147: Master, let's go home

"Oh, please. Look at this pathetic lack of ambition."

Ling Xin had somehow returned to sitting in mid-air, watching the Revered Master and Disciple pair with an air of utter boredom.

"Just learned how to walk, and already thinking about running?"

She looked at Luo Ximei. "The two forces inside you are only temporarily balanced right now. Achieving complete Fusion will depend on your future fortune.

Don't get too excited and blow yourself up. If you do, your Revered Master will be exhausted having to clean up the mess."

Luo Ximei turned around and looked at Ling Xin.

This time, she was no longer as subservient as before.

She still bowed, but her back was held perfectly straight.

"Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster. Disciple has noted it."

"However, Disciple also remembers that Grandmaster said just now that as long as Disciple could withstand it, this would not only be fortune, but also recognition."

"Oh, look, she can talk back now." Ling Xin raised an eyebrow. "Not bad. Stronger than your Revered Master."

She stood up and patted the non-existent dust off her skirt.

Her figure began to become somewhat illusory, the edges even starting to dissipate into motes of light.

"Revered Master, are you leaving?" Su Lin's heart tightened, and that familiar reluctance welled up inside him again.

"Nonsense. This is just a projection of mine. It's already the limit that I lasted this long."

Ling Xin waved her hand, an indifferent expression on her face.

She walked up to Su Lin and extended her finger again, intending to poke his forehead.

Su Lin subconsciously wanted to dodge, but in the end, he didn't move, letting her poke him obediently.

"Alright, stop making that face like you're about to cry. It's ugly."

Ling Xin withdrew her hand, her tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Listen closely, Little Lin."

"Although your path in this current re-cultivation is a bit wild, and your disciple are a bit strange, it may not necessarily be a bad thing."

"The path you took back then was a dead end.

The current path, although it looks dangerous, at least... you have someone accompanying you in your madness."

She glanced at Luo Ximei beside him.

"Although this girl is a lunatic, her strength lies in her purity.

With her here, at least you won't have to worry about being stabbed in the back."

"As for that thing that has been staring at you..."

She pointed to the sky, meaning the Heavenly Dao.

"It can't find you temporarily right now.

But if you cause any more major commotions, like that Breakthrough just now, it will definitely come again."

"Next time it comes, I might not be able to make it in time."

"So, you decide what you want to do.

Whether you want to hide and cultivate, or continue courting death, it's up to you."

Having said this, her figure had faded until it was nearly invisible.

"There is one last thing."

Her voice became somewhat ethereal.

"There is one last Void Realm Crystal."

Her voice was very soft, carrying no spiritual power, and it drifted into Su Lin's ears as if muffled by a thick layer of cotton gauze.

"Inside that crystal, there is not only a remnant of the Heavenly Dao, but also a back door I left for you."

"A back door?" Su Lin instinctively asked.

On Ling Xin's already blurred face, that wicked smile that gave Su Lin a stomach ache seemed to reappear.

"In case one day you are truly 'eaten' until nothing is left by these crazy girls, or if you are forced to a dead end by that petty Heavenly Dao..."

"Crush it.

I will know."

The moment her voice fell silent, the last speck of light dispersed.

There was no lingering melancholy, nor were there any phenomena of heaven and earth grieving together. She left cleanly and decisively, just as she had arrived—unreasonable and unrestrained.

Su Lin stood rooted to the spot, looking at the empty air.

She's gone.

This old woman... this Revered Master, her trip here seemed to accomplish nothing except scaring the Mahayana Stage cultivators to death, wiping out all the Body Integration Stage cultivators,

and incidentally transforming his fifth Disciple into a half-demon, half-saint freak.

Oh, and she also mocked him thoroughly.

Amazing.

Su Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but felt his eyes sting. He reached up and rubbed his face, pushing back that sentimental emotion.

"Revered Master..."

A sickeningly sweet call came from behind him.

Immediately afterward, that familiar, warm, and now "heavy" body pressed up against him once again.

Luo Ximei gave Su Lin no time for sentimentality. Her two arms were like freshly forged iron clamps, tightly locking around Su Lin's waist, desperate to squeeze out the pitiful bit of air between them.

"Grandmaster is gone."

She rubbed her head against the back of Su Lin's neck. That wisp of newly grown white hair brushed against Su Lin's skin, tickling him slightly.

"Now, it's just the two of us here again."

Her tone held no trace of regret for the elder's departure, only the relief of "finally, no one is disturbing us." This girl's filial piety was probably fed entirely to the dogs.

Su Lin sighed and reached out to pry her fingers loose.

They didn't budge.

"Let go. You're squeezing too hard."

"I won't."

Luo Ximei replied self-righteously, even taking advantage of the situation by wrapping her legs around him, hanging onto Su Lin like a giant koala bear.

"Grandmaster just said that giving me the Origin means she recognized me."

She rested her chin on Su Lin's shoulder. Her heterochromatic right eye was still faintly glowing, carrying an excitement that hadn't fully subsided.

"She said I am qualified. Qualified for what? Of course, qualified to monopolize Revered Master!"

"She meant you're qualified to cultivate the demonic Dao! Don't take things out of context!"

Su Lin had a headache. His Revered Master had just left, and his Disciple's comprehension ability had already gone completely astray.

"It's all the same."

Luo Ximei chuckled, the sound filled with the slyness of having achieved her goal.

She suddenly released one hand, and a black-and-white interwoven light flashed on her fingertip, slicing lightly through the air.

*Hiss.*

A rift was torn in space. It wasn't a violent crack, but a cut as smooth as a mirror.

The flowing cloud brocade flew out from her sleeve, growing against the wind, instantly transforming into a magnificent flying boat that hovered in mid-air.

"Revered Master, let's go home."

She didn't give Su Lin a chance to walk.

His waist tightened, and Su Lin only felt the scenery flash before his eyes before he was already carried onto the flying boat by her.

This girl's current instant movement didn't even require a starting gesture. Her control over space was such that even Su Lin, a Void Refining Stage cultivator, could only catch a faint afterimage.

Was this the effect of that trace of Origin power?

It was simply cheating.

The flying boat activated, turning into a streak of light and rushing out of the Sky Rift Valley.

The lingering scent of blood and char at the bottom of the valley, which hadn't yet dissipated, was instantly left behind.

On the deck of the flying boat.

Su Lin had just intended to find a place to sit down and sort out his chaotic thoughts when Luo Ximei pressed close to him.

With a wave of her hand, an isolation Restriction arose, blocking out all the external wind and light.

The deck instantly quieted, so silent that only their breathing could be heard.

"Revered Master."

Luo Ximei stood opposite him, her heterochromatic eyes staring intently at him.

"Do I look... truly ugly now?"

She still remembered this point.

Earlier, at the brink of life and death, Su Lin had called her ugly to provoke her will to survive. He hadn't expected this girl to be more petty than a needlepoint, holding onto grudges fiercely.

Su Lin looked at her.

Her original dark red dress was gone, replaced by black and white Dharma robes materialized from Devilish Qi, clinging to her now even more perfect curves.

The strands of white mixed into her black hair didn't make her look old; instead, they added a strange, demonic sense of fragility.

Especially those eyes—the left eye a deep abyss, the right eye a river of stars.

Ugly?

If this was considered ugly, then ninety-nine percent of the female cultivators in the cultivation world could go jump off a cliff.