Chapter 169 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (10)
The smooth touch of the fine fabric seemed to still carry her warmth, as the spiritual herb in his hand continuously released spiritual power, yet it couldn’t warm his heart that had long been indifferent to everything.
Yun Ze looked at the spiritual herb in his hand and reviewed the cultivation techniques in his mind. Then, he slightly lowered his eyes, a hint of sinister smile creeping onto his lips.
A different trajectory, this time it’s somewhat interesting.
But what does she want to do? Making him cultivate the thunder element, providing thunder cultivation techniques and thunder spiritual herbs, does she have another motive?
Or is it simply kindness towards him?
Hah, impossible.
Yan Luo, who had already handed over all the cultivation techniques and spiritual herbs she had painstakingly found in the previous period, stood on the light blue flowing light, looking at the panel where the blackening value remained motionless. She could no longer maintain the good mood she had when she first arrived in this dimension.
“Pink Pit, I knew you were going to pit me!! How dare you say you’re not pitting me?” Return her adorable and obedient little disciple!!
Little Pink remained silent.
“How do you expect me to complete tasks in this plane? Risking my life?!” Thinking about the possible outcomes of everything later, Yan Luo felt a headache coming.
If it really was the Yun Ze who the original owner killed by her own hands, how could Yan Luo ever reduce his blackening value?
Maybe she could reduce it a bit by just dying.
She felt uncomfortable all over.
But for now, she could only take it one step at a time.
Cultivators have never had a great concept of time, and the scenery and objects of Lingyun Sect have hardly changed much over time.
At the main peak of Lingyun Sect, Yuntian Terrace, the young disciples gathered, their faces carrying a sense of confusion and longing for the immortal path.
Standing among the other disciples of Lingyun Sect, a youth stood tall, with a smile playing on his lips, his eyes containing a charm, faintly with a hint of wickedness, but upon closer inspection, it seemed like an illusion.
Wearing a blue and white Daoist robe, his hair tied up, his face still somewhat youthful, but between his light laughter, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the small white tiger teeth at the corner of his lips, making him appear even more adorable, causing people to repeatedly cast their gazes on him.
Several female disciples looked at him curiously, asking which peak’s disciple he was.
Ignoring all these gazes completely, Yun Ze played with the smooth fabric of his robe, raising his eyebrows as he looked towards the high platform.
Next to the Sect Leader Lin Qing, there sat another youth, also dressed in blue and white Daoist robes, his lips slightly pursed, his expression somewhat indifferent, mimicking Yan Luo’s demeanor by about sixty to seventy percent. This was Gu Sicun, the genius of Lingyun Sect, who had already made some achievements within the sect, attending this apprenticeship ceremony in place of his master who had been in seclusion for several years.
As for Yun Ze, Yan Luo’s eldest disciple, his cultivation was insufficient and his abilities were lacking. Although he was the senior disciple, he would still be ignored. There were hardly a few people in the entire Lingyun Sect who knew that under Yan Luo’s name, there was such a disciple.
Though he thought so, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, carrying a hint of laziness, listening to the dry and tasteless words of Sect Leader Lin Qing, a trace of boredom flickering in his eyes.
Anyway, he had never cared about these things.
Sect Leader Lin Qing seemed to be planning to assign several talented disciples under Yan Luo’s name again, but he didn’t dare to arrange it arbitrarily. Just as he was about to stand up and say something, suddenly, the sky changed abruptly.