While Murong Liyue was anxiously waiting outside, Qin Luo's mind was already in turmoil.
As the massive amount of spiritual energy surged into the little figure, his hands, which had paused, began to wave again, and runes bloomed from his hands once more.
When the number of runes reached a certain point, suddenly, the golden figure pushed forward with both hands, and the runes instantly converged, shining brightly. Then, a complete martial art slowly emerged from the light.
Qin Luo stared at the outline of the martial skill's light and shadow, his soul trembling, and he couldn't help but murmur:
"Heaven and earth...the transformation of all things?!"
At this moment, Murong Liyue, who was outside, was filled with anxiety. Seeing Qin Luo's face growing paler, she thought that Qin Luo had made some serious mistake during his breakthrough. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she anxiously thought of a solution. Her feet involuntarily moved towards Qin Luo, wanting to walk up to him and wake him up.
Just as Murong Liyue was about to make her move, Qin Luo's brows twitched slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, two beams of light shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void as if they were tangible. His aura also underwent a dramatic change. The fluctuations that were slightly chaotic due to the influx of spiritual energy became calm and powerful, like a towering mountain that could not be ignored.
Seeing Qin Luo open his eyes, Murong Liyue abruptly stopped, a look of surprise and anxiety flashing across her face. Tears welled in her eyes, and her voice trembled with a sob as she asked urgently:
"Qin Luo, how are you? Is anything bothering you? Your face was so pale just now, I thought... I thought something terrible had happened." Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a close call.
Seeing Murong Liyue's nervous expression, Qin Luo felt a warm feeling well up inside him, and then said softly:
"I'm sorry to have worried you."
Hearing that he was alright, Murong Liyue's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly settled down. The next moment, she rushed into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, burying her head tightly in Qin Luo's firm chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, so tightly that Qin Luo felt a little suffocated.
Her warm, orchid-like breath brushed against his chest, and after a moment, her voice, trembling slightly and choked with sobs, resounded in his arms:
"You scared me to death just now."
Qin Luo was slightly taken aback, then gently raised his hand and tenderly stroked her hair.
"Okay, it's alright now. I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
Qin Luo gently comforted her, his voice filled with a helpless tenderness and doting affection. It seemed that since Murong Liyue had been with him, her previous calmness and composure had gradually disappeared, and she had become increasingly prone to worry and anxiety. But he also knew that this was all because she cared about him.
Under Qin Luo's gentle comforting words, Murong Liyue gradually calmed down in his arms, but still refused to let go. Qin Luo could only let her hold him, gently patting her back. Gazing into the distance, he pondered the path ahead.
Half an hour passed quietly. At first, Qin Luo only felt slightly uncomfortable, but as time slowly passed, he became more and more aware that Murong Liyue showed no sign of letting go. His arm was already a little sore and numb from maintaining the same position for so long, but looking at the person in his arms, he really couldn't bear to push her away forcibly.
"No? Is she as punctual as Zihan? It's been so long, isn't she tired of being all lovey-dovey?"
Qin Luo thought helplessly to himself, then cleared his throat slightly and said in as gentle and tactful a tone as possible:
"Liyue, um, the assessment is still ongoing."
Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue stiffened slightly and slowly raised her head. Her eyes, still misty with tears, now held a hint of grievance.
Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke:
"Are you already tired of me?"
The trembling voice carried a barely perceptible sob, gently tugging at Qin Luo's heartstrings.
Qin Luo's heart clenched, realizing that this girl's ideas were becoming increasingly extreme, and he quickly explained:
“Liyue, you’ve misunderstood. How could I be tired of you? It’s just that this assessment is very important. I feel that these points are not just for passing the assessment. Perhaps they will be of great use when entering the Lingyuan Sect. So we can’t waste our time here. We need to try to get as many points as possible.”
After explaining, Qin Luo unconsciously hugged Murong Liyue even tighter, letting her feel his affection.
Murong Liyue bit her lower lip, the grievance in her eyes not completely dissipating. Although she knew Qin Luo was right, she was reluctant to leave this warm embrace. After hesitating for a while, she muttered softly:
"Then hug me for a little while longer, just a little while."
Qin Luo sighed helplessly, nodded, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. He could smell the faint fragrance of lotus flowers emanating from her hair, a scent that was both comforting and endearing.
Qin Luo held Murong Liyue quietly, listening to her gradually calming breathing. His mind began to wander to the assessment; he knew these points were a major benefit for new students, as they could be exchanged for spirit points at a ratio of one to ten after entering the Lingyuan Sect!
After a while, Murong Liyue took a deep breath in his arms, her cheeks flushed, and reluctantly let go of his hand.
Then she lowered her head slightly, not daring to look Qin Luo in the eye, and said softly, "Qin Luo, do you think I'm being a little willful?"
Qin Luo, no longer the naive little boy he once was, naturally knew how to answer. He smiled, shook his head, reached out and gently pinched her nose, saying:
"What are you thinking? I think you're cute like this."
Hearing this, Murong Liyue raised her head and looked into Qin Luo's gentle gaze, her heart rippling with sweet emotions.
Seeing her so emotional, Qin Luo never expected that the originally aloof and elegant woman would turn out like this.
My thoughts drifted back to our first encounter. That night, Murong Liyue was dressed in snow-white robes, her graceful figure exuding a cold, aloof air that kept everyone at arm's length. Every gesture she made revealed her refined elegance, like a fairy untouched by worldly concerns.
Now, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are full of longing, and her former aloofness has long since turned into tenderness.
Lost in thought, Qin Luo gently raised his hand, his fingers lightly gliding across Murong Liyue's cheek, the touch warm and delicate.
"We should leave here."
Murong Liyue closed her eyes slightly, enjoying his intimacy, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, forming a sweet and shy smile.
Her red lips were luscious and glistening with an alluring sheen. She gently nuzzled her head against Qin Luo's palm, like a lazy yet blissful kitten, letting out a soft, coquettish whimper.
"Hmm~"
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