klisemfg Chapter 1921
Chapter 1921
In the Holy Land of Yao Guang, the matter of the "Holy Maiden's Furnace" was never a secret, but no one dared to reveal it to the furnace itself—it was like a tacit understanding, everyone who wasn't the furnace's disciple knew it, but no one would say it out loud.
Xiao Xuanche watched Yunxiao's departing figure, his face still bearing a humble smile, but his tone carried a hint of implication: "Hehe, easy, easy. When Junior Sister Yunxiao becomes a Holy Maiden in the future, your tribe's higher-ups will surely find a suitable Holy Son for you to assist in your cultivation, right?"
These words were like a thorn, making Yunxiao's heart tighten. She suppressed her discomfort, forced a cold smile, hurriedly said goodbye, and turned into a streak of light to disappear into the distance.
As soon as Yunxiao's figure completely disappeared into the horizon, the smile on Xiao Xuanche's face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious killing intent surging in his eyes, like a vengeful demon ready to devour its prey.
"The Cloud Clan... Hmph! When I break through to the Immortal King realm at the pinnacle, that will be the day your entire clan is annihilated!"
He stared intently in the direction Yunxiao had left, gritting his teeth, "Time and time again you've tried to ruin my opportunities, and you even tried to awaken Lu Xueqi's humanity and emotions, do you think I don't know? Yunxiao, between us, it's already a fight to the death!"
A moment later, he took a deep breath, and the fierce aura around him instantly subsided, transforming him back into the refined and humble First Holy Son, and slowly walked towards the Cloud Immortal Palace.
Before he could even raise his hand to knock on the door, a streak of azure light swept out from the palace, completely ignoring him, and flew rapidly toward the depths of the sect—it was Lu Xueqi.
As the first holy son, how insulted must Xiao Xuanche feel to be so ignored by a mere furnace?
"You wretch, you should just focus on cultivating your divine skills. Once you've mastered them, everything you have will belong to me."
Xiao Xuanche's eyes turned cold, and with a flash of spiritual light, he silently followed.
Deep within the sacred land of Yaoguang, there is a massive mountain range that stretches across the heavens and the earth. At the summit of this mountain, a solitary thatched hut sits.
In the small courtyard in front of the house, an old woman dressed in coarse cloth was squatting on the ground, holding millet in her hand, feeding several brightly feathered sparrows.
She looked no different from an ordinary old woman, and even her aura was as calm as a stagnant pool. If she weren't on the summit of a sacred mountain, no one would have guessed that she was a reclusive powerhouse within the Yao Guang Sacred Land.
"Whoosh—"
A ray of light fell outside the courtyard, revealing Lu Xueqi's figure. Her face was still pale, and although the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth had been wiped away, the weariness and struggle between her brows were still evident.
Upon landing and seeing the old woman, she quickly bowed and greeted her: "Disciple Xueqi greets Master."
After feeding Lu Xueqi the last handful of millet, the old woman slowly stood up, her cloudy gaze falling on Lu Xueqi with a hint of surprise:
"You've finally decided to leave Yunxian Palace?"
When they last met, Lu Xueqi had already cultivated the "Wedding Dress Immortal Skill" to a high level, and her body was surrounded by the artistic conception of "selflessness and detachment." But now, that artistic conception had been broken—the old woman understood that something must have happened.
Lu Xueqi stepped forward and took the old woman's arm, her voice tinged with guilt: "This disciple is unfilial, causing Master worry."
"Alright, is it that you've encountered a hindrance in your cultivation and want your master to enlighten you?" The old woman appeared calm on the surface, but there was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the depths of Lu Xueqi's eyes, as if trying to find the root of her change in state of mind.
“Master, I wish to participate in the Holy Land Ranking Battle a hundred years from now.” Lu Xueqi raised her head, her eyes resolute—although the awakened memories were still blurry, she couldn’t remember who Chen Xuan was or their past, but the inexplicable impulse in her heart made her unable to peacefully go into seclusion any longer.
She knew that if she didn't participate in the Holy Land Ranking Battle, she would have to go to the Heartless Holy Land herself to find the answer.
Upon hearing this, the old woman frowned instantly: "The Holy Land Ranking Battle has little value for you in terms of training. Going there would only be a waste of your cultivation time."