Considering It, Please? Taking Her Back as a Cauldron Might Be Nice Too

Lu Bei carried Master Zhengqing out of the void, mulling over how the Little Monk had such a good master—not only highly cultivated, but also wealthy and fiercely protective of his disciple. Unlike him, his Cheap Master had kicked up his legs and vanished, leaving no clue where he had gone off to enjoy himself.

Jealousy twisted people's faces. Lu Bei immediately felt unbalanced.

Why!

Why did the Little Monk have a master standing in front of him, allowing him to cultivate in peace without worrying about wind or rain, while Lu Bei had nothing? Every step along the path of cultivation left behind a bloody footprint etched with a story.

He had been in Unity of Heaven and Man for thirty-three whole days. He had aligned his upper body with Heaven's will and his lower body with the Great Dao of Yin Yang. His spiritual realm was surging by the day, and the red scarf on his chest was becoming ever more vivid. Could he swallow this grievance?

No way!

Besides, even if he could endure it, he still couldn't. Otherwise, wouldn't all those unlucky bastards have bled for nothing?

Even for the sake of all those unlucky bastards who had fallen at his feet, he had to drag Gu Zongchen into the water.

The cultivators from the Xuanlong side gathered around. Seeing that Master Zhengqing had been captured, Zhao Yixian and the others were overjoyed and sent forth a continuous stream of flattery. They praised his peerless talent and said he was unmatched throughout history, forcefully blowing Lu Bei into Qi Lijing.

"Not at all, not at all. You're going a little overboard. You can't take jokes seriously. Just this once—don't say it again in the future. After all, the previous sect master was still quite a bit