Since that day, Xuan Lingzi has been in seclusion to recuperate his spirit.
Qingjun also remained in its elixir form, quietly staying in Luo Jianqing's storage ring. Fortunately, before falling asleep, it had told Luo Jianqing that it had consumed too much of its elixir energy in healing and needed a long time to regulate its breathing. Otherwise, Luo Jianqing would have been really worried about whether something had happened to it.
All of a sudden, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were the only ones left in the huge Yuxiao Peak.
During this time, to vent his frustration, Luo Jianqing practiced swordplay non-stop. It wasn't until Venerable Hao Xingzi arrived at Yuxiao Peak to inform him of the sect competition that Luo Jianqing finally woke up from his immersive swordplay.
The day before the sect competition, Zuo Yunmo personally came to the foot of Yuxiao Peak and explained to Luo Jianqing the relevant matters of this time.
Still dressed in a light yellow Taoist robe, Zuo Yunmo wore a Qingyun Sword tied around his waist. His voice was very gentle, and his smile was as warm and elegant as Luo Jianqing remembered. "As in previous years, this time it's up to you, Senior Brother, to choose whether to watch the competition between the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples. However, among the younger generation of Taihua Mountain, you are the only one who has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, so you don't need to participate in the competition among our Golden Core disciples."
Luo Jianqing nodded slightly and said, "Junior brother, I told you last time that you had achieved a breakthrough. I wanted to spar with you. When will you be free?"
A faint hint of darkness flashed across Zuo Yunmo's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said with a smile, "Why don't we wait until Junior Brother breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage? Only then will we be able to spar with him."
Luo Jianqing was surprised and asked, "Are you sure?"
Zuo Yunmo smiled and said, "Within a year, it should be possible to reach the late Jindan stage."
Luo Jianqing congratulated Zuo Yunmo again, and Zuo Yunmo was about to resign. Before leaving, he suddenly asked casually, "Is that fellow Daoist Mo the one who shared life and death with my senior brother in Flowing Flame Valley for three years?"
Luo Jianqing smiled and said, "Yes."
Zuo Yunmo smiled and nodded, without asking any further questions, he turned and left.
Luo Jianqing turned around and saw Mo Qiu, dressed in red. Mo Qiu seemed to particularly enjoy wearing red. Among all the cultivators Luo Jianqing had met, except for his junior sister, no one else wore red all the time. However, the color red perfectly complemented Mo Qiu's beautiful face.
Mo Qiu snorted lightly and said unhappily, "Your younger generation in Taihua Mountain is a bit declining."
Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment, then continued, "Over a hundred years ago, during the great war between the human and demon races, our Taihua Mountain sent many elite warriors. Almost all of my previous generation of disciples died in that war. After all, Taihua Mountain is the leader of the three thousand sects, so it should have contributed the most."
Mo Qiu, however, remained silent for a long time before he said, "Your junior brother just now only had a first-grade upper-grade root bone. It's not bad that he could reach the late stage of the Golden Core before the age of sixty."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing naturally understood that Mo Qiu was actually praising the disciples of Taihua Mountain. Whether they were Taoists or demonic cultivators, everyone shared a common hatred for the demon race. Taihua Mountain had sacrificed almost the lives of a generation of disciples for the human race, and they were truly worthy of admiration.
Luo Jianqing said, "Although Second Junior Brother's physique is the worst among the seven of us, he is very hardworking. Just like you, your physique is of the lower grade, yet you were able to reach the late Nascent Soul stage before the age of sixty. You have already surpassed Yan Su from the Broken Soul Sect. Mo Qiu, do you think physique is that important?"
Mo Qiu raised her red lips: "Yes, I like your idea."
Luo Jianqing said speechlessly: "What do I want you to like?"
Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I can save your life again someday?"
Luo Jianqing said expressionlessly: "Can you not curse me into a life-or-death situation?"
Mo Qiu laughed out loud.
On the second day, Luo Jianqing saluted Xuan Lingzi in front of the bamboo house and explained that he was going to participate in the sect competition.
This time, the bamboo house was once again filled with silence for a long time. But after a moment, a low, cold voice rang out: "You have reached the Nascent Soul stage, so naturally you should set your sights on the world. The four sects and eight great families have come with ill intentions. The leader, Yan Su, is also in the early Nascent Soul stage, but his realm is more stable than yours. Jianqing, you must be more careful."
Luo Jianqing was stunned by all these words. A soft warmth spread through his heart, as if something had changed. Luo Jianqing said, "Master... this time, will you not tell me not to bring shame to Yuxiao Peak?"
The bamboo house was completely silent. Luo Jianqing asked again, "Is there really no need to talk about this?"
Still no response, Luo Jianqing sighed with pretended regret, then said with a smile: "Master, if I bring shame to Yuxiao Peak, you can't say anything to me when I come back. This is something you didn't say yourself, so I..."
"Luo Jianqing, don't bring shame to Yuxiao Peak!"
This voice, mixed with spiritual power, went straight into Luo Jianqing's ears. The tone was full of anger, but it did not hurt him.
Luo Jianqing couldn't help but laugh. The resentment that had been pent up in his heart for days finally dissipated a little. He said, "Okay, Master, then I'll go fight for Yuxiao Peak's reputation. I just don't know if there will be any reward if I win it. For example, can you open a door? There's no need to open the back door for now, just open this front door and cough cough..."
A burst of sword energy suddenly rushed out, knocking Luo Jianqing away. Luo Jianqing landed steadily on the ground, uninjured.
"What nonsense!"
Luo Jianqing chuckled softly, then walked back to the bamboo hut and whispered something. Not long after, he turned and left, calling Mo Qiu, who was sitting in the stone pavilion, and the two of them went down the mountain together. Along the way, Mo Qiu's face darkened. As soon as they left Yuxiao Peak, he asked directly, "What were you secretly talking to your master about just now?"
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