Lu Qingli chuckled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Alright, alright, don't be so nervous. I'm not going to tell on you. In fact, I guessed it a long time ago."
"Just kidding." Lu Qingli jumped off the mecha and patted his shoulder. "But next time, don't have so much fun alone. Remember to bring Senior Sister with you to the Spirit Realm battlefield."
Xiang Fan was as if he had been pardoned, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, whatever Senior Sister says is fine!"
Seeing the tension on his face finally relax, Lu Qingli nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "By the way, little brother, don't think you can hide your secret just by moving to a new place. You know, Senior Sister is very smart."
Xiang Fan: “…”
He watched Lu Qingli's back as she left gracefully, and sighed silently in his heart.
It’s over. Life will be difficult from now on.
Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and the Lingxiao Sect's fifth generation disciples' cultivation course came to an end.
The sect's rules were clear: any disciple who successfully established their foundation within five years could be promoted to a fourth-generation disciple and continue their studies within the sect. Those who failed to establish their foundation were required to leave the sect and fend for themselves.
Xiang Fan stood at the entrance of his courtyard, looking at the cultivation roster released by the Lingxiao Sect. His name was clearly written on it, but the word "promotion" was nowhere to be found. He felt his Qi Sea, and found it was still stuck at the ninth level of Qi training, with no sign of a breakthrough.
He sighed helplessly, shook his head and laughed at himself: "Sure enough, I am still not suitable for cultivating immortals."
Xiang Suzheng, squatting nearby repairing a dilapidated spiritual energy furnace, overheard his son mumbling and casually remarked, "Whether you cultivate immortality or not isn't that important. Didn't your father also not establish his foundation? We still live the same life, don't we? Just live well and be able to support yourself."
Xiang Fan felt a warm sensation in his heart as he looked at his father's calloused hands. He knew his father was trying to comfort him, and although his words were casual, the care they contained was genuine.
Without saying anything else, he returned to his room, opened the psychic network, and began to seriously look for a new way out.
After countless job opportunities, he finally settled on a psychic research institute far from Yunxuan Star. The salary was average, and the workload was quite demanding, but most importantly—there was no requirement for cultivation qualifications; simply being familiar with psychic techniques would suffice.
For Xiang Fan, this was an opportunity tailor-made for him.
A few days later, Xiang Fan stood in front of the sect's mountain gate with a not-too-heavy bag beside him, which contained all his belongings.
In the distance, a silver-white starship was suspended in the sky, its psychic shield slowly opening, waiting for the passengers to board.
Lu Qingli stood quietly beside him, her eyes lingering on his face for a moment before she suddenly spoke softly, "Junior brother, remember to contact me when you get to the new place. Don't disappear again."
Xiang Fan smiled and patted his chest to assure, "I know, I know. Don't worry, Senior Sister, I will definitely not forget."
"Hmph, you dare." Lu Qingli snorted softly, then smiled slightly, raised her hand to adjust his collar, and softened her tone a little, "Well, I wish you a safe journey."
Xiang Fan felt her fingertips brushing his collar lightly, and was slightly startled, then revealed a relaxed smile: "Thank you, Senior Sister."
Lu Qingli nodded without saying anything else. Xiang Fan did not delay any further and turned to walk towards the starship.
Before boarding the ship, he looked back one last time——
Lu Qingli was still standing there, the wind blowing her hair, her eyes were gentle yet with a hint of imperceptible complexity.
Xiang Fan blinked, waved at her, and showed a slightly naughty smile: "Senior Sister, don't miss me too much."
Lu Qingli was stunned for a moment, then laughed and waved her hand gently: "Let's go."
Xiang Fan turned around and stepped into the starship's door. The hatch slowly closed behind him. The starship's psychic engine roared and turned into a stream of light rushing towards the starry sky.
The starship travels through the vast space. Outside the porthole is a brilliant sea of stars, and strange planets are shining with faint light.
Xiang Fan leaned back in his chair, looking out the window at the depths of the universe, feeling somewhat emotional.
"Finally, I'm going to start a new life..." He murmured softly, with a hint of relief and anticipation on his lips, "I hope I can buy osmanthus cake in the restaurant over there."
He stroked his chin and began to think about the future.
Whether it's cultivating immortality or working, as long as he can live a stable life, it's enough for him.
As for those secrets, such as the identity of "Zero"? Xiang Fan thought about it, chuckled and shook his head.
"Let it remain a secret."
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