In the following period, Li Sisui devoted himself to cultivation and rarely appeared in the public eye for more than two years.
Aside from attending necessary year-end ancestral worship ceremonies, he has disappeared without a trace.
Li Sisui was not seen during the outer sect trials in the past two years, as if he had vanished from the outer sect all at once.
However, throughout the entire ordeal, a pair of eyes remained fixed on Li Sisui in the darkness.
On Neizong Mountain.
Li Qiu has gradually emerged from the predicament of disfigurement and no longer wears a veil. However, she still grits her teeth whenever Li Sisui is mentioned, wishing she could get rid of him immediately.
Li Qiu spoke to the person behind her in a cold, slightly mocking voice:
"That kid's got some patience; it's been over two years and he still hasn't shown up. Heh."
After saying it, I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. I never imagined that tormenting an ant could be so enjoyable.
"My subordinates have been monitoring his movements during the day, and there has been nothing unusual. But if he continues to hide like this, are we just going to keep waiting like this?"
The person behind Li Qiu said in a low voice.
"He has one last chance, and he can only take it this year. I want to see how long he can endure it. It's not bad to let him slowly fall into despair!"
"Yes, sir!"
Li Sisui paused by the lake, lost in thought, and couldn't help but sneeze. Who was thinking of him this time? Could it be Qingyu?
Looking at Li Sisui's reflection in the lake, more than two years have passed in the blink of an eye, but much has changed.
Now, Li Sisui's long black hair has fallen to the ground, and his face is covered with a beard, but the lines are rugged and resolute, giving him a more mature air.
The black spot on his left cheek has remained unchanged for millennia, but Li Sisui's indifferent and composed expression is no longer as timid as it once was.
After several years, Li Sisui finally managed to truly integrate into this seemingly well-organized but actually flawed group.
Having witnessed too much of the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and encountered too many petty thieves, I have finally developed my own way of dealing with the world.
Only in this way can one walk calmly on this Longtai Mountain, protecting oneself and watching over someone.
Since the last trial, Li Sisui has been certain that someone in the inner sect is targeting him. The enemy is in the dark while he is in the light, so he can only act cautiously and consider things carefully before making a decision.
After the trial, Li Sisui acted like a mental patient, imagining that everyone around him wanted to harm him, tightly wrapping himself up and not revealing a single flaw.
They do their best to avoid putting themselves in any dangerous situation, and when walking, they stay away from dangerous places such as cliffs and ravines, and observe any tribesman who comes near them.
Rumors circulated among the outer sect that Scarface had gone mad after failing the trial, but Li Sisui just laughed it off.
She persisted in this way for more than two years. If it were in the past, she probably would have had a mental breakdown before anyone tried to harm her.
However, the changes in this body have at least given Li Sisui some confidence.
Although I was on edge every day, I still practiced as usual at night, and surprisingly, I didn't encounter any physical obstacles.
What's even more peculiar is that they can now go for days without sleeping, or sleep for several days at a time. This kind of schedule makes it difficult for adversaries lurking in the shadows to figure them out.
In the past two years, apart from his unwavering nightly meditation, he has spent most of his time studying the Tu ethnic script.
Because Li Sisui rarely communicated with his clansmen, he could no longer obtain more information. In order to understand the dark spots on his face and to better cultivate and suppress them, he could only learn a little from the Tu ethnic classics stored in the Tu ethnic warehouse. If he did not understand the written language, he naturally could not understand them.
The Tu ethnic group's warehouse is located at the bottom of the Beehive Cave. It is guarded year-round by an old man in gray clothes who seems to suffer from a chronic illness. His coughing is the only sound in the empty and dark warehouse.
When Li Sisui first met this old man, although his expression was normal, Li Sisui could still sense a slight twitch in his eyebrow, a hint of surprise that no one else could detect.
After that, he had no further contact with the old man, but whenever he studied the classics in the warehouse, he could always faintly hear bursts of coughing.
Due to the scarcity of supplies on the mountaintop, there was also no paper available for the Tu people to keep records.
Fortunately, the mountaintop is covered with lush trees, and the leaves are large and lightweight. After drying, they are not only flexible and waterproof but also resistant to corrosion, making them the perfect material for engraving Tu ethnic classics. Li Sisui's previous cultivation incantation was also made of this material.
Anyone, regardless of whether they are from the inner or outer clan, may come to the warehouse to consult the classics, but they must abide by the warehouse rules and may not take copies of the classics away.
For more than two years, Li Sisui spent most of his daytime hours in the warehouse, hoping to find a way to cure the dark spots on his face from the vast sea of ancient books.
Could it be that my transmigrator physique is not suitable for cultivating the Tu tribe's techniques, thus causing the dark spots on my face?
Or is it a reaction related to daily food?
Li Sisui placed his hopes on classical texts to answer these questions, but the results were minimal.
However, it wasn't all for naught. By studying various classic texts, I gained a completely new understanding of the Tu people and the unfamiliar world I now live in.
It turns out that there are so many different kinds of alien life living on the same land. The records are all written by people who went out to train. They are half true and half false, but like a fantasy novel, they make Li Sisui unable to put them down.
Li Sisui led a fulfilling life, spending his days studying Tu ethnic classics and his nights cultivating himself.
Four years have passed since the first trial, which is also the time Su Qingyu has been in seclusion.
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