Luo Jianqing could say a lot of things through the door, but when he saw this person, he actually felt a little scared.
The decades of master-disciple relationship made Luo Jianqing feel fearful. His fingers trembled, and he didn't know what to say. But Xuan Lingzi suddenly grabbed his hand! Luo Jianqing froze.
Xuan Lingzi said: "Are you really not injured?"
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's just a minor injury, it's all fine now."
Luo Jianqing wasn't lying. Initially, he'd completely dominated Bai Qi's fight, emerging unscathed. Later, during his duel with Yun Rong, he sustained minor injuries, including a half-inch puncture wound to his chest near his heart. His most serious injuries were probably from his duel with Yan Su, though that wasn't entirely due to Yan Su. He'd also sustained some injuries the first time he used the "Lotus Blossom Sword," receiving a powerful recoil from the sword move.
With the presence of Venerable Yuqingzi, this injury has basically healed. It only takes a few days of recuperation to fully recover.
However, Xuan Lingzi frowned, put his two fingers together, and pressed them against Luo Jianqing's palm. The next moment, Luo Jianqing felt his body cool down, and a mysterious force penetrated from the Shaofu acupoint in his palm, slowly flowing through his body along the meridians.
This power was controlled with extreme precision, making Luo Jianqing feel refreshed without harming him in the slightest. After the power traveled through Luo Jianqing's meridians, it was suddenly withdrawn from the Shaofu acupoint.
Xuan Lingzi's expression remained as indifferent as ever, but if one looked closely, one would notice that his previously furrowed brow had finally relaxed. He said, "Regardless of whether a possession is successful or not, it will always harm the soul. This is especially true when a demonic cultivator takes over a body. If the possession is successful, the original owner's soul will inevitably be shattered. It's an extremely sinister method."
Only then did Luo Jianqing understand what Xuan Lingzi was talking about. He thought about it and realized that the reason this person came out was probably because he learned that he was almost possessed by someone and felt anxious.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing's heart softened slightly, and the slight fear that had been weighing on his heart instantly dissipated.
After probing his disciple's body, Xuan Lingzi naturally wanted to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, Luo Jianqing grabbed his hand instead. Xuan Lingzi was stunned. He looked at his disciple in surprise. Against the backdrop of the emerald bamboo forest, the young man's handsome face was full of smiles, and his bright eyes were even more curved in a smile, looking straight at him.
Luo Jianqing deliberately stretched out his voice and said, "Master, you promised me that once I truly defeat all those who come to provoke me, you will teach me something that I have pondered for a long time but still can't figure out."
Xuan Lingzi's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly: "When did the master promise you?"
Luo Jianqing's voice was even colder than his: "But you didn't deny it!"
Xuan Lingzi: “…”
In the past forty years, Xuan Lingzi had never experienced as much conflict as he had in the past two years. In the past, his disciple was well-behaved and obedient, diligently cultivating, and he never had to worry about him. But in recent years... The tips of his ears turned slightly red. Xuan Lingzi shook his sleeves vigorously, turned around, and shook off Luo Jianqing's hand.
Luo Jianqing was stunned at first, then walked to the opposite side of Xuan Lingzi and looked up at him.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned around again. Luo Jianqing started walking again. This cycle repeated five times. Xuan Lingzi, enraged, swung his sleeves and sent Luo Jianqing flying three meters away, saying, "When did you become so... so shameless?"
Luo Jianqing tiptoed to the ground and came to Xuan Lingzi's side again. He did not answer Xuan Lingzi's words, but just looked at him with a smile in his eyes. Xuan Lingzi's icy face that had never changed for ten thousand years gradually became unbearable and turned away again.
This time, as Xuan Lingzi turned around, Luo Jianqing suddenly spoke: "Wuyin, you said that you wanted me to give you some time."
Xuan Lingzi suddenly clenched his fingers hidden under his sleeves and did not answer.
Luo Jianqing didn't care. He lowered his head, raised the corner of his lips, and whispered, "Today I encountered a cultivator who is very skilled in illusion. He led me to a fantasy world. In that fantasy world, you said I had brought shame upon Yuxiao Peak, that you no longer wanted me as your disciple, that you wanted to kill me, and then... your sword pierced my chest."
Luo Jianqing kept his head down as he spoke, unaware that with every word he uttered, beads of sweat fell from Xuan Lingzi's forehead. His body trembled slightly, and his palms beneath his sleeves were covered in bloody marks from pinching himself, which quickly healed and then continued to break.
The surging spiritual power continued to surge in Xuan Lingzi's body, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Luo Jianqing continued, "At that time, I let go of my sword. I thought, since you want me to die, then even if I die, it doesn't matter. I live in this world without a father or a mother, and you are the only one left. If you don't want me either, then... what's the point of me living?"
"Jianqing..." A rough and hoarse voice sounded softly, as if it was being ground on sandpaper.
Luo Jianqing didn't care and continued, "In my life, I envy the lives of demon cultivators the most. They live so freely and unrestrainedly, doing whatever they want. Even if they are demon cultivators who kill innocent people, at least they don't have to be labeled as a righteous disciple for eternity like me, unable to even express a single word of admiration to the person I love. Wuyin, I once thought about betraying my master..."
Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed, and they were almost infected by the blood-red color: "Jianqing!"
Luo Jianqing smiled and said, "But I can't bear to leave. At least... I am still your disciple. When others talk about me, they might mention my name and yours together. Wouldn't it be closer this way..."
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