Chapter 95 It's enough that my sister is my sister.
She looks exactly like the sister he saw in the secret realm...
But his sister doesn't resemble the rumored sister at all.
Linghu Zhuoyu, who was recently in the Xuanshuang Sect, was also surprised and astonished by the other disciples' drastic changes in her. What was the reason for this?
He concealed the probing look in his eyes, feigning casual curiosity.
Mu Jianjian swallowed unconsciously. She leaned back slightly, creating distance between herself and Linghu Zhuoyu. "I just saw the moon and remembered this ancient poem."
"Was it an ancient poem that my sister wrote herself?"
“How could that be? It’s—” Mu Jianjian paused, feeling as if the 21st century was a long time ago. “It’s just an ancient poem that I’ve heard someone mention and written down.”
Even the scenes of conversations with her best friend have become blurry in her mind.
A sense of loneliness inexplicably arose in my heart.
Linghu Zhuoyu sensed an endless loneliness emanating from the girl, and suddenly the words he was about to say stopped in his throat, his clear eyes becoming hazy.
Recently, he had been secretly watching his sister practice swordsmanship with his master and apprentice Sanchang, but no one noticed him.
He watched as the girl was knocked down time and time again, only to get up again and again, tirelessly training her speed and reaction habits with a smile, and then making breakthroughs in her cultivation.
Linghu Zhuoyu recalled the scene from long ago when his mother forced him to cultivate.
Unlike other cultivators who cultivate to become stronger, he cultivates, including alchemy, all for the sake of others.
From his childhood, others looked at him with a mixture of fear and pity, while also envying his talent in medicine and poison. Therefore, he particularly hated cultivation, which was essentially just disgusting himself.
"Sister has been cultivating very hard lately," Linghu Zhuoyu's smile faded, but her voice was unusually serious. "Why are you cultivating so hard?"
Even though she's already so tired, she still has to put on a smile during the day and hide her true feelings inside, then sneak out alone at night to clear her head.
In contrast to him, who lived in darkness all day long, his sister, as the pampered young lady of the Xuan Shuang Sect, should be able to slack off as much as possible.
Mu Jianjian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the boy would continue to ask about ancient poems, but she was somewhat puzzled by his question.
She slowed her eating of the roast duck, wiping the grease from the corner of her lips with a cloth. "Cultivation is definitely for becoming stronger, right? What are you cultivating for?"
"For my mother." The boy's voice was as ethereal as his confused thoughts.
Mu Jianjian was clearly not expected to receive such an answer. She blinked and said, "Cultivation can protect you, and it can also protect the people you care about, right?"
Linghu Zhuoyu lowered his eyes.
Is it someone you care about?
From the time he could remember, he was not cared about by anyone. His only playmate in childhood was Xiaohua, so naturally there was no one he cared about.
Now, all I have in my heart is my older sister.
So who is the person that the older sister cares about?
Mu Jianjian added, "Although you can gain a lot from cultivation, it's also okay if you don't want to cultivate. Living a simple life away from worldly strife is also very good."
Linghu Zhuoyu was stunned.
No one ever advised him to give up his cultivation.
In truth, I know that in such a dog-eat-dog world, cultivation is a very important factor for one's survival, but it still can't stop the disgust in my heart.
For example, in the secret realm, with his strength he could have gone further to fight, but he was unwilling.
Because it is considered meaningless.
Mu Jianjian turned her head. The boy's face was obscured by his black hair fluttering in the wind, so she couldn't see his expression. "You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself. You like medical and poison skills and have a high talent for them. You can definitely use your strengths. Even if you don't want to cultivate, I'm here for you."
The girl's clear voice sounded exceptionally distinct in the quiet night, and Linghu Zhuoyu found himself beginning to confront himself for the first time in a long time.
Does he like treating poison?
Maybe it's because I like it.
He was abandoned by his mother in a snake pit and grew up surrounded by a mixture of medicine and poison. He gradually learned the art of controlling objects on his own. When he was bored or had free time, he would take out the cauldron to refine pills in order to relieve his aversion to cultivation.
“Okay, sister.” Linghu Zhuoyu smiled and turned to look at the girl bathed in moonlight.
He will try his best.
For his sister, and... for himself.
What does it matter whether my sister is a true member of the Xuan Shuang Cult or not?
For him, his sister being his sister is enough.
Mu Jianjian praised herself inwardly for her brilliant change of topic and gave herself a thumbs up.
That's amazing!
She managed to turn the tables on them, even though they were about to be exposed!
Heaven knows how guilty she felt lately when she was in the Xuan Shuang Sect, and could only pretend to be a big shot who was "playing dumb to fool others" to deceive others.
Seeing that the boy's smile seemed more sincere than ever before, Mu Jianjian felt comforted by the loneliness she felt in her past life.
She's not alone now.
However, if she had the talent for cultivating medicine and poison like Linghu Zhuoyu, she would be laughing in her dreams!
While others were learning medicine and toxicology as children, she was making mud with the "Aba Aba" (a type of clay figurine).
——
The next day, Mu Jianjian and Linghu Zhuoyu left the Xuanshuang Sect and headed east to Yingzhou.
Before leaving, Uncle Guo returned the black cup to Mu Jianjian and told her about the high-grade pills he and Linghu Zhuoyu had refined together. Although there hadn't been any major progress, overall there had been a qualitative improvement.
When they finally parted, Mu Jianjian saw the reluctance and struggle in her father's eyes. After carefully putting away the "Mu" token that he had repaired, she stood on tiptoe and hugged him tightly.
Mu's father gave her a hug and a heavy word of advice, and then glanced at Linghu Zhuoyu, who had put his veil back on.
Linghu Zhuoyu recalled what Mu's father had once said to him and nodded gently.
After that, the two set off lightly.
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The Golden Crow Shrine covers the smallest area among the seven major powers on the continent, but its terrain is the most treacherous. The people and cultivators within this area are all religious and Buddhist, so every few miles you can see a Buddhist hall or temple built by the people.
Most of them were emitting blue smoke and were accompanied by offerings and fruits.
In order to save time, Mu Jianjian and Linghu Zhuoyu chose to head directly east from the center of the Golden Crow Shrine's influence. After disguising themselves, they claimed to be siblings and went to the east coast to find their relatives.
Taking advantage of the treacherous terrain of the Golden Crow Temple, the two easily entered the city gate.
When Mu Jianjian and Linghu Zhuoyu arrived at the edge of the Black Sea at the Golden Crow Temple, two figures landed from the void in a corner of the South Ridge of the Hehuan Hall.
A red figure landed, accompanied by bursts of coughing. A cool breeze blew by, giving the impression of a fragile, easily broken piece of paper.
The other figure was completely different, standing straight and heading towards the town on the outskirts, seemingly ignoring everyone around him.
"Little Yue'er, are you planning to return to the Xuan Shuang Sect?" Ye Wuluo narrowed his peach blossom eyes, swallowed the blood in his throat, and quietly wiped the red from the corner of his mouth before asking the departing figure who showed no sign of leaving.
Seeing that the other party did not intend to answer, he paused and continued, "If you come back to the Holy Lotus Pavilion with me, I can use the water from the Lotus Spring to heal your injuries."
After he finished speaking, Ye Wuluo saw the woman in front of him turn around, and his heart jumped up with a hint of excitement.
"Is Lianquan only usable by disciples of the Holy Lotus Pavilion?"
The question is phrased rhetorically, but the tone is affirmative.
Sang Wanyue spoke in a light and casual tone, her right hand resting on her left hand, which was wrapped in a white cloth.
If you look closely, you can see tiny, porcelain-like cracks under the skin.
“You’re not an outsider, and with me here, they wouldn’t dare say anything.” Ye Wuluo’s voice was filled with an eagerness to prove himself.
"Oh, then I'll leave it to you." Sang Wanyue turned her head, gently curving her lips, but her eyes were devoid of any emotion, filled with a dark and gloomy depth, as if she were considering something.
"Okay, okay." Ye Wulu quickly agreed, afraid that the woman in front of him would change her mind. His heart rose and fell with the woman's words, but he was happy to do so. "Then shall we go back to the Holy Lotus Pavilion together now?"
Every word was carefully considered, for fear of saying something wrong and upsetting the other person.
"Let someone come and pick you up. Don't tell me you don't have a way," Sang Wanyue said softly.
Ye Wulu seemed used to the woman's commanding tone. After nodding, he took out a palm-sized crane made of gold paper from his spatial storage, infused it with his true energy, and watched as it slowly rose, took flight, and disappeared into the air.
They didn't even ask why.
Sang Wanyue lowered her eyes, recalling the words the girl in the grotto had once said to her.
Tao Xian, a descendant of Bai Feng, harbors both new and old grudges.
I'll only feel better if I pull out the thorn that's stuck in my heart.
As if taking precautions, Sang Wanyue suddenly asked, "What if someone else stops us?"
“No, there won’t be.” Ye Wuluo said without hesitation.
I said, "If."
if?
Ye Wulu frowned. If there were people in the Holy Lotus Pavilion who disobeyed him, then they had no reason to exist. He said indifferently, "Just kill them."
Sang Wanyue nodded, "Okay."
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