"The two opposed each other due to certain matters, like water and fire incompatible, yet because of so things they remained entangled, constantly thinking of each other."
"In the end, I chose him."
Ying Ling just listened silently.
Whether it was the little tricks played by herself or her elder sister, those little sches might work on the young generation, but in front of Liu Tangxi, they were utterly transparent, especially since this Sword Immortal had truly traveled far and wide.
She joined the sect at sixteen, which was considered quite late, and within two years she began to wander the world, alone with her sword, traveling ten thousand miles.
The first opponent she encountered after leaving the sect, the first person she killed, was a master at the Nascent Soul Stage.
"When it cos to talent, his fiancée is superior; when it cos to aptitude, the junior brother has an innate advantage, but what I value is not the speed of cultivation or natural talent, but his unique perspective on the cultivation path."
"Different from you and , and different from everyone else in this world. His words just now, though extre, are not without reason. To abandon the branches and seek the root does not an starting over, but finding what rightfully belongs to you."
"Immortal Miao Zhu, though a renowned expert for many years, might not have the ti to guide you."
"Your master, Immortal Miao Zhu, is also eminent, extraordinarily talented, yet now entangled in trivial matters. Fifty years ago I t her once, did not exchange blows, but even then I was not confident of defeating her."
"A few years ago I visited her again, but astonishingly, over these decades, her skills have regressed rather than progressed, even falling short of decades ago, which truly is regrettable."
"If my speculation is correct, your master has probably been secluding herself more frequently, and as the leader of a sect, entangled in trivial matters, which will only distance her from the immortal path and render her ordinary."
"Now, do you know why you three sisters have co here?"
She was shocked.
She had never thought about this before; Ying Ling naturally did not know her master’s true strength, and with Liu Tangxi’s status and temperant, she definitely wouldn’t deceive a younger generation like herself.
With a careful thought, she realized that in the past five or six years, especially after she and her third sister broke through the Core Formation stage, their master had almost no ti to care for them.
Either busy handling sect affairs or out and about making political alliances with other sects, visiting everywhere, trying to build good relationships, and every ti she returned, she looked exhausted, often secluding for months without seeing any visitors.
Initially, she thought it was just overwork, but now it seems the master is in a hurry to train the elder sister and them, these disciples to take over, probably to have so leisure herself.
Even more unexpected was that the master’s skills were actually deteriorating, but thinking carefully, this was only normal.
For anyone entangled in a pile of trifles, where would they find the mindset and ti to cultivate diligently?
Coming ho exhausted from morning till night leaves you with no thoughts but sleep, how would you have the mindset to sit in front of a computer to ga or do physical exercises?
One should know that going to work is not only physical exhaustion but also ntal fatigue.
It’s the sa principle.
"The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current; not advancing ans retreating. Immortal Miao Zhu, in her pri yet sparing no effort to train a few of you, surely understands where her problems lie."
"I can vaguely guess why she would send you children here to probe. If you are willing to stand by the side of Purple Cloud Palace, with mutual support from both sides, that would be best. Whether this answer sheet can satisfy her, I do not know."
"After you go back, you just need to convey my words truthfully to Immortal Miao Zhu."
Nodding forcefully.
Every word, every sentence was etched in her heart. Throughout, Jiang Feng remained silent in the corner, fussing over the fan in his hand.
No way around it, n are like this.
Poverty-stricken from childhood, ever since he started mingling with the top disciples of top forces, each of them held countless treasures, like Cen Yueyue and her Hehuan sisters, all very generous.
While he had no treasures, always getting beaten up badly, he never complained about why his senior sister wouldn’t get him so formidable magic treasures, because he understood the truth that external objects are ultimately external.
Now with his low cultivation realm, it was the ti to lay the foundation. If the foundation wasn’t learned well, how would he ever compete with others later on, so Jiang Feng never asked his senior sister for divine weapons or magic treasures. The most valuable thing on him...
Was the free Demon Burning Furnace, just a mbership fee, only Yellow Grade, along with the Soul Summoning Banner and Soul Summoning Bell, Yellow Grade magic treasures, which in others’ eyes were just junk.
He relied on this heap of junk, a pile of low-grade flying swords, and this iron wire in his hand to battle Xuan Yinzi at the Peak of Core Formation for several hours. Honestly, if not for the fear of that kid running away in the end, he wouldn’t even want to take out the firearms.
Seemingly noticing Ying Ling’s gaze shifting slightly towards the distant, smug Jiang Feng, even Liu Tangxi’s indifferent face revealed an undetectable gentleness.
"This junior brother of mine is sotis mature and experienced, sotis like a child, a mischievous boy."
"Since the beginning of his cultivation, I have insisted on the principle of everything returning to one. He is my first junior brother, and in three years, apart from teaching him swordsmanship, I’ve never provided any guidance in cultivation techniques or Daoist skills."
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