Over the past six months, Luo Jianqing has been gritting his teeth and persevering, enduring countless events that would make ordinary people collapse.
He was merely a cultivator in the Fusion Stage, having lived for only fifty years. This was his first time witnessing the brutal and merciless war between the two races, yet even this first time, he was forced to step directly into the front lines and shoulder numerous responsibilities that should not have been his responsibility.
Luo Jianqing endured everything silently. He had no time to grieve over the loss of his best friend, nor to worry about the safety of his loved ones. No one would consider whether he could bear it, not even himself. He could only accept it and work hard.
Luo Jianqing had always believed him to be selfish and cold-blooded. In his previous life, he had been hunted by countless cultivators, and when he was in danger, almost no one believed him. So, he no longer believed in this world. As long as Xuan Lingzi and everyone he cared about were alive and well, the lives of others were of no concern to him. But when he saw the corpses strewn across Yunzhou, he finally admitted that he couldn't be so heartless.
If he can remain calm in the face of the corpses of more than 20 million innocent compatriots, then he is not a human being, he is a beast.
And now, having made it this far, alone, he could finally vent the pain in his heart. But in the end, Luo Jianqing simply hugged Xuan Lingzi tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. He didn't cry, but held him tightly, as if by doing so, he could hold him back, dispel the things that had threatened to overwhelm him over the past six months.
Xuan Lingzi hugged the young man tightly, holding him in his arms, his eyes full of heartache. His hands gently stroked Luo Jianqing's body, his movements gentle and full of infinite tenderness, making Luo Jianqing slowly relax.
The events of the past six months also greatly improved Luo Jianqing's ability to withstand stress, and he quickly recovered his spirits.
Next, Xuan Lingzi briefly explained the truce between the two tribes and treated Luo Jianqing's injuries. Hearing about the truce, Luo Jianqing couldn't hide his joy. However, at the end of the sentence, Luo Jianqing suddenly froze, remembering, "Mo Qianqiu..." After a pause, he continued, "Master, Senior Demon Venerable, how is he?"
Xuan Lingzi's eyes shifted slightly, and he said calmly, "With Senior Sister Yu Qingzi here, he's fine." He then added, "Jianqing, you've been unconscious for three days. This collapse of the withered mountain and the war between the two clans presents a life-or-death test for you, but it also presents an opportunity. If you can capitalize on it, perhaps you can leverage the tendons and veins forcibly enlarged by someone else's spiritual power to achieve a breakthrough."
Luo Jianqing was silent for a while, then asked, "Master, is Senior Demon Lord really alright?"
Xuan Lingzi pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Of course."
Luo Jianqing then began to practice breathing exercises, while Xuan Lingzi stood by to protect him. As darkness fell, Xuan Lingzi was summoned by Guanglingzi to discuss the details of the battle. After he left, Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes, quietly opened the door, and left.
When Luo Jianqing opened the door and left, Xuan Lingzi, who had just turned the corner, paused slightly, but ultimately remained silent.
Walking straight ahead along the carved corridor and turning two more corners, Luo Jianqing saw the great hall. Resplendent with gold and jade, with carved beams and painted buildings, the hall, like its owner, was majestic and imposing, its impeccable and domineering beauty permeating every corner of the palace.
Luo Jianqing hesitated for a moment outside the door, but never knocked. But before he could make up his mind, he heard a creaking sound, and the ten-foot-tall palace door silently and automatically opened for him.
A soft, hoarse voice sounded: "If you need help finding me, why are you hesitating outside the door?"
These words made Luo Jianqing stride in.
After entering, the darkness made Luo Jianqing frown slightly. He took a few steps forward and saw the Demon Lord, dressed in a red gauze robe, sitting cross-legged in front of a chessboard, holding a white piece and gently moving it. He was wearing very little, revealing a large area of his fair, flat chest. Although they were both men, Luo Jianqing felt a little embarrassed and quickly glanced away.
Mo Qianqiu said: "Since you are here, then sit down and play chess with me."
Luo Jianqing asked, "I didn't know you could play this mortal chess game." As he said that, Luo Jianqing sat down and placed a black piece.
Mo Qianqiu's gorgeous face appeared hazy in the dim light of the night pearl. This haziness made the scar on his left cheek less noticeable, softening it. Even his usual arrogance was reduced, making his face look even more stunningly beautiful.
He said calmly: "You are just a junior, why do you want to know about my affairs?"
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned. Before he put down the black piece, he asked, "What is going on, Mo Qiu..."
"Xuan Lingzi's disciple," Mo Qianqiu's cold and emotionless voice interrupted Luo Jianqing, startling him. His bright, slender, peach-shaped eyes shone with a glint of light, yet the words he spoke were cold and aloof. "I am only treating you with a little familiarity because you are Xuan Lingzi's disciple. Xuan Lingzi saved my life a hundred years ago, and we demon cultivators always repay our gratitude. However, if you overstep the bounds, I will not be lenient simply because you are his master."
Luo Jianqing tightened his fingers, and the black chess piece was pinched into his palm: "Mo Qiu!"
Mo Qianqiu raised his eyes: "Why are you calling my disciple's name?"
Luo Jianqing stared at him with a burning gaze and said, "Back then, Mo Qiu and I lived together on the ninth floor of Flowing Flame Valley for three years. After that, we experienced life and death together. He saved me many times, and I saved him many times as well. I, Luo Jianqing, have always had only one friend for life and death. Even if I had to give my life to him, I would never complain." Having said this, Luo Jianqing raised his eyes and looked at the Red-Robed Demon Lord. His eyes were stern, as if he wanted to see through him. After a long time, he spoke word by word, "If you are truly my friend for life and death, you would not lie to me."
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