The two of them just stared at each other, and Mo Qiu suddenly burst into laughter, saying sarcastically, "You believe everything I say? Luo Jianqing from Taihua Mountain, you're too naive. Alright, alright, I have to hurry back to the Demonic Palace. If I'm late, my master will be worried. I'm a genius, and I can increase my cultivation in just a quarter of an hour!"
Luo Jianqing was completely speechless. He resisted the urge to draw out the Frost Floating Sword and strike someone again, and watched Mo Qiu leave.
After Mo Qiu walked away, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but smile and said, "Be careful on the road, okay?"
Mo Qiu didn't look back, just waved his hand.
Luo Jianqing watched Mo Qiu disappear into the jungle before turning back to Xuan Lingzi. Before he could even speak, Xuan Lingzi grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms.
Luo Jianqing was stunned, but then he heard a cold voice ringing in his ears: "Jianqing, that person just now... is he your friend?"
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned and said, "Yes, Master, didn't I tell you that Mo Qiu and I met in Liuyan Valley and have been through life and death together many times. He is my life and death friend and has saved me many times. Although he is a demon cultivator, Master, he said he has never killed anyone, and I believe him."
As he spoke, Luo Jianqing raised his head and looked at his master seriously, as if he was worried that Xuan Lingzi would attack Mo Qiu because of Mo Qiu's identity as a demon cultivator.
However, Xuan Lingzi just looked at him seriously, his clear and deep eyes like stars. After staring for a long time, Xuan Lingzi hugged his waist tightly and said softly, "Okay, that person is your lifelong friend. You have only been practicing for fifty years, so it is very rare to find a trustworthy lifelong friend. I see that person is very similar to your junior sister. If possible, you can introduce them to each other."
Luo Jianqing: "..."
After a long while, Luo Jianqing finally reacted: "You want me to...match Mo Qiu and Junior Sister?!"
Xuan Lingzi nodded slightly.
Luo Jianqing was speechless and said, "Master, how are Mo Qiu and Junior Sister alike?"
Xuan Lingzi thought seriously for a while and said, "They all like to wear red clothes."
Luo Jianqing: "..."
She looks like me in red clothes?! How many people in this world look like me?
The master and disciple continued to head south. Along the way, Luo Jianqing saw many demon cultivators. These demon cultivators felt the pressure from Xuan Lingzi and kept a distance, wishing they could escape immediately.
Luo Jianqing thought of something: "Master, are you not on good terms with that Demon Lord?"
Xuan Lingzi said calmly: "If there is a chance, this master will definitely kill the Demon Lord."
Luo Jianqing was puzzled. He knew his master and the Demon Lord had fought side by side on the battlefield, and had even jointly represented the human race in signing a peace treaty with the demons. How could their relationship be so bad?
As if hearing Luo Jianqing's inner voice, Xuan Lingzi explained, "Taoism and demonic cultivation have always been incompatible. Jianqing, Master wants to kill the Demon Lord, and so does the Demon Lord. Now that Master has broken the agreement, the peace between the two races may not last long. Therefore, Master cannot kill the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord cannot kill Master."
Luo Jianqing said clearly: "With a powerful enemy at hand, we cannot lose our composure."
Xuan Lingzi nodded slightly. After a moment, he looked up at the intricate sunset glow on the horizon. The halo was dense and everything was immersed in it, as if infected by the endless brilliant colors and covered with a layer of yellow veil.
Xuan Lingzi's indifferent voice was soft and cold, slowly drifting into Luo Jianqing's ears: "The Demon Lord only has three hundred years left to live, and no one knows when he will achieve a breakthrough to the Divine Transformation Realm. Jianqing, you and Mo Qianqiu are the demon race's greatest targets. You have a chance to achieve Divine Transformation in two hundred years, and Mo Qianqiu has a chance to become the first demon cultivator to achieve Divine Transformation in history. Do you understand... how great a danger this is?"
After hearing this, Luo Jianqing's expression darkened and he didn't respond.
Xuan Lingzi looked down at him, reaching out to brush away a strand of hair from his forehead. "But you don't have to be afraid. From now on, your master will never leave you."
Luo Jianqing laughed when he heard this: "Who told you that I'm scared?"
Xuan Lingzi was stunned. Luo Jianqing smiled calmly and said, "I was just wondering, Master, you actually broke the contract between the two clans. I wonder what kind of situation you will encounter when you return this time. I'm afraid that no one from the four major sects or the eight great families could have imagined that you would break the contract so suddenly." After a pause, Luo Jianqing added, "I think the Demon Lord must hate you to death."
Xuan Lingzi asked calmly, "Why?"
Luo Jianqing recalled for a moment and said, "When I met the Demon Lord before, I thought he seemed to be a moody person. This time, because of you, the contract was broken, and he must be very angry. I think we should leave the Demon Realm as soon as possible. If the Demon Lord gets mad, he can kill his own apprentice!"
As he spoke, Luo Jianqing tightened his grip on Xuan Lingzi's hand and quickly sped up.
Xuan Lingzi grabbed his hand with his backhand, and the scorching heat spread in the palms of both of them.
Xuan Lingzi steered the Xuanling Sword higher into the sky. Soon, they could no longer discern anything on the ground. Even the peaks of the mountains resembled curved earthworms, obscured by layers of mist. The two transformed into a streak of light, and within a single day, they reached the great river that bordered the Demon Realm and Yunzhou.
The river was dozens of miles wide. Luo Jianqing squinted his eyes, but still couldn't see the mountains on the opposite bank.
The river rushed forward, splashing against the bank. Luo Jianqing held Xuan Lingzi's right hand. There was no one else around; only the two of them stood by the river. After a long moment, Luo Jianqing whispered, "...I heard Mo Qiu say that you killed that Blood Pill Ancestor. Master, are you so sure that he really captured me?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
