Luo Jianqing was walking on the path of Qinglan Peak, and the words of Venerable Yuqingzi seemed to ring in his ears again.
"Everyone says that I dote on Xin'er to the heavens, but it seems to me that Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi cares more about you."
People say that those involved are often confused. Now, thinking carefully, Luo Jianqing remembered that although that person had not cared for him or expressed any concern, every time he returned to Yuxiao Peak after going down the mountain for adventure, he would see him. As long as he returned, that person would not be in seclusion and would always be waiting for him at the peak.
Countless complicated emotions condensed in his heart, making Luo Jianqing's face gradually heavy. He also began to regret why he had forced that person so much and pushed that person to the edge of the cliff.
He knew full well that his master was a man of the utmost respect for etiquette. Venerable Xuan Lingzi of Mount Taihua, though aloof and high above, had been driven to the point that day by him, unable to utter a single word. His face was pale, and he looked as fragile as if he were about to drown.
He had released his resentment at that moment, and for a moment, he even wondered what that person would feel if they returned and saw his body. Would they regret it? Would they blame themselves? Would they despair? He desperately wanted to shatter the cold and indifferent mask that person had maintained for centuries, so he tried hard to hide his injuries, not letting them notice.
However, Luo Jianqing didn't know that Xuan Lingzi was already in a state of confusion and panic at that time, so there was no way he could notice his injuries.
From Venerable Yuqingzi's words, Luo Jianqing received the answer he sought. The man who had carried him to Qinglan Peak was so frightened that he felt like he would fall at any second. He had lost his mind and kept begging Venerable Yuqingzi to save his life, even considering forcing his spirit into his body to heal his injuries.
Venerable Yuqingzi said, "In over three hundred years, I have never seen you look so frightened."
However, after making sure that everything was stable, that person left immediately and even went into seclusion.
At this time, Luo Jianqing had returned to the top of Yuxiao Peak and stood in front of the man's bamboo house, not saying a word for a long time.
After a long while, Luo Jianqing said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Master."
There was no echo in the room.
Luo Jianqing reached out to enter, but was blocked by a golden barrier. Luo Jianqing said, "Master, since you have given so much for me, why are you hiding in this room now and refusing to come out and see me?"
The only answer to Luo Jianqing was silent silence.
Luo Jianqing did not give up and said, "If you are unwilling to come out to see me, I will kneel outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing lifted his robe and knelt down. He straightened his back, his eyes fixed on the closed door.
The sun was scorching and the rain was pouring.
For a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, kneeling here for ten years wouldn't be a problem, but Luo Jianqing knelt for a full month, and the door showed no signs of opening. After all, he had just been seriously injured. On the fortieth day, Luo Jianqing suddenly fainted.
However, when he woke up, the door was still closed, giving him a cold rejection.
At this moment, Luo Jianqing suddenly smiled. He staggered to his feet and said, "Although you refuse to see me, I will continue to wait. Wuyin, I will go into seclusion to consolidate my cultivation. After I enter the Divine Transformation stage, will you still treat me like this?"
The room was still silent.
Luo Jianqing's eyes were burning, as if he could see the people inside through the barrier. He looked for a long time, then finally flicked his robe and left his last words.
"Luo Jianqing, my feelings towards Wuyin are definitely not those of a master and a disciple. Master... I am attracted to you."
After he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing went into his bamboo house and began to practice in seclusion.
The sound continued to echo on the deserted top of Yuxiao Peak, causing the bamboo leaves to sway gently.
Inside one bamboo hut, Xuan Lingzi's face was pale, his eyes tightly shut, as if he was trying to control his turbulent state of mind. Meanwhile, in another bamboo hut, Luo Jianqing sat cross-legged in meditation, beginning his cultivation. Only he knew that he had achieved a natal infant at the age of forty, a full sixteen years earlier than Xuan Lingzi.
Then when will he be able to enter the stage of transformation into a god?
What will the scene be like then?
He and that person have laid everything out and explained it to each other, but that person refuses to cross the line of incest between master and disciple. So there is only one way left for Luo Jianqing: use strength to force that person out!
When Luo Jianqing was making hand gestures and preparing to cultivate his soul, he saw a thick book suddenly fall down and land on the floor of the bamboo house.
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