Five-Colored Golden Lotus — New Book, Please Collect

Five-Colored Golden Lotus — New Book, Please Collect

Qingyun Daoist came quickly and left just as quickly.

His purpose in coming had been to inform him that he was to inherit the position of Eldest Senior Brother.

Eldest Senior Brother...

Lu Changsheng rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat melancholy. He found it hard to imagine what would happen if people discovered that he was all appearance and no substance.

Perhaps he had been too deeply poisoned by web novels, but Lu Changsheng felt extremely uneasy.

Though his master had said so much, Lu Changsheng himself understood that while his master possessed such lofty cultivation, others did not.

He might seem outstanding, but there were likely even more people who envied him.

Thinking of those ridiculous webnovel plots, Lu Changsheng could not help letting out a deep sigh.

"Perhaps I have no talent for cultivation, but I might achieve something in other areas?"

Lu Changsheng thought to himself.

Over these three years, he had cultivated without pause and meditated every day, yet remained utterly ordinary. But that did not mean he would be ordinary at everything else.

Heaven has given me talents, and they must be of use. I am definitely not some protagonist who survives on his face.

Now that things had come to this, Lu Changsheng could only look at it from another angle and make himself feel a little better.

Thinking it over carefully...

In the Immortal Cultivation World, it was not necessarily those best at cultivation who prevailed. All roads led to immortality. Since ancient times, alchemists had ascended to immortality and become patriarchs; artifact refiners could leave behind legends sung for generations; formation masters were even remembered for eternity.

Lu Changsheng refused to believe that he could be utterly ordinary at everything.

That absolutely did not fit a protagonist's character setting.

"I'll try alchemy. Perhaps I really will gain something else from it."

Lu Changsheng made up his mind.

Just then, a crisp voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Changsheng!"

The voice was exceptionally pleasant, as clear and sweet as an oriole singing among emerald trees. Perhaps because he lacked the literary refinement, an oriole was the only thing Lu Changsheng could use to describe such a lovely voice.

Before long, a woman in purple entered from outside.

She was breathtakingly beautiful—calling her capable of toppling kingdoms and cities would not be an exaggeration. Her skin was like ice, her bones like jade. What drew the eye most was her waist-length purple hair and those bright, beautiful eyes. As for her figure, it was even more exquisite, and there was no need to mention her bearing. Purple naturally carried an air of nobility. Standing at the doorway, she was like a fairy maiden descended from the Ninth Heaven, beautiful and lovely beyond words.

This was Ziyun, the second-ranked True Disciple of the Great Luo Holy Land. In truth, if the Great Luo Holy Land did not have the designation of first place, Ziyun would have been the Eldest Senior Sister. Privately, all the disciples addressed her that way as well.

"Greetings, Junior Sister Ziyun."

Lu Changsheng rose to his feet and spoke slowly, displaying perfect etiquette. Yet Ziyun said openly, "Senior Brother Changsheng, how many times have I told you? You are the Sect Leader's last disciple, which makes you my senior brother. Besides, I heard from my master that Sect Leader Martial Uncle intends to appoint you Eldest Senior Brother. So you are my senior brother, and I am your junior sister. If Senior Brother Changsheng does not mind, you may even call me Sister Ziyun. Calling me True Person makes us sound far too distant."

The noble and aloof Ziyun now revealed all the mannerisms of a young woman before Lu Changsheng. If outsiders saw this, they would surely be struck speechless.

After all, though she was one of the Ten Beauties of Zhongzhou, what she was most famous for was her courage. She had once traveled alone to the Eastern Sea and subdued a Purple Flood Dragon as her mount. Such a feat had spread throughout the Immortal Cultivation World. Noble and aloof was how the world described her, yet before Lu Changsheng, she seemed like this.

It truly echoed an old saying from the mortal world.

It is not that a younger sister is not soft and tender; she simply has not met the one in her heart.

Lu Changsheng also knew how Ziyun felt about him. But the reason he deliberately kept some distance was not that he disliked her. On the contrary, he understood his own circumstances all too well, which was why he did not dare act recklessly. Especially now, after learning that his aptitude was utterly ordinary, it was even harder to make a move.

If she accused him of deceiving her feelings, Lu Changsheng would dare jump into the Yellow River—but he feared she would come after him for trouble. He did not care if she called him a scumbag; he simply could not withstand her getting physical.

After all, Ziyun was infatuated only with his appearance, not his inner self.

Sigh, even cultivators were vulgar.

"Junior Sister Ziyun, what brings you here today?"

There was no loss in calling her Junior Sister. Besides, Ziyun did indeed look somewhat younger than him, so there was even less to say.

"Can't I come see Senior Brother Changsheng if there's nothing wrong?" Ziyun walked into the room but did not sit down immediately, appearing somewhat reserved.

"Sit." Lu Changsheng promptly invited her over, then personally brewed tea for her. "I heard that the Langya Holy Realm is about to open. Shouldn't Junior Sister be making preparations?"

Lu Changsheng spoke first, opening the conversation.

Ziyun took a seat. After lifting the teacup and savoring its fragrance, she said, "The Langya Holy Realm is indeed a major matter, but there is no need to rush cultivation for these one or two days. And precisely because the Langya Holy Realm is imminent, I wanted to come see Senior Brother. If I fail to return, would I not regret it for the rest of my life?"

"Do not speak nonsense. Junior Sister's magic power is formidable, and you are a dragon and phoenix among people, blessed by fortune. How could you possibly fail to return?"

Lu Changsheng immediately spoke up, even with a faint hint of displeasure, lightly rebuking her like an elder brother.

If anyone else had rebuked her like this, the woman before him would likely have flown into a rage at once. But coming from Lu Changsheng, True Person Ziyun was not angry in the slightest. Instead, delight flashed through her eyes, and she looked at Lu Changsheng again. "Senior Brother Changsheng, if I truly could not return, would you miss me?"

Fine, a very clichéd question.

Although he had not dated much in his previous life, Lu Changsheng had at least not been picky about what he read. He read fantasy novels and romance novels alike, so naturally, he knew how to say a few cheesy sweet nothings.

"I would!"

Lu Changsheng answered very seriously.

When it came to matters of life and death, Lu Changsheng remained very steady.

Besides, thinking about it wouldn't kill him. And since she had personally asked him like this, if he still acted aloof, wouldn't that be a little lacking in fellowship?

But to Ziyun, Lu Changsheng's answer filled her with delight.

She had never expected that the man she loved would miss her.

Though it was only that he missed her, that was enough.

Warmth bloomed in Ziyun's heart. She then spread open her slender hand, white as mutton-fat jade, and soon a lotus radiating five colors appeared.

This was the Five-Colored Golden Lotus.

Its roots were golden, while the lotus itself bore five colors—hence the name Five-Colored Golden Lotus.

Lu Changsheng recognized what it was at a glance.

Over the past three years, while cultivating with his head down, Lu Changsheng had also crammed a great deal of information about cultivation, including knowledge of this item.

Even the Great Luo Holy Land could not produce something like this.

How could Junior Sister Ziyun possibly possess it?

Lu Changsheng was stunned.

And besides...

What did this mean?

Was she giving it to him?

Was she asking him to live off a woman?

Wasn't this an insult?

Was Lu Changsheng that kind of man?

Thought after thought flashed through his mind, but soon, Junior Sister Ziyun's voice rang out.