Chapter 40 Is she dead?
This was indeed the truth, but Po Jun was very unhappy about it, so he asked this question.
The two talked for far too long, but Meng Ji did not urge them and waited patiently.
This caught Leng Dandan's attention. She came over to the group and asked, "Aren't you ready yet?"
Yao Jin didn't want to pay any attention to her at all, and said to Po Jun, "Haven't you always been like this?"
When Leng Dandan was ignored, a blush instantly rose to her face; she was angry.
Leng Dandan was originally someone who didn't like to argue with others, but now that she has become an elder, her mindset has changed along with her status—she is an elder, yet this woman dares to ignore her.
Now everyone's eyes are on them, not to mention their admiring senior brother is right next to them.
With a cold expression, she conjured up spiritual power and probed the barrier, saying, "The secret realm is dangerous, how can you treat it with such petty squabbles? If you don't come out, don't blame Dan Dan for being ruthless."
The barrier was struck by an external force, making a loud bang.
Leng Dandan was astonished, "This barrier is so powerful?"
"How can a mere disciple possess such powerful spiritual energy?"
"Senior brother, please help me!"
Leng Dandan is, after all, a Golden Core cultivator. Even though her cultivation level was boosted by pills, she can still break through barriers below the Golden Core level if she goes all out.
She had already attacked with all her might, so this strike must have been delivered with full force. However, she was surprised that the attack couldn't even budge the barrier.
The group had taken too long, disturbing the seriously injured disciples who were resting nearby. Under these circumstances, it was really inappropriate for Ding and Wang to continue their discussion. Meng Ji hummed in agreement and raised his hand to dispel the barrier.
Almost the instant the barrier was broken, a gentle breeze blew in from the cave entrance, lifting the boy's sideburns and revealing a sharp glint in his dark eyes. Leng Dandan was captivated by his beauty.
Her eyes were filled with admiration, "Senior brother..."
A sour taste suddenly exploded out of her, and Yao Jin looked away. For some reason, she remembered Meng Yaoji's question to her: "Are all women like this?"
Yao Jin was immediately displeased. The anger was especially stifling to her, and she had no reason to vent it. She glanced at Po Jun in an instant.
The next second, she slapped Po Jun across the face. "You're still looking! How many women do you know? Do you think you can look at every single one of them?"
Po Jun was engrossed in observing the depth of Meng Ji's skill when he was suddenly slapped. He was stunned by the blow and stammered, "No, it was me."
"Yao Jin, aren't you happy that I'm looking at other women?" Coming back to his senses, Po Jun felt a sense of satisfaction, which masked the pain from the slap.
Yao Jin found him inexplicable and scolded him, "Hurry up and change back."
"I want to retrieve the Mirror of Origin. Once I have it, I'll go save my father. I don't want to stay here for another second." Yao Jin said angrily, speaking to Po Jun via telepathy.
Po Jun seamlessly switched to the appearance of "Ding Wang". With a formidable enemy at hand, he was both happy and had to distinguish between what was important and what was not.
But along with the sound of the slap, there were gasps from the crowd. Some people even secretly touched their own faces, breathing out as if they themselves had been slapped.
Those people thought: Sure enough, it's understandable that Ding Wang didn't bring such a shrewish woman with him when he came in.
In this situation, it's clear that the two had broken up, and Ding Wang's attempt to offer some consolation was probably useless.
This suited Meng Ji's wishes perfectly. He stepped forward and said, "It seems that you are determined to become my disciple, and your future plans will be fulfilled."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Dandan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Senior brother!" Leng Dandan exclaimed in surprise, "How could she become your disciple?"
Ordinary people who seek longevity or immortality must be born with spiritual roots and wait for the apprenticeship ceremony held every three years to formally embark on the path of immortality. The masters who can accept disciples are the elders of each peak. It is not that Meng Ji cannot accept disciples, but that he has said since becoming the sect leader that he has no intention of becoming a disciple. The elders also do not force him to accept disciples because of his heavy workload.
Unless there are special circumstances, treating everyone equally is the best outcome.
But now there are special cases, one or two of them are special, but none of them are her. How could Leng Dandan not hate them?
Her eyes kept scanning the woman in front of her, trying to see what made her so special, but no matter how she looked, the woman in front of her was nothing but ordinary.
Meng Ji did not respond to Leng Dandan's dissatisfaction, and Leng Dandan had no choice but to remain silent for the time being.
Yao Jin was quite satisfied. Remembering the rules of the immortal sect, she respectfully bowed and said, "Then I will have to trouble Master more in the future."
Little did they know that after the ceremony, the first thing they did was to freeze in shock.
Women observe other women differently than men. Men might only skim the surface, not paying attention to the details. But women are different; they are adept at discerning details from all aspects.
Yao Jin's bow was flawless; her right arm covered her left, and her body tilted at a perfect ninety-degree angle. However, her head did not fall over her arms but stood obliquely in the air, her slender neck and back as straight as a pine tree. Her distant bow exuded an arrogant air.
But what about ordinary people?
Becoming a disciple and graduating from a master are both important events. When someone becomes a disciple of a capable person, some people will happily kneel on the ground and kowtow, while others will try to bend their bodies into a 180-degree bow to show their respect.
But the woman did not.
She had only ever seen this cold demeanor on one person before, and she had her suspicions, but she kept quiet about it.
When the storm had passed and night had fallen, Leng Dandan quietly got up. She took out her communicator and called out, "Mother."
A crackling sound rang out, and she walked a little further away.
There are two types of communication devices in this world: one is for cultivators only, and the other is for ordinary people.
The instrument used by Qiao was the kind that ordinary people use. This instrument is one-way; Leng Dandan can see what's happening on Qiao's side, but Qiao can't see what's happening on her side.
But the moment the voice rang out, Madam Qiao heard Leng Dandan's voice. She couldn't wait to share the good news, "Dan'er, that bitch is dead!"
Both of them tacitly disliked Yao Jin. Leng Dandan, of course, knew who she was talking about. She was initially delighted, "Dead? How did he die?!"
Qiao said, "It was her maid who discovered it, saying that someone had fallen off a cliff."
Mount Buzhou is so high that it reaches into the clouds. Its depth cannot be described as an abyss. Even a cultivator who is not skilled in swordsmanship would be smashed to pieces if he fell down, and for ordinary people, falling down there would only mean certain death.
Heaven has eyes! Leng Dandan was overjoyed. "That maid saw it with her own eyes?"
How could he have died? That would have been a good death.
Leng Dandan paced back and forth excitedly. After finally managing to calm herself down, she began to inquire about every detail. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the cave, and she slowly walked over, holding her breath.
The people Leng Dandan saw were none other than Yao Jin and Po Jun, who were discussing tomorrow's plans late at night.
Outside the cave, a gentle breeze was blowing.
The weather, which should have been pleasant, turned into a bit of irritability for Yao Jin.
She found dealing with Po Jun annoying, yet she had no choice but to talk to him.
Po Jun was still brooding over what happened during the day. "Why did you become his disciple during the day? Where are your demonic scales? I want to see them."
"And where exactly is that Mirror of Origin?"
With two questions in a row, Po Jun's footsteps drew closer. His body looked even more like a mountain in the dark night, instinctively making people feel afraid.
With a barrage of questions, Po Jun shed his "Ding Wang" persona, revealing his true appearance. His deep-set eyes were furrowed by the questions that troubled him, and a hint of ferocity inexplicably appeared.
Yao Jin was forced back two steps, feeling annoyed, so she held up her index finger to support Po Jun, "Stop, don't walk anymore, it's annoying to walk."
After scolding her, she used her rare patience to explain, "Why should I show you my demonic scales? The Mirror of Origin is on Leng Dandan's body. Naturally, I want to get close to her after becoming a disciple of Meng Ji."
She pointed her finger at Po Jun's chest, wishing she could stab him to death. "You almost ruined my plans during the day, and I haven't even come looking for you yet. How dare you come looking for me?"
The force that was fierce to Yao Jin was surprisingly light to Po Jun, like a kitten scratching him. It was no match for his attack, but Po Jun stopped when he saw that slender white finger.
"Really?" Po Jun watched as the hand drew closer, but this time it no longer carried a threatening tone; instead, he gently touched the hand.
His anxious heart was calmed, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.
Yao Jin couldn't understand why this person's emotions had changed so drastically. She felt that such a gentle voice shouldn't have come from Po Jun's mouth. He was always the kind of person who didn't mince words, either ruthless or vicious. He could be speaking nicely one second and then stabbing someone the next.
Yao Jin suddenly flung his hand away, saying, "Speak properly."
Po Jun fell silent. Such a tall man, yet when he lowered his head, he showed a hint of dejection.
His eyes were lowered, and his voice was somewhat uncertain, as if he were confirming something, "Is the Mirror of Origin really on that woman? If so, I will kill her and take it."
"Idiot!" Yao Jin quickly stopped him. "If you kill her, then what? How are we going to get out?"
The Mirror of Origin was certainly not on Leng Dandan, but Yao Jin couldn't tell the truth, so she had to calm Po Jun down. "The secret realm can only be opened by the combined efforts of the elders of the eight major sects. We are already inside. If we kill them all, the descendants of the eight major sects will all be wiped out. There is no need for us to open the secret realm again."
"Do you intend to stay here with me until you die?"
This is what Yao Jin heard Chu Fengliu say when she came here. She is saying it now so that Po Jun can understand that she does not want to stay in the secret realm for the rest of her life. She thinks that no one would want to stay here for the rest of their life either.
But after saying this, Po Jun didn't seem to care much. "It's fine if we can't get out. I'm quite satisfied with this illusion."
Yao Jin didn't understand what he meant and rolled her eyes. "You want to stay with me, but you don't even ask me what I think? Ask me if I want to stay with you?"
Her disdain was undisguised. She continued, "Let's follow them to pick the morning dew. If we die or get hurt in the process, we can only blame our bad luck. Once we get the Mirror of Origin, we can collect Father's demonic soul and go out with them."
Of course, this plan is somewhat flawed. Her father certainly needs to be resurrected, but even more important is obtaining the Body Tempering Grass. She wants to watch the young Daoist ascend to the Great Dao and restore the smooth life he deserves.
Yao Jin casually lied, trying to dispel Po Jun's crazy and irrational thoughts, and thus failed to see the shocked face not far away.
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