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Dao Book
Qingcheng Ruoxue seemed somewhat entranced as well. Her bright, limpid eyes held a faint gleam, like a young girl slightly drunk. Wan Songxiao was similarly absorbed in the Dao, but he appeared much more composed and calm. He had probably experienced hearing the Dao before and could control himself with ease.
My resistance to the sound of the Dao was inferior to Qingcheng Ruoxue's. It was as though someone had poured fine wine and delicacies into me—I wanted more even after having tasted them. Moreover, the Heaven-Calamity Fortune within me seemed to stir, faintly conveying an intent to send a message. When this book had been opened, it had been completely blank, without a single word, yet Yuan Ci had said it was something that defied the heavens. And just as he said, this book had also changed my fortune!
Could it be that after hearing the Dao, this book was about to undergo some kind of mutation too? Would its contents manifest? But right now, we were like three hemp poles fighting a wolf, each wary of the others. Although this thing was not suitable for everyone, it was ultimately an object of fortune. Qingcheng Ruoxue would not snatch it, but there was no guarantee Wan Songxiao would not! That fellow was a treacherous wretch too. Who knew whether this whole affair was a self-directed ruse, using a self-inflicted injury to trick Qingcheng Ruoxue and me?
Listening to the Dao now was undoubtedly the most dangerous time. We could listen, but absolutely could not cultivate, because there were simply too many uncertain factors. Just then, Wan Songxiao said, "Divine Sovereign Supreme, since we can hear the Dao here, was there any point in giving out so many Immortal Qi Disks?"
Qingcheng Ruoxue came to her senses