His words seemed true and false, and Luo Jianqing slowly restrained his smile after hearing them.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, and Mo Qiu suddenly looked away, saying casually, "I was just kidding."
"I know." Luo Jianqing said, "If... that's the case, when we meet on the battlefield, I will kill you. But other than that, Mo Qiu will always be my good friend for life and death."
Mo Qiu's fingers on his knees gradually tightened. After a long moment, he suddenly threw half a piece of roasted meat into the fire and laughed heartily: "You don't believe me when I tell you the truth, and yet you insist on mocking me. I'm truly gifted. Mo Qiu has never killed anyone, haven't I told you that before? You also know that it's not easy for us demon cultivators. The more blood on our hands, the harder it will be to advance in the future."
Luo Jianqing nodded. "I know. I heard from my master before that the Demon Lord was trapped in the late Mahayana stage for thousands of years because he killed too many people in the past, and he couldn't advance. Master said that the Demon Lord might stop at the late Mahayana stage for his entire life. It's a good thing that you don't learn from him."
The smile on Mo Qiu's face suddenly froze, and then he said sarcastically: "Anyway, I am more talented than you."
Luo Jianqing squinted at him: "Yes, yes, you are two small realms higher than me, okay?"
Mo Qiu sarcastically said, "You're still not convinced? Who saved you this time?"
Luo Jianqing nodded speechlessly and said seriously, "It's you. Thank you, Daoist Fellow Mo, for saving my life!"
Mo Qiu waved his hand: "Forget it."
The two exchanged a few more words, and Luo Jianqing confirmed that his body was indeed fine. After confirming that the surrounding environment was completely safe, Luo Jianqing hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but tell Mo Qiu about the ninth-grade elixir.
Mo Qiu was also horrified when he heard about the ninth-grade elixir. However, after carefully listening to Luo Jianqing's detailed account of what had happened, he concluded that the ninth-grade elixir in the ring had probably recovered some of its strength. After all, it was a ninth-grade elixir equivalent to a human's Tribulation Crossing Stage. If it had truly recovered its full strength, neither of them would be able to crush the other with a single finger.
After discussing for a while, Luo Jianqing took out the magic weapon and Mo Qiu worked hard to set up a demon-trapping and soul-locking formation.
The two spent ten days setting up this complex, high-level formation. Luo Jianqing was merely a runner, while Mo Qiu, on the other hand, continuously recited the incantations and formulas, putting in considerable effort. When the formation was complete, the two rested for a moment, recovering their spiritual energy. Then, they exchanged a glance, and Luo Jianqing released the elixir from his storage ring.
The moment the pill came out of the ring, the elegant and lingering fragrance of the pill instantly spread.
Luo Jianqing whispered: "Lock it!"
Instantly, the formation erupted in a myriad of light. The elixir's fragrance was trapped within the Devil-Binding Soul-Locking Formation, preventing it from escaping. A small, green elixir hovered in the center of the formation, motionless and silent as if in deep sleep.
Mo Qiu looked up and down. Luo Jianqing stepped forward and said, "Senior, why do you have to hide?"
There was no response for a long time.
Luo Jianqing smiled again and said, "Since Senior doesn't respond, don't blame me for erasing your consciousness!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing began to fiddle with his fingers, as if preparing to perform a hand seal. However, the next moment, a helpless sigh suddenly rang out, and the illusory figure of a scholar flew out of the elixir. Its form was not as sleek as Luo Jianqing had seen it at first. It swayed and seemed on the verge of falling apart. It carried a simple guqin on its back and stared at Luo Jianqing with a complicated look.
Dan Yao didn't look at Mo Qiu standing beside him, but just looked at Luo Jianqing seriously.
This was also the first time that Luo Jianqing saw the true appearance of this ninth-grade elixir.
He was a refined and elegant scholar, not particularly handsome, but with soft, gentle, and clear features. His gaze was like a bowl of fragrant tea, clear and bright, exuding a lingering aroma. Gazing into his eyes, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt himself plunged into a strange state, becoming dazed.
But then Mo Qiu said sternly: "Luo Jianqing, wake up!"
Luo Jianqing was suddenly stunned and woke up suddenly.
Now, there was no need to say anything. Luo Jianqing directly took out the Frost Floating Sword from between his brows, looked at the scholar with a cold expression, and said, "Senior, I respect that you have a rare ninth-grade elixir, so I didn't wipe your consciousness immediately, but please don't go too far! The world's most precious treasures belong to those who are capable. Please don't blame me for my rudeness today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing drew his sword and rushed forward, ready to wipe out his consciousness before the elixir was fully restored.
Unexpectedly, the scholar said softly, "You are not him. You are not the one I am waiting for."
Luo Jianqing held the sword in his right hand and sneered, "I'm afraid you will never see that person again in this life."
Dan Yao didn't pay attention to the irony in Luo Jianqing's words, and suddenly said: "But you own his flower."
Luo Jianqing was stunned: "His flowers?"
Danyao nodded gently. He stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a delicate, small, blue lotus appeared in his palm. The blue lotus was elegant and simple, its petals quietly unfolding. Danyao said, "This is the flower."
Luo Jianqing exclaimed, "You mean... The Record of the Nine Lotuses' Heart?" Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Luo Jianqing recalled for a long time and asked, "Is the person you are waiting for related to The Record of the Nine Lotuses' Heart?"
Dan Yao smiled calmly and shook his head. "I don't remember who he was, but he was my master. I waited for him here for thousands of years. Before he left, he asked me to play the zither for him on the mountaintop, waiting for his victorious return. However, that day, he didn't come back, and the sky changed. Since then, I have never seen him again."
Luo Jianqing frowned in surprise: "Return victorious? Senior, I don't know what you mean..."
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