Leng Xuan could only muster a wry smile as he made up so excuses to get by. He dared not reveal his hospitalization, for if Zhao Xiaoqing were to visit and bump into the other beauties, who knew what kind of scene would unfold. He had finally realized that having too many ladies’ affections was indeed a troubleso matter.
During these days, Leng Xuan got along incredibly well with Dai Xinyue. As a diligent and responsible nurse, Dai Xinyue took very good care of Leng Xuan, checking on him several tis a day. Sotis, when she saw Leng Xuan bored, she would co chat with him during her breaks to pass the ti.
Besides that, Leng Xuan also practiced the Defying Heaven Art with great effort. After the battle with Flower Butterfly, he clearly recognized his lack of strength and trained exceptionally hard. To his surprise, he found that the Defying Heaven Art seed to have slightly improved after that battle, which indicated that fighting was also a way to enhance the Defying Heaven Art.
With the aid of the Jiuyang Divine Art, Leng Xuan had been absorbing dense Spiritual Energy these past few days and could vaguely sense that he was on the verge of breaking into the Yellow Realm, missing just that final push to advance successfully. However, Leng Xuan found this quite distressing because, no matter how hard he tried, he was always stuck at a bottleneck, unable to progress further.
Night fell quietly.
Leng Xuan lay in bed, his gaze drifting out the window, looking up at the bright moonlight.
As he recalled the experiences of these past years, he couldn’t help but sigh softly. He realized that in over a decade, his life seed to have never settled down. From a young age, he had followed Uncle Zhang in the arduous study of Cultivation, then was sent to the military to join Dark Sword, struggled between life and death abroad, and after returning ho, was expelled from the military for certain reasons and ended up in Baiyun City.
He had originally thought that, in this city, he could find a normal job and live a leisurely life. Perhaps, if he were lucky, he might et an ordinary and beautiful girl, and spend a simple and undisturbed life with her. But looking at the current situation, that lovely wish seed too far-fetched—it was as if his life was destined to be anything but peaceful.
It started with eting Elder Ling Tian, a fellow Cultivator, then at his request, he beca a bodyguard for Ling Xuejiu. Being a bodyguard was no issue for him, given his abilities. However, he hadn’t anticipated that the ones he needed to guard against weren’t ordinary people but other powerful Cultivators. Not only that, he had sohow gotten caught up in others’ struggles, encountering Cultivators ti and again, and getting into conflicts.
Moreover, from that strange dream he had, he learned of his mission and responsibility. As the heir to the Defying Heaven Art, he must defy the heavens, smash whatever dark forces lie behind this world, and bring clarity to all beings. To be honest, even now, his heart was sowhat muddled. Although he was far stronger than the average person, being suddenly burdened with such a massive shackle also brought him considerable pressure.
This world was not his end, but his beginning; he was rely at the start-up stage and needed to strive, step by step, to climb higher. Moreover, on his journey to defy the heavens, he couldn’t afford to stop, for he was constantly under surveillance—if he let his guard down, he would quickly face mortal danger.
At this thought, Leng Xuan couldn’t help but smile bitterly. The old saying goes, "I control my fate, not the heavens," but his fate seed to have already been set. With this in mind, the image of Uncle Zhang suddenly appeared in his mind.
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