If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is less than 70%~
"Oh, he must be getting impatient." Luo Jiujiang clenched his fists and clapped his hands. "Master, how many days have passed since I went in? How many times has Qianling come here?"
"Four days. Once."
"That's unlikely..." Luo Jiujiang rubbed his nose and glanced at Luo Cang quietly, "Master, Qianling is very sullen and has a good personality. Don't take this opportunity to bully him."
Things were no longer the same as when the three of them first met. Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang had developed a close relationship as master and disciple. Because of this, Luo Jiujiang dared to speak frankly about whatever was on his mind.
Luo Cang was practically pissed off by his disciple's words: "So sullen? That kid was constantly arguing with him, and when he even tried to act nice with the last sentence, it was because he, Luo Jiujiang, hadn't noticed!" As for the idea of a good personality, it was sheer nonsense. He was just an angry guy, and it was a blessing he'd survived this long without exploding. How could he possibly be talking about his personality?
Now Luo Cang had to admit that his apprentice had a good understanding, excellent talent, and an open mind, but his eyes might be a little blind.
He looked at his completely innocent disciple who had no idea what alien species were and sighed silently in his heart.
Strictly speaking, alien species can be said to be similar to demon species, but demon species are not alien species.
When the Dragon God created the world, he protected ten tribes. Nine of them were said to be the nine sons of the dragon in rumors over the years, and the remaining tribe was said to be the dragon itself. Of course, there is only one Dragon God, so this statement is quite confusing.
These ten tribes were what everyone generally considered to be alien species. They were born different, with powerful bloodlines, and were both extremely talented and ferocious.
Although Luo Cang couldn't tell which of the nine clans Han Qianling belonged to, it wasn't hard to tell that this kid was no pushover. And apart from his deep-seated hatred for the alien species, judging from his many years of experience, there was nothing good about being associated with them.
"Your friend is not someone I should be bullying." Luo Cang brushed off the dust on his hem and said leisurely, "He came once, but that's more than enough. If you really count, it should be half a time. If you go to the door now, you can see that he is still blocking the gate of my Beixue Garden and hasn't left yet."
These words, upon closer inspection, were filled with resentment, but Luo Jiujiang didn't hear a thing, only beaming with delight. He immediately jumped up and ran, but Luo Cang, who had anticipated this, yanked him back by the back of his collar.
Luo Jiujiang clasped his hands together, and said with a charming smile, "Master, Master..."
This was his secret weapon that he usually used to please the old lady at home. Now he used it on Luo Cang on impulse, and he thought it made sense - old people should have something in common.
Luo Cang really didn't fall for his tricks: "Are you paying your respects to the abbot? Go back and make up for the lessons you missed these few days."
"..." Luo Jiujiang counted the days in his mind and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Master, the competition is coming soon, I probably won't be able to finish this lesson."
"Forget about martial arts lessons for now, but don't fall behind in literature." Luo Cang grabbed the heavy book that Luo Jiujiang had been carrying for ten minutes and threw it at him. "Study hard, and I'll let you go after you finish it."
Sometimes there was no point in arguing with Luo Cang, especially since he was often more right than he was. Luo Jiujiang had no choice but to sit cross-legged again, obediently turning to his previous homework and reciting it one by one.
If it were just memorizing it normally, it would be fine; the content in this book is quite interesting and not boring to read. However, now that he knew Han Qianling had been out, Luo Jiujiang felt like a little cat was curled up in his stomach, feeling anxious and itchy. His eyes darted left and right, unable to focus on the page for a long time.
Luo Cang coughed a few times as a warning.
Luo Jiujiang picked up a random piece and asked Luo Cang to show that he was really studying hard: "Master, what is this 'Yi Yi Powder'? The book doesn't record it in detail."
"It's a strange thing, not often seen these days." Luo Cang knew Luo Jiujiang was pretending, but he still answered him properly, "It was invented years ago for use in wars. Sprinkling it on a fifth-level demon—equivalent to a human at the Golden Core stage—can increase their combat power tenfold... Of course, the demon won't survive for long."
Luo Jiujiang clicked his tongue and said, "What's the purpose of this?"
"You think it's not worth it? Actually, it's worth a lot." Luo Cang gave him a cold look. "You're only at the eighth level of Qi Refining now. Any decent Foundation Establishment cultivator would be no different from slaughtering a chicken when dealing with you - that Du you beat up a few days ago is nothing, he's a piece of trash. And even Foundation Establishment cultivators have no choice but to bow down to the Golden Core. Once you reach the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, all battles return to their original simplicity, and the time required is much shorter. From the start of the fight to the end of the beheading, you can go through seven or eight rounds in a short time, which is equivalent to increasing your combat power seven or eight times. Do you think this deal is worth it?"
"Not worth it." To Luo Cang's surprise, Luo Jiujiang shook his head without hesitation. "Can a moment of powerful combat power buy a life? This is not only not worth it, it's a complete loss."
The deep color that Luo Jiujiang was familiar with appeared in Luo Cang's eyes again.
"Jiujiang, how much do you think a life should be worth?"
Luo Jiujiang said firmly: "Life is priceless!"
"You're wrong." Luo Cang sneered, "Life is the cheapest thing in the world, cheaper than spirit stones, cheaper than elixirs, cheaper than pet beasts. It's so cheap that it's not even worth the price. With just a thought, you can add a few anywhere. The rise of a cultivator is always at the cost of several bloody lives. Even if you don't want others' lives, they will still despise themselves and come to seek death, putting their necks on your blade."
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