It was the first time for Luo Jianqing to enter the forbidden area on Yuxiao Peak, and also the first time he saw the lamp.
You can't stay in the forbidden area for long, and even if you stay longer, Qingjun, who has turned into a wick, will never recover.
Every cultivator on Mount Taihua has his or her own natal lamp. The natal lamps of some ordinary disciples are kept in the main halls of each peak, while the natal lamps of some very important people are all kept in the Lingyun Hall on Cangshuang Peak where the head of Mount Taihua is located.
Deep within Lingyun Hall, there are several layers of lighthouses. On the top, a single natal lamp with a golden flame is dedicated to Xuan Lingzi. Further down, on the second layer, there are two lamps: those of Luo Jianqing and the Venerable Hao Xingzi, the head of Mount Taihua. This demonstrates the importance of Yuxiao Peak within Mount Taihua.
The natal lamp is crafted using the secret methods of Mount Taihua. Every cultivator drips a drop of their heart's blood into it. From then on, the lamp burns when the cultivator is alive, and extinguishes when the cultivator is destroyed. Only when the cultivator ascends to immortality will the cultivator's power become too great, shattering the lamp. Otherwise, the lamp will only go out.
This is one of the most core secret techniques of Taihua Mountain. Even Luo Jianqing doesn't know how to perform it specifically, but he knows that once Qingjun really turns into a wick, he really... can't get out.
Xuan Lingzi seemed to see through Luo Jianqing's thoughts. He quickly led Luo Jianqing out of the forbidden area and said, "This is the choice of the ninth-grade elixir. In that case, you should respect him. He is not truly dead, he has simply turned into a lamp wick. If one day he can leave that lamp, he should be able to meet you again."
Luo Jianqing nodded slightly, and the two left together.
Even if Xuan Lingzi didn't mention it, Luo Jianqing understood that the possibility was extremely low.
Even Xuan Lingzi couldn't guarantee he could extract Qingjun from the Nine Lotus Venerable's natal lamp, so who else in this world could? Furthermore, Qingjun was constantly burning through his own medicinal power, striving day and night to keep the lamp alight. No one knew how long he could hold out—perhaps a hundred years, perhaps a thousand... But when his medicinal power was completely exhausted, Qingjun would be gone.
After returning to the bamboo house, Luo Jianqing planned to visit Venerable Hao Xingzi to explain the ins and outs of this outing.
Xuan Lingzi heard this, his cold face showed no expression, he just said calmly: "It's getting dark, go early and come back early."
Luo Jianqing was surprised and asked, "Master, you're not going?"
Xuan Lingzi looked up at him and asked, "Why should I go?"
Luo Jianqing said, "When we returned to Taihua Mountain today, the headmaster invited the elders and disciples from other sects to enter Taihua Mountain, but you single-handedly stopped them. Is it really necessary to discuss this matter with the headmaster?"
The golden sword pattern gleamed in the dim sunset. Xuan Lingzi sat at his desk, flipping through a book. He glanced at Luo Jianqing after hearing this. He stared for a long time, making even someone as thick-skinned as Luo Jianqing feel a little uncomfortable. Then he heard him say seriously, "Then you won't go either."
Luo Jianqing was stunned.
Xuan Lingzi's expression was indifferent. He said matter-of-factly, "Senior Brother has been in charge of Taihua Mountain for many years, but he's a bit too modest. I haven't asked him for an explanation for what happened today, and as my disciple, you shouldn't have taken the initiative to go forward." After a pause, Xuan Lingzi said, "Jianqing, come here. The song we just played hasn't been named yet."
Luo Jianqing was caught off guard and asked, "......?"
Seeing that Luo Jianqing couldn't come over, Xuan Lingzi had to stand up and go forward himself. He frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you so silent?"
Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but curl his lips and reached out to tug at the long black hair that fell across Xuan Lingzi's chest. Xuan Lingzi looked at him in surprise, only to see Luo Jianqing toying with the strand of hair with his fingers while speaking seriously, "I've never seen my master act so tough. You said you'd be easy to talk to. I thought you were strict and stern, but I didn't expect... Wuyin, you can be so willful."
Xuan Lingzi's cheeks suddenly turned red. He wanted to pull his hair out of his disciple's hands, but he felt that this was too deliberate and would be counterproductive.
After a period of awkwardness, Xuan Lingzi coughed heavily, and Luo Jianqing looked up at him. However, before he could see Xuan Lingzi's expression, he was suddenly embraced by him.
The scorching heat spread across their pressed together spot. Luo Jianqing's eyes widened as he heard a deep voice echo beside him. Like a sigh, Xuan Lingzi breathed a scorching breath into his ear. "If I truly must choose between you and the world, Jianqing... this isn't a choice, it's a predetermined outcome."
Luo Jianqing's mind moved slightly, and he reached out and embraced the man in front of him.
Moonlight slowly descended, blanketing the usually cold Yuxiao Peak in a layer of silver sand. Inside the bamboo hut, the master and disciple, having just experienced life and death, nearly parting ways, kissed passionately, pouring out their love. Luo Jianqing pressed against Xuan Lingzi, his fair skin, bathed in the moonlight, like jade.
A faint red light flashed in Xuan Lingzi's eyes. He turned over and pressed Luo Jianqing down, and really crashed into him.
The darkness was the perfect barrier. No one on Mount Taihua knew that the master and disciple were engaging in such an incestuous act. As if to express all the fear and worry he'd been feeling lately, Xuan Lingzi lost his usual restraint tonight. He thrust into his beloved disciple's body with abandon, feeling the connection between them.
Only in this way can the person be alive.
And from now on, no one can separate them.
Luo Jianqing hadn't expected his usually shy and strict master to be so unrestrained tonight. A frenzied pleasure washed over him, leaving him unable to stop making noises. When the pleasure reached its peak, the obscene words he'd heard in Yudu suddenly rang in his ears. Luo Jianqing stiffened, and suddenly felt even hotter.
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