Under the scorching sun, Mu Ruorong's pretty face was completely devoid of smiles. She looked at Fellow Daoist Li coldly and spoke word by word, "Fellow Daoist Li, I admire Mount Taihua, but I am not afraid of it!"
This sentence made Li Xiuchen stiffen all over. At this time, Mu Ruorong had already walked ten meters away.
Li Xiuchen clenched his fingers and shouted unwillingly: "Miss Mu, I am Li Xiuchen, an inner disciple of Haoming Peak in Taihua Mountain. If you have time and pass by Taihua Mountain, you can come to me to reminisce about the past!" As long as they can meet, they can cultivate feelings, and maybe even create another opportunity!
Li Xiuchen had no idea that his problem wasn't a lack of opportunities; it was that Mu Ruorong simply disliked him. But after hearing his words, Mu Ruorong suddenly paused and replied, "Okay, thank you, Fellow Daoist Li, for your concern."
Li Xiuchen grumbled smugly, "Hey, she still has a soft spot for me. That's right, even though we didn't have any intimate contact, I did save her twice. Well, don't rush it, there will be opportunities later."
Luo Jianqing was also surprised to see this scene. He had thought Mu Ruorong already hated Li Xiuchen to the core, so why would she accept his invitation? Could it be that... the plot of that book was so difficult to go against? Oh no, I have to pay attention to my junior sister's situation. I can't let her fall into the fire pit again!
Three days later, Li Xiuchen climbed through the ranks, slaying fourth-rank monsters and obtaining many valuable items. He even encountered two fifth-rank monsters once, but fortunately, he had the magic weapon bestowed upon him by the Venerable Guanglingzi, and he was able to escape danger time and time again.
Luo Jianqing calculated the time and prepared himself for the top battle.
At this moment, Mu Ruorong also arrived at the Thirty-Nine Town and began to adjust and rest. She returned to the inn and sat down to eat, but she didn't touch the food with her chopsticks. Instead, she looked at the food and slowly became fascinated.
“I have to cherish myself.”
"I want to improve my cultivation so that fate can no longer control me."
"I want to repay the favor of saving my life. I want to... see that senior again!"
"He seems to know a lot about Li Xiuchen, and he also seems to know that Li Xiuchen. Li Xiuchen is an inner sect disciple of Mount Taihua, so maybe... maybe he is also from Mount Taihua! Through that Li Xiuchen, I might be able to enter Mount Taihua, and maybe... I can see him again!"
Thinking of this, a trace of anticipation and shyness flashed across Mu Ruorong's beautiful face. This female cultivator who had fought in Wanshou Ridge for many years rarely showed a look of excitement, which made her face even more breathtakingly beautiful.
At this moment, in Wanshou Ridge, Luo Jianqing: "Ahem? Why did you suddenly choke?"
Li Xiuchen, whose head suddenly turned green, screamed as he was chased by the monster and continued to run forward.
Luo Jianqing looked at Li Xiuchen, who was being chased by a fourth-level monster, with disdain. Then, looking at the several magical weapons in his hands, he couldn't help but complain. However, at this moment, a strong wind blew over, and the sky suddenly became dark!
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide and quickly ran towards Li Xiuchen. Just when he was not far from Li Xiuchen, the wind suddenly blew Li Xiuchen away, and accidentally took Luo Jianqing with him!
This gust of wind was incredibly powerful. Of all the winds Luo Jianqing had ever witnessed, only the gale from the ninth floor of Flowing Flame Valley was stronger. Slowly, Luo Jianqing was overcome by the immense spiritual power contained within the wind, and passed out. When he awoke, he heard only a sharp laugh: "Hahahaha, Qingjun, today is the weakest you've been in a hundred years. I will absolutely transform you back into your original pill form and devour you!"
The strong wind blew violently, causing the leaves in the mountains and forests to swirl wildly.
Luo Jianqing was still dazed and half awake when he heard the melodious, clear sound of a zither. After a moment, the music slowly died down. A refined, low, and pleasant male voice echoed with a calm and composed demeanor, "What is a transformation? What is your original form? Jinyang Tianshou Jiao, you are not the one I'm waiting for. Why are you so greedy and trying to take what doesn't belong to you?"
"Shut up! Qingjun, today I must swallow this pill of yours!"
"In that case, I will continue for now."
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