"So this is a Nascent Soul cultivator..." Li Yiru's face turned pale as she watched Wen Huaiyu's attack in the formation.
"Xiao Ye, you have to practice hard. It may be slower than others, but at least you can form a fetus." Tiancun thought she was shocked by the powerful spiritual power and comforted her.
Even if Fang couldn't advance to the Nascent Soul stage on his own, she, Meng Qingzhou, could still find a Nascent Soul Pill for her disciple.
However, if that were the case, the cultivator's cultivation would remain at the Nascent Soul stage forever, and there would be no possibility for him to cross the tribulation and attain enlightenment and become a god.
Li Yirou smiled at her gratefully, with a complex look in her eyes, perhaps because she was too moved and too shocked.
"Don't be afraid of this." She patted her apprentice's shoulder.
The child was now taller than her and no longer looked like the young boy he was when they first met, but his temperament was still as gentle as jade.
What surprised her most was that she and Chuan'er gradually became close, which was really rare.
Whatever, I have another disciple anyway, so I'll just let him live a simple life...
Only then did Meng Qingzhou realize that she was not only afraid of the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul cultivators, but also envious.
How could her apprentice be so timid and cowardly? Thinking of this, Meng Qingzhou showed a satisfied smile on her face.
She put away the formation, and Wen Huaiyu knew that he could not hurt her at all. His spiritual energy was also greatly consumed, so he could only look at her with hatred and anger.
Those eyes had some of the appearance of an old friend, but not the spirit.
Back then, when the three of them traveled together, they were almost unmatched even when they entered the secret realm.
Wen Huaiyu is still a little weak.
"Meng Qingzhou, do you have any regrets or sadness?" The male cultivator in front of her suddenly asked, and this one sentence almost shook her mind.
"I don't regret it." After she said that, she pulled Fang and disappeared into the Goddess Temple.
The statue was as compassionate as ever. Wen Huaiyu couldn't help but move two steps towards where she disappeared. Finally, he stopped and looked quietly in the direction of Wuji Palace.
"The Bloodline Soul-Guiding Lamp now belongs to you." Meng Qingzhou took her back to the sect in the blink of an eye.
I tried again just now, and the child was indeed gone. There was no need to look for him anymore.
After the young disciple appeared, he stood beside her, took the blood lamp and put it away.
"Master, are you okay..." Li Yirou supported her and felt the disorder and trembling of her spiritual power.
"Don't worry, I just suffered some backlash. You must not use too much spiritual power." She showed a weakness that should not belong to a Nascent Soul cultivator. Looking at the concerned expression of her little disciple, she felt comforted in her heart.
"Master, please don't see him again. I will keep the blood lamp safe."
"Silly child." Meng Qingzhou thought she had misunderstood and believed that she was using the blood lamp to find Wen Huaiyu, but she didn't say anything more.
Li Yiru sent her back to the house and told her to have a good rest. The moment she left the house, her eyes instantly became dim.
Returning to her room, she took a few deep breaths and drank a sip of calming tea to dispel some of her anxiety.
Does she have to live like this every day? Can she really concentrate on practicing well?
She always thought that Meng Qingzhou's words had other meanings; she thought that he was going to attack her with any normal action.
Li Yirou held Taxue in her arms, and the kitten sensed her depression and obediently let her touch it.
Not long after, a spiritual probe discovered that there was someone in the room, and then Situ Chuan appeared again.
He didn't say much, but prepared a cushion for meditation and didn't forget to bring one for her.
It is more advanced than the one issued to inner disciples by Wuji Palace. It is embedded with chalcedony in the middle and forms a spirit gathering formation.
Chalcedony can absorb spiritual energy on its own and is very expensive, especially hers, which is made up of five pieces of five-element chalcedony.
"Brother, I can't do this..."
"Stop talking nonsense and practice well." After saying that, he closed his eyes and ignored her.
"I want to sleep, not practice. Brother, please go back first..." Li Yirou was interrupted before she could finish her words.
"Sleeping once a month is enough for building the foundation. If you don't practice seriously, the assistant instructor has the right to punish you 30 times." A ruler appeared in his hand, and he asked her to stretch out her hand seriously, without sounding like a joke.
"Then after the fight..."
"Continue meditating after the fight."
Taxue sniffed Situ Chuan, probably feeling no threat, and turned around and left with a few spirit beasts.
"What is this spirit beast?" Not really wanting to teach her a lesson, Situ Chuan looked at Taxue and changed the subject.
"I don't know either." Li Yirou said, not wanting to pay any more attention to him, and began to meditate with her eyes closed.
When I saw Li Xifeng the next day, her cultivation level was no longer advancing at such an exaggerated pace. It seemed to have stabilized, just like a normal cultivator.
Congratulations to the master’s ancestors for coming again, but Ji Shiyan’s master only asked someone to send gifts and did not show up.
She had just finished her work. Her emotions had been fluctuating wildly in recent days, making her mentally exhausted again. The petals in her mind were about to fall off.
"Are you so tired?" He reached out and patted her head. Good job, she didn't dodge.
Li Yirou leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.
When she woke up, she was covered with a thin blanket and Situ Chuan was looking at her solemnly from across from her.
Li Yiru was frightened by the pair of slightly evil eyes staring at her silently.
"I will really practice hard." She pinched her eyebrows impatiently.
Situ Chuan climbed up the pole and said, "We can practice together. You can even fall asleep next to me, and you don't resist me that much."
"So you plan to live with me? Situ Chuan, do you know that you are the one who will suffer?" She threw the quilt to him, "Wouldn't it be better to follow the path arranged by your family and go on smoothly?
Is it because you've been living a smooth life for too long and you want to experience some hardship in life?"
"Do you know how long it would take a casual cultivator or an ordinary inner sect disciple to save up spirit stones to be able to afford the cushion you use?"
"After enjoying the family's preferential treatment and growing strong, you want to throw it away and pursue your own interests. But is it that easy?"
Li Yirou was rarely aggressive, and her series of questions made him feel suffocated in the chest.
"What? Do you think it's okay to kill first and ask for permission later? Won't you feel bad if I don't kill you and get rid of me instead?" She pinched his chin, her momentum tougher than ever before.
"By then, you will be a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the family will... agree." He looked up at her. Why was she so scary when she was angry? She was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but she actually made him feel a little scared.
Maybe I really like her, so I'm afraid of her getting angry.
As he explained this, he lacked confidence and his tone became less firm.
He wasn't sure what the patriarch meant.
"Each Nascent Soul is different." Li Yirou let go of him, "Don't mess with me, I won't be able to play with you."
"Did I provoke you?" He took her hand, which she wanted to take back, and looked at her expectantly.
"When I find Ji Shiyan's reincarnated soul, if you don't mind, you can be my husband."
What an insult this is to a single spiritual root Jindan cultivator.
Forget about being a legitimate husband, but a maid?! How dare she!
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