Su Yun Gets Drunk

Su Yun reached out as if possessed, wanting to flip through Yingying's records, but suddenly pulled his hand back. After hesitating for a moment, he could not help reaching out again.

The allure of the flaws in his own Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities was simply too great. It was already exceedingly difficult for a person to recognize their own strengths and weaknesses; recognizing the weaknesses in one's own Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities was even harder.

Back then, Master Cen had failed to realize the weaknesses in his Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities, and thus died at the hands of his own disciple, Dan Qing.

The Immortal Empress and the wisest immortals under her command had helped Su Yun find these weaknesses. That was no different from helping him cultivate and perfect his Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities. The temptation this posed to Su Yun was easy to imagine!

Yet once he looked at them, he would start thinking about how to make up for them, how to improve them, and how to make them even more perfect.

"Then I'll try cultivating them and correcting them. If that happens, Fang Zhuzhi won't be able to undergo his tribulation, and the Immortal Empress will definitely come running over to kill me!"

Su Yun forcibly suppressed his urge to read it and managed a smile. "There's no rush. We can wait until Fang Zhuzhi and the others have undergone their tribulations."

Yingying suggested, "How about just taking one look first?"

Su Yun was itching to move, but suddenly came to his senses and burst into laughter. "Yingying, you really are my Inner Demon made flesh! If I take one look, I'll want to take two. Then I'll want to read the whole thing. Bah— I am a Saint of the Original