LIGHTNOVELSTORY chapter 39
Chapter 39: Let’s Run Away!
At night, in the double room, only Youlan was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
She was focused on her cultivation, with her blood circulating throughout her body, constantly stimulating her spiritual energy.
Since she couldn’t take cultivation pills, her cultivation was actually very difficult.
She could only use the weak spiritual energy naturally absorbed to run her meridians, which was completely incomparable to other sects.
The abnormal blood in her body transformed her constitution, and coupled with her innate Xuan Yin body, it led to an exceptionally fast initial cultivation speed.
Unfortunately, relying on this advantage, she could only cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage.
The subsequent realms would entirely depend on her own comprehension.
Tianyan Sect can be said to be a sect that truly relies on enlightenment to improve realms, after all, they do not allow the use of cultivation pills to forcefully advance.
If one cannot comprehend their own “Dao,” then the thin spiritual energy simply cannot support their normal realm advancement.
Zhishi had actually reached the Core Formation stage very early, but she still had no way to grasp the path to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
It can only be said that Tianyan Sect’s cultivation is too laissez-faire, making people feel seriously uncomfortable.
Youlan now had this feeling; she did not want to give up because the fire of hatred in her heart was still burning.
She wanted to become stronger and then personally kill Wan Ruicai before he could reap what he sowed.
However, Tianyan Sect was very strange, as if it was making people let go of this urgent desire.
“Sure enough… cultivation is really difficult.” Youlan couldn’t help but think of taking cultivation pills.
But she quickly forced herself to forget this thought; she didn’t want to be expelled from the sect by her master.
“Forget it… let’s take a break.” She murmured, “I wonder when Senior Sister will return.”
The room was empty, making Youlan feel particularly lonely.
Because Zhishi, who was supposed to be bonding with her junior sister in this room, was now in He Youzhou’s room.
“Master, the smell in White City is getting stronger.” Zhishi, like holding a doll, hugged her master.
Her master was soft and comfortable to hold.
She was like a clingy kitten, constantly rubbing against He Youzhou’s neck.
Although the topic she was talking about was very serious, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere in every corner.
He Youzhou felt the warmth beside him and sighed helplessly, “So hot.”
“Master, let me help you undress.” Zhishi immediately said.
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“The malice of the Heavenly Dao is indeed growing stronger, and its target is Baicheng,” He Youzhou said.
The disciples of their Tianyan Sect would later learn how to sense the malice of the Heavenly Dao.
Youlan hadn’t reached that level of cultivation yet, so she hadn’t learned it.
But Zhishi had long since mastered this basic skill and was particularly sensitive to the malice of the Heavenly Dao.
However, what puzzled He Youzhou was that Zhishi would describe the malice of the Heavenly Dao using scents.
“Probably because there are too many cultivators in Baicheng who have taken Blood Pills,” He Youzhou shook his head.
Too many people wanted to ascend to the heavens in one step, causing the malice of the Heavenly Dao to accumulate at a terrifying speed.
“But nothing should happen for a while,” Zhishi said, “because the previous round of malice has already erupted.”
Not long ago, the malice of the Heavenly Dao descended in the form of a blood plague.
The cultivators of Baicheng suppressed it well, so the situation didn’t worsen further.
The blood plague was the best example of this “twisting” interpretation.
Because they had taken Blood Pills condensed from others’ blood, they brought down the corresponding disaster.
This was truly a case of reaping what they sowed.
Some might wonder why the Tianyan Sect, knowing this, didn’t intervene.
At this point, He Youzhou would say, the malice of the Heavenly Dao wasn’t caused by them, so they had no reason to lend a hand.
It could be said that the Tianyan Sect, which never forcibly seized spiritual energy, had the least to do with the malice of the Heavenly Dao.
Lending a hand was not their duty.
Watching from the sidelines was their right.
With such a malicious logic, calling the Tianyan Sect a demonic sect couldn’t be more fitting.
“As long as nothing happens for now, we’ll take the prize money and run when we can,” He Youzhou whispered.
“Run?” Zhishi’s red eyes were full of confusion. She didn’t understand the word.
“It means to escape. I learned it from a novel,” He Youzhou explained.
He momentarily forgot that his senior disciple had never read his pile of novels and comics.
“Zhishi, you should read those things when you have time. You’ll benefit greatly,” he said, showing his affection for his disciple. He was willing to share even the ancient relics’ secret manuals.
As for being backstabbed, that was something he never considered.
“I understand, Master~” Zhishi rested her chin on He Youzhou’s shoulder, speaking in a soft voice.
This voice could never be heard outside; it was probably a privilege unique to He Youzhou.
So far, Youlan had only heard her senior sister’s soft voice when eavesdropping.
At this moment, Youlan had given up meditating and was bored, staring at the door.
“Could it be that Senior Sister isn’t coming back?” Youlan had every reason to suspect that her senior sister was doing something shameful with their master again.
She was even considering whether she should eavesdrop.
Given her very good relationship with Tomoyo, she figured that even if she eavesdropped, she wouldn’t be killed.
“Eavesdropping a bit shouldn’t be too much.” She smiled charmingly, very interested in the matter.
She got out of bed and put on her shoes, ready to head to He Youzhou’s room.
But before she could see her jade feet slip into her shoes, the door of the room opened.
“Are you planning to eavesdrop?” Tomoyo said expressionlessly.
“How could I…?” Yulan smiled apologetically.
PS: Although this book’s performance is poor, I am very grateful to all the readers who sincerely support me.
At the end of the month, I would like to thank “If You Can”, “Kari Guala”, and “Rain Se” for their support.
It seems I still need to go all out, miscalculation. By the way, the reason why the protagonist is called a pseudo-girl is because I designed him to look like Sister Bao’er.