The cultivation method she practiced leaned towards coldness, which caused her temperament to involuntarily become icy.
Xi Wu was speechless for a moment.
Being protected by Lingxiao and then looking down on him is truly ungrateful.
"Those who criticize me are just petty people. Why should I associate with such petty people? A petty person is a petty person. Even if I am friendly to them, when I am in trouble, they will only kick me when I am down, instead of helping me in my time of need."
Shen Wangshu struggled to defend Lingxiao, who was indeed cold and heartless. Seeing the thoughtful expression in Xiwu's affectionate eyes, he continued slowly with a cold face, "A gentleman's friendship is as light as water. I would rather have a friend who is distant in daily life but lends me a helping hand than a friend who is hypocritical and treats me with a mask."
“Instead of wasting time,” she said casually, raising her chin, “it would be better to cultivate more.”
“What you said makes a lot of sense,” said Daoist Xiwu, stroking his smooth chin thoughtfully.
He tried to hold back, but couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. His eyes sparkled as he asked, "In Lingxiao's heart, am I considered a friend?"
Shen Wangshu looked at him meaningfully.
Rather than friends, they're more like... brothers in arms in a cannon fodder alliance!
Xi Wu felt a chill run down his spine when Shen Wangshu looked at him. If he weren't mindful of his image as a great cultivator, he would have definitely crossed his arms and trembled.
"I heard you're about to get engaged." Xi Wu had always been kind to Ling Xiao, and was one of the few fellow disciples who genuinely cared for her and was completely indifferent to her coldness.
Shen Wangshu thought of his fiancée, a faint cold glint flashing in her eyes, and said in an icy voice, "Too hasty, you don't think things through. You're already old." She swept her gaze over Xi Wu's handsome, elegant, and dashing young face, and said mercilessly through his twitching lips, "Wearing a youthful skin can't hide the fact that you're hundreds of years older than her."
"Wait for Lingxiao..."
"Observe her for a while longer, and take a closer look at her. If she truly loves you, it's not too late to marry her then."
Xi Wu stared blankly at Shen Wangshu.
Does this fellow Daoist mean... that he should postpone the marriage?
It also carries a hint of obstruction.
Xi Wu Daojun saw more from this subtle obstruction.
"Um...you don't have a crush on me, do you?" He could even see the hidden bitterness in Shen Wangshu's cold and indifferent face, the bitterness of "my lover is marrying someone else."
"What?" Shen Wangshu's usually stoic face was about to crack.
"Actually, there are plenty of fish in the sea... Although I am exceptionally handsome and inevitably attract admiration, I only ever think of you as my junior sister." Xi Wu carefully looked at Shen Wang Shu's hand.
He was very worried that the sect's most powerful female cultivator would become enraged and turn her love into hatred, cleaving him in two with a single sword strike.
"You're overthinking it." Shen Wangshu should probably thank this young man for not giving her a "nice guy" card on the spot.
However, Shen Daozun finally understood what it meant for good people to not be rewarded. She gave Xi Wu Daojun a deep look and saw this incomparably handsome young man looking at her pitifully. The way he looked, worried about hurting her but having no choice but to refuse her, made Shen Wangshu stop in her tracks. Suddenly, the sword light intensified, enveloping her completely in ice and frost, and she shot off into the distance.
Even though she left quickly, she still heard Xi Wu let out a soft sigh.
She finally understands what it means to have good intentions but not be rewarded.
However, Xi Wu is a smart man. After being reminded a couple of times, he probably won't be in a hurry to get engaged to that delicate young lady.
In this lifetime, Shen Wangshu will watch as that female cultivator grows closer to Yue Xizhi.
Perhaps this is the bond of childhood sweethearts. When Yue Xizhi encounters the demoness of the Demon Sect outside, who will she resent this time?
Of course, this doesn't refer to the indifferent Lingxiao Daozun.
Instead, she's his childhood sweetheart and junior sister.
Shen Wangshu's lips curled up slightly for a moment before he left Yue Xizhi and his women aside.
She was the most powerful cultivator in the sect, and thus, despite her aloofness and coldness, she could occupy an entire mountain peak as her cultivation ground. The cultivation location she chose was in the most remote corner of the sect, rarely visited by anyone. Moreover, this mountain peak had been imbued with an icy core by Lingxiao using immense magical power, and was perpetually surrounded by unmelting, frigid ice and snow. This ice and snow could even freeze the dantian of low-level cultivators, making the surrounding area a forbidden zone.
Lingxiao dislikes strangers, and her cultivation grounds are not attended to by ordinary disciples.
In the entire training ground, only Lingxiao endured the loneliness day after day, cultivating himself to become stronger.
Because she knew that only by becoming stronger could she protect this sect.
Standing on the clouds, Shen Wangshu looked down and saw that the mountain peak, surrounded by ice and snow and a sea of clouds, was silent and empty except for the biting cold of the wind and snow.
She stretched out her hand, which transformed into an ice mirror, reflecting her appearance in this life.
This was an extremely beautiful face, but seemingly due to centuries of cold, that lightly made-up and plain face had no expression whatsoever, as cold and hard as ice and snow.
She had light brown eyes, which appeared even more translucent against the backdrop of the snow and ice.
This elegant and aloof woman seemed to blend into the pure white surroundings.
Shen Wangshu let the ice mirror shatter into ice dust in his hands, and looked with indifferent eyes at his future residence, which might be hundreds or thousands of years from now.
Of course, she wouldn't forgive those fellow disciples who received Lingxiao's protection but ultimately abandoned her. She wanted to see, even more so, the interesting expressions on their faces when Lingxiao ruthlessly abandoned them first and left the sect, when they, who once held sway over the cultivation world because of Lingxiao, were now utterly defeated. Shen Wangshu thought for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her usually aloof face.
She subconsciously extended her divine sense to survey her own dojo, but let out a soft exclamation.
Something seemed to flash swiftly across the snow-white ice peak, leaving behind a trail of bloodstains.
She narrowed her eyes, casually reached out and grabbed the white ball, only to feel a furry sensation fall into her hand in the blink of an eye.
A fluffy, white ball of fur, curled up and held by its tail, was being dangled in mid-air and swayed, looking completely dazed.
"A fox?" Shen Wangshu shook the fluffy ball of fur and asked in surprise.
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