Murong Zhen: "..."
That's what I meant.
It sounds like the idea of dying young and being reborn early.
Even after sitting down, Murong Zhen still asked with unease, "Are you sure it only takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn? I am truly at the peak of the Mahayana stage now."
Sensing what Murong Zhen was thinking, Rong Zi stood in front of him, pointed to herself, and asked, "Do you know what my current strength is?"
Murong Zhen looked her up and down.
"Isn't it a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?"
“That’s cultivation level.” Rong Zi crossed his arms and said with a smile, “Let me put it this way, if I wanted to crush you right now, I would only need one finger, not even one more.”
It's true that Murong Zhen has become stronger in the past three years.
But she became stronger.
Murong Zhen: "..."
Even though the other party was only at the Nascent Soul stage, he didn't think her words were exaggerated at all.
Let alone Rong Zi, who is at the Nascent Soul stage.
Even if it were Rong Zi, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage three years ago, it would probably be as easy as playing around to beat him up...
Thinking about it carefully, Rong Zi's strength...
That's a bit scary.
In this world of cultivation, she can kill whoever she wants.
One can easily reach the Mahayana stage.
Seeing that Murong Zhen remained silent, Rong Zi finally smiled and asked, "Can we begin now?"
At this moment, Murong Zhen looked at the smile on her face and felt a little uneasy, afraid that she would raise her hand to press him down.
He finally cultivated to the peak of the Mahayana stage.
He was still hoping to transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Murong Zhen swallowed hard, closed his mouth, and nodded.
Rong Zi was unaware of Murong Zhen's inner thoughts; he simply pointed to the bamboo hat on Murong Zhen's head, indicating that he should take it off.
Murong Zhen obeyed and did as he was told, his main trait being complete obedience.
After his straw hat was removed, his indescribable hairstyle came into Rong Zi's view.
Rong Zi looked at the large bald patch on Murong Zhen's head that couldn't be covered by his hair, and silently suppressed the lips that were constantly turning up.
She coughed softly, first giving Murong Zhen a Vitality Pill, and then began to raise her hand to cast a spell.
...
After an incense stick has burned.
Rong Zi suddenly yelled, "Oh no! Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong..."
Murong Zhen jolted awake, tilting his head back and hurriedly asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did your hair fail to grow?"
Rong Zi looked at him now, her eyes twitching.
She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth as if to say something but stopped herself, "No, it's just..."
"But what?"
Murong Zhen's heart was in his throat. He couldn't wait any longer and pulled out a mirror. "Oh dear, I'll just look at myself."
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