Fang Ruotang was taught from a young age that heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teachers were the most important figures to her, almost as important as her parents. She could never imagine what it would feel like to fall in love with such a person.
To be honest, if you asked her to fantasize about having something happen with her former teacher, the hairs on her arms would stand on end instantly, because in her heart, a teacher for a day is a father for life.
She had never seen such a bizarre story before in the Dayong Dynasty.
However, it can often be seen in storybooks.
Thinking of the storybooks she had been reading, she asked with great interest.
[Has this disciple gradually fallen in love with her aloof and powerful master during their daily interactions, but due to the difference in their master-disciple relationship, she cannot express this forbidden feeling, and can only silently endure it in her heart, thinking that it would be enough for her to stay by his side forever as his disciple.]
[Until one day, she was poisoned by love, or perhaps her master was poisoned by love, the two broke through their hidden unrequited love. She forcefully cured her master of the poison, or perhaps she couldn't resist the temptation and pounced on him. In the end, her master couldn't control his emotions and turned the tables, and the two achieved a harmonious and fulfilling night.]
[After one night, the master distanced himself from his disciple, and at this time, some foolish fellow disciples jumped out and framed her, saying that she was either a witch or colluding with the demon race, or at the very least, she had stolen the sect's sacred artifact. And all the evidence was conclusive. In order to protect her, the master had no choice but to punish her, imprison her, or cripple her cultivation, destroy her spiritual root, and so on...]
While Fang Ruotang was giving her a long speech, everyone stared at her in astonishment.
Everyone thought to themselves, "Wow, this is such a fabrication!"
Especially the Yan Yun Ancestor and his group felt that this was a fantasy.
How could there be anything between a master and his disciple?
Until the little mirror's voice rang out again.
"My lord, how are you so amazing? You guessed them all correctly."
[Pshaw, no big deal! Master-disciple relationships always follow the same few tropes, and the innocent girl just now had such a miserable look on her face—it's definitely a tragic love story.]
Ancestor Yan Yun also cultivates the sword path. Although he has now reached the Great Ascension stage, the leader of the sword path has nothing to do with him, and is even someone he cannot reach.
However, that was over a thousand years ago, and there is no such thing as a champion now. After all, the ladder to immortality has been broken, and even the most talented genius wouldn't dare to train so intensely.
Geniuses are not great because they get perfect scores, but because they know how to control their scores.
The geniuses of the Cloud Deep Continent today are all like this.
"Are you referring to Lord Jiuyuan as the leader?"
"yes."
Fang Ruotang looked up and asked curiously, "You know him?"
Ancestor Yan Yun frowned slightly and said incredulously, "It's hard to imagine that someone like him would be involved in love affairs, especially with his disciple."
Fang Ruotang was touched by those words.
Why are the people in this world so fond of talking about love?
On the contrary, the people from Dayong are truly single-mindedly focused on their careers.
Logically speaking, once you embark on the path of cultivation, you should be pursuing the Great Dao, and you should have long since abandoned matters of love and romance.
The leader of swordsmanship, such a powerful figure.
That's how it is.
Is this really a good way to cultivate?
[Perhaps because it can no longer ascend, there's no point in trying. When people are idle, they always need to find something to do.] Little Mirror guessed randomly.
Fang Ruotang thought it made some sense, but couldn't help feeling strange about it.
Has Heaven explained why the Ladder to Immortality broke, and when it will be restored?
[They didn't say, only that the time wasn't right yet, and they would tell you when the time was right.]
Fang Ruotang's strange feeling intensified.
I always feel like fate is plotting against me, waiting for me to fall into a trap.
[It doesn't exist; He wouldn't dare.]
【Really? 】
Fang Ruotang was confused, and the little mirror didn't seem to understand much either.
As the two were talking, Fang Ruotang momentarily forgot that her true feelings could be heard by others.
The people of Dayong were used to it, but Yan Yun and his companions were excited, especially Du Zhong.
He knew it, he knew it!
Du Zhong looked like he'd taken some fake medicine, and nobody paid him any attention; he was practically floating on air.
For them, this was just a minor incident.
Next, they split into groups of two or three and went to mine and buy what they needed.
At this moment, Gu Yanjin and the other five finally had the opportunity to escort Fang Ruotang away alone. They breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles appeared on their faces.
"Little Six, what do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you." Ye Wuxia had a sweet smile on her face. She already looked harmless, and with that smile, she looked even more endearing.
Fang Ruotang looked around and said, "Just look around, and buy whatever you like."
The treasures in her storage bag were countless.
After all, she had looted the storage bags of several powerful cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage. The savings of one person over a thousand years was already considerable, let alone several people. Not only that, but she also took the magical treasures from the little mirror.
So if you're asking what she lacks, she really doesn't lack anything.
Ye Wuxia and the others also knew this. When he came in, he had been observing carefully. He took Fang Ruotang's hand and said, "If there's nothing you particularly want to buy, let's go buy some things first?"
"Selling things? What do you want to sell?"
As Fang Ruotang spoke, she followed him out.
"It's some elixirs that I made myself. I saw they were for sale there, and there are people in the merchant guild who buy them. Let's go take a look."
"Okay!"
Fang Ruotang never intended to sell what she had.
She has no shortage of spirit stones.
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