with Ji Hanlin, then he could barely accept it.

Thinking of this, Sang Yu felt a little more balanced. In the end, he didn't say anything else. He just snorted coldly and turned away.

In the next few days, he never argued with Ji Hanlin again, which made Wen Qianning a little confused and she suspected that Sang Yu had been possessed by someone else.

Unable to bear it any longer, Wen Qianning specifically called out to Sang Yu: "Sang Yu."

"Master?" Sang Yu stopped and turned around.

Wen Qianning curiously asked, "Why do I feel like... your attitude towards Ji Hanlin has changed so much recently?"

She had expected Sang Yu to get mad like usual, or at least roll his eyes, but this time he was silent for a moment. Then Sang Yu pursed her lips and said with a somewhat evasive look, "I just figured it out."

"What did you figure out?" Wen Qianning was puzzled.

"He's quite annoying. He always acts pretentiously and pitifully to get you to pay attention to him. He's always trying to piss me off in front of me..."

"But..." Sang Yu's tone suddenly slowed down, with a rare solemnity in his eyes. He lowered his head and spoke awkwardly, "I've seen how he treated you over the past three years."

Wen Qianning was slightly stunned. She didn't expect these words to come from Sang Yu's mouth.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Sang Yu's tone suddenly became a little higher, as if trying to cover up his seriousness just now: "But don't get me wrong, I still don't like him! I just support you unconditionally, Master, but it doesn't mean that I approve of him. If he dares to treat you badly, I will be the first to deal with him!"

Wen Qianning chuckled: "Okay."

Sang Yu snorted, his expression no longer tense and resistant, but with a hint of calmness: "Master, who you want to be with is your business, I can't interfere... But if you are really happy, I will accept it."

Wen Qianning stood there, and suddenly a soft feeling arose in her heart.

Speaking of Ji Hanlin, I wonder where he went? Wen Qianning came to her senses. On weekdays, he liked to stick with her no matter what, but today he was not seen.

At this time, Ji Hanlin sat cross-legged beside the spirit pool, with spiritual energy surrounding him. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and the spiritual power in his spirit veins flowed more smoothly.

After a night in the cave that day, he had successfully formed a golden elixir. The attraction of the yin and yang spiritual power in Wen Qianning's body made his golden elixir more solid and pure than that of ordinary people.

As his mind sank into his body, Ji Hanlin began to use all his strength to guide the power of the golden elixir to impact his sea of ​​consciousness. The golden elixir's rotation speed increased, and golden light rose from his dantian and went straight to his eyebrows.

But just as the golden light was about to break through the sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual energy suddenly stagnated, the dantian shook, and a violent recoil exploded from the body.

Failed...

The Nascent Soul state cannot be achieved overnight simply by having an abundance of spiritual energy. More importantly, it requires a stable mind and a strong enough consciousness to support the Nascent Soul to break out of its shell and be born.

Ji Hanlin frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of unwillingness appeared in his eyes.

"Just a little bit off..." It's not that he didn't expect this. It has been difficult to achieve Nascent Soul since ancient times, and every level above Core Formation is like ascending to heaven.

The failure of the attack on the Nascent Soul just now still had aftershocks. Although the Golden Core was not damaged, his soul was slightly unstable. The originally smooth spiritual power was now disordered, like a torrent that was forcibly pulled back, shaking his internal organs so much that they ached slightly.

Obviously, his spiritual power was sufficient and his golden elixir was extremely solid, but at the moment of breaking through his spiritual consciousness, he was blocked by an indescribable barrier.

"You tried it secretly again?" Wen Qianning had come up behind him without him noticing. She looked at his slightly pale face and spoke with a hint of displeasure. "I knew you would act stubbornly. Why are you so anxious?"

Ji Hanlin did not answer, but just lowered his head and remained silent.

Wen Qianning sighed, walked over to him, half-knelt down, put her hand on his shoulder, and patted him: "Go into seclusion, use the method I taught you."

"...No." Ji Hanlin raised his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "I don't want to go into seclusion."

It is precisely because I don't want to retreat that I want to force a breakthrough.

Wen Qianning frowned, her tone heavy with confusion: "Now you want to improve your cultivation, but you don't want to stop retreating, and you're trying to force a breakthrough? What are you worried about?"

He didn't answer, but remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Once you enter the gate of the soul, the core of that closed-door formation is you. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time..."

Wen Qianning was stunned.

"...Xiao Lin, do you think I'm the kind of person who would abandon you?" Her voice softened, her eyes filled with disbelief and a bit of a dilemma. "Are you afraid that I'll lock you up and leave alone?"

Ji Hanlin didn't look at her, but turned his head slightly: "But I'm afraid of that place where I can't sense anything and can't connect with anything..."

"I'm afraid you'll leave, and I won't be able to get out, and I'll never see you again."

Wen Qianning stared at him, pondered for a moment, and then curled the corners of his lips.

"It's my fault. I don't know why you're so worried about losing something. I told you I love you so much. Even if you have to stay in seclusion for ten or a hundred years, I will always be with you."

Ji Hanlin's eyes moved, and he hesitated: "You are the sect leader, you can't always stay in front of the retreat formation."

"Who said I have to be on guard all the time?" Wen Qianning smiled. "I've already prepared the spiritual energy of the formation to reside in it. I can leave a trace of my consciousness in the formation. No matter which level your soul is on, you can sense me."

"And the entire retreat room was set up by me personally. Don't worry, I will definitely come to see you every day. Even if I really have something to do, I will never miss a visit for more than three days!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Hanlin's tense expression finally relaxed a little: "You mean... you will come to see me often?"

"Of course." Wen Qianning blinked. "And this entire formation is custom-made for you alone. No one can enter except you and me... So, does this retreat count as a small world just for the two of us?"

She said with a smile and blinked cunningly, but the seriousness and tenderness in her eyes were extremely clear. At that moment, Ji Hanlin's heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked.

"Okay." He finally agreed.

After getting the boy's promise, Wen Qianning left contentedly.

Three days later, the quiet room was completed.

In the spiritual land behind the Hehuan Sect, there is a secret cave carved out from behind a quiet cliff, which is sealed by a spiritual formation. Spiritual veins from all directions converge here, surrounding the body like a hot spring. Wen Qianning uses himself as a guide to imprint his spiritual consciousness on the center of the formation.

Before he closed his eyes and entered into meditation, he took one last look at her and said softly, "Ningning, remember to come see me every day."

"I promise you." Wen Qianning smiled and stretched out her little finger to make a pinky promise with him.

He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and held her fingers. He didn't know why, but he always felt uneasy in his heart. He knew that he shouldn't doubt Wen Qianning, but he was always afraid that he would be abandoned by her. Why did he have this strange premonition?

It was as if... there was something he couldn't control.

But after all, he had got Wen Qianning's promise, so he chose to believe her.

He must practice as quickly as possible, come out early, and be with Ningning, never separated for a moment.

The next moment, Ji Hanlin sat down in the center of the formation, his spiritual energy gradually sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, and he became as quiet as an ancient well, beginning his true retreat.

Wen Qianning stood outside the formation, staring at the quiet figure in a daze for a long time.

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