For the next week, the mountaintop was shrouded in mist.
During this passing time, Yi Ting would often press her cheek against Qin Luo's back or curl up on his lap, listening to him recount the strange tales of the past three years. She would also suddenly wrap her arms around his neck during Qin Luo's inspection of her alchemy, gently pressing her medicinal-scented lips against his cheek.
Qin Luo let her fool around, occasionally pulling her into his arms. Seeing the girl's ears turn red and her shyly looking back, his heart was filled with tenderness.
On the day of their parting, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. Yi Ting clutched Qin Luo's sleeve, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears, yet she forced a smile:
"Master, you must remember to think of Ting'er often, and don't forget her!"
Su Xuan urged her repeatedly before she finally followed her senior sister away, turning back every few steps. Watching that pale yellow figure disappear around the bend in the mountain path, Qin Luo finally uttered a sigh of melancholy.
"Master, did you...did you already guess this?"
"You silly girl, your thoughts are written all over your face. Are you heading back to the Misty Sect next?"
"Please, Master... don't blame me for not being able to stay by your side to serve you for long."
"When I first arrived at the Misty Sect, Elder Jingwei took me in. At that time, I only thought about taking my master back from... Sister Xia, which is why I impulsively left. Because Ting'er didn't want to stay under my master's protection for the rest of her life, Ting'er wanted to become stronger and become someone who could help my master."
"At that time, Elder Jingwei was nearing the end of her life and was determined to pass on her lifelong alchemy skills. She originally preferred me to be her last disciple, but I always refused to call her master."
"Fortunately, Elder Jingwei didn't insist too much. As long as we agree to find a suitable successor for her after her passing, that's fine too. Senior Sister Suxuan has a lively personality, and even though she is exceptionally talented, it's difficult for her to fully master the true teachings in a short time. This is the only option we can do."
"In at most two years, Ting'er will be able to find a suitable female successor for her, and then she will never want to leave her master again..."
Da da da
As Qin Luo was lost in his memories, a soft sound of footsteps approached, bringing him back to his senses, and he turned around in surprise.
Footsteps were exceptionally clear on the silent mountaintop. Sikong Xiu approached like a sneaky cat, the hem of her pinkish-black skirt fluttering in the mountain breeze. She had intended to tiptoe over quietly, but instead bumped right into him, instinctively shrinking her head back.
"Why are you still here? The competition between the universities is over, why aren't you leaving? What are you doing here?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xiu stomped her feet in anger, but dared not be too presumptuous. She could only clutch her skirt and say pitifully:
"You! Have you forgotten that the restriction hasn't been lifted yet? Where can I go?"
She spoke through gritted teeth, but when she saw Qin Luo's deep, dark eyes and recalled his unfathomable strength, her voice suddenly weakened, like a wilted eggplant. She muttered helplessly:
"If it weren't for this restriction, who would want to see you two being all lovey-dovey here..."
Qin Luo looked at Sikong Xiu's flushed face and suddenly realized that he had indeed forgotten about the restriction. He lightly raised his fingertips, and a silver-white spiritual seal emerged from Sikong Xiu's forehead like a stream of light, drawing a cool arc in the air before being steadily returned to his palm.
"We're even now, let's go."
His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were just settling a trivial matter.
After processing her thoughts, Sikong Xiu let out a long sigh and quickly crushed the token in her hand. As her figure gradually became ethereal, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and she immediately stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily:
"Qin Luo! A lady wouldn't leave this grudge unavenged! Wait for me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Luo raised an eyebrow and chuckled:
"Oh? It seems you're dissatisfied with our previous deal?"
When her gaze met those deep, dark eyes, Sikong Xiu's arrogance instantly subsided. But when she thought that she would graduate from the Dream Sect after returning, and that the two of them would never cross paths again, she mustered her courage and straightened her back.
In her final moments as her form dissipated, she gritted her teeth and said to Qin Luo:
"I, Sikong Xiu, have never suffered such a loss in my life! What kind of look is that? Don't, don't think I'm afraid of you! Don't let me run into you again, or I'll make you pay!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sikong Xiu's figure vanished completely in the shimmering light.
The mountaintop returned to silence, with only a few withered leaves shaken off by spiritual energy swirling and falling, piling up at Qin Luo's feet to form mottled afterimages.
He chuckled softly, not taking those words to heart.
The wind swept the thin mist over the mountain ridge, and Qin Luo raised his hand to summon the token, gently pressing it into a certain spot in the void.
"It's time to go back; it's also time to undergo the soul tribulation!"
He muttered to himself, and the moment the token shattered in his palm, countless tiny streams of light enveloped him.
With his last glance before vanishing, this shattered land would finally disappear completely into the dust of the world as he departed.
......
One week later, on the ninth level of the Abyss Domain below the Lingyuan Gate.
In the thick, inky darkness, Qin Luo sat cross-legged in the void, the spiritual energy particles surrounding him gleaming with a dim light, like a black hole trapped in an invisible cage.
These terrifying powers, which could easily tear his meridians when he was in the Spirit Control Realm, could only obediently rise and fall with his long, deep breaths, outlining flowing bands of light around his body.
Within a radius of several thousand miles of Qinluo, a massive spiritual array unfolded like a curtain in the sky. The array patterns were interwoven with three kinds of energy: chaotic energy, primordial energy, and primordial energy, forming an impenetrable barrier in the void.
Amidst the ripples spreading across the surface of the spirit array, any divine sense that probes into it will be instantly pulverized as if falling into a quagmire, making it impossible to detect even the slightest trace of Qin Luo's presence within the array.
This makes this space seem like a small world independent of heaven and earth, where no matter how the outside world changes, the formation remains as quiet as ever.
Qin Luo exhaled a breath of stale air and opened the system panel.
First, he glanced at the dazzling array of opportunities offered, looking at the Starry Sky Heavenly Pivot Dharma Image that could be given to Xia Zihan, and the Grandmaster Alchemy Inheritance that could be given to Yi Ting...
Of all the items in the list, only these two caught his attention. Fortunately, through this mediation, Xia Zihan and Yi Ting's affection levels successfully broke through 300 and reached the 500 mark, unlocking their exclusive simulated ending.
However, there's no rush to give it away right now; the priority is to help the soul overcome its tribulation.
With a light tap of the fingertip, the panel appeared in the column of returned storage. Looking at the returned storage, apart from the two of them, Murong Liyue and Xia Zihan, who had become saints, the rest were all returned storage with decent multipliers for those below the saint realm.
After a moment's thought, Qin Luo hesitated for a moment, and finally, aside from the spiritual energy below the Saint Realm, he also brought up the return of Murong Liyue's 3000 times the value of a First-Rank Saint, which had broken through 280 Admiration Points.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
