No, absolutely not, she has to save herself, she must save herself.
How can she save herself?
She thought of Gu Huaiyuan. As long as she got married and married Gu Huaiyuan, she could escape this hellhole.
But over the years, the Gu family has shown no intention of letting her marry Gu Huaiyuan. Gu Huaiyuan has only visited her once. She knows that Gu Huaiyuan has changed his mind, but now she has no choice but to cling to Gu Huaiyuan as her lifeline. She must find a way to make Gu Huaiyuan marry her.
Lu Xuening clenched one hand into a fist.
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A Yao reacted very calmly to her transformation into a Nascent Soul cultivator, but the rest of the Lu family were far from calm. They picked up the teleportation jade slip and informed their Lu family members or fellow Daoists from other sects who were outside.
Soon, news of A Yao's transformation into a deity spread throughout the entire Southern Region.
Over the years, everyone had become somewhat numb to A Yao's astonishing cultivation speed. This time, although they were still shocked, they also felt it was something that should be taken for granted, and some even started betting that A Yao would only need a few years to reach the Void Refinement stage.
Inside the teahouse.
“I bet fifty high-grade spirit stones that this Miss Lu Qi will reach the Void Refinement stage in less than a hundred years,” said a round-faced Golden Core cultivator.
A Golden Core cultivator with a long face said, "A hundred years is too long. No need, no need. I bet a hundred high-grade spirit stones that Miss Lu will be able to enter the Void Refinement stage in less than fifty years."
“No need, fifty years? The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it becomes. The difficulty of refining the Void is more than a thousand times greater than that of transforming into the Divine Transformation realm. Even Miss Lu Qi couldn’t possibly achieve it in just fifty years, could she?” said a hook-nosed cultivator at a nearby table.
"I believe Miss Lu Qi can do it, or we can take a gamble!" said the horse-faced cultivator.
“Alright, let’s bet!” said the hook-nosed monk.
"Come on, come on, anyone else want to place a bet? Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"I."
"And me too."
Suddenly, the teahouse became very lively.
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