Two Places of Lovesickness

This night, Ling Tian slept very comfortably. After extreme exhaustion, being able to sleep in a bed was a happy thing, and he had a dream. In his dream, he dreamt of Hua Min'er, who was no longer crying and was laughing. He smiled in his sleep too, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly, a happy smile, sweet, faint, and fleeting.

The next morning, Ling Tian woke up from his dream. A faint sense of longing arose spontaneously, and gradually this longing grew stronger and stronger. For the first time, Ling Tian understood that there was such a feeling in the world: sweet, full of happiness and anticipation. This feeling was mysterious, and Ling Tian wanted to grasp it, but it always slipped away, playing hide-and-seek with him.

"Heh heh, this feeling isn't bad either. I wonder when I can go see Min'er?" Ling Tian's lips curved upwards slightly, as he tried hard to recall the taste of the dream, muttering to himself.

Not long after, Ling Yun came out of his bedroom and into the courtyard. A gust of cool breeze hit him in the face, and Ling Tian felt refreshed and invigorated, as if even the flowers, grass, birds, and insects seemed happier than before.

"Tian'er, you can go cultivate by yourself today. You already know how to cultivate and where to cultivate." Ling Yun also came out soon after and saw Ling Tian, who was full of energy. As someone who had been through it, how could he not know why Ling Tian was like this?

"Okay, I know, Father." Ling Tian replied cheerfully, not even noticing his own spirited and joyous expression.

"Go on, you kid." Ling Yun chuckled inwardly, his long robes swirling as he gestured for Ling Tian to go cultivate.

"Okay, here I go!" Ling Tian shouted and flew away, Ling Yun's hearty laughter echoing behind him.

Along the way, Ling Tian was conflicted. He was engaged in an intense internal struggle:

"Should I go see Hua Min'er? She's on Qingdie Peak. I wonder if that silly girl is crying again?" Ling Tian felt a slight pang in his heart at this thought.

"Maybe not. She just joined Qingdie Peak, and she'll probably have a lot to do. If I go find her, I might disturb her." Ling Tian quickly overturned his previous decision.

"I wonder if she misses me. I seem to miss her a little. Do I really like her?" Ling Tian's face flushed at this thought, but his heart couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"I should cultivate my Spiritual Sense first. By then, she'll probably be familiar with life on Qingdie Peak, and everything should be stable. I'll go see her then." In the end, Ling Tian made a difficult decision and then sped towards Qingming Peak.

On Qingdie Peak, in a grand yet agilely beautiful Great Hall.

Hua Min'er was participating in her initiation ceremony, but her mind was wandering slightly.

"I wonder what Brother Ling Tian is doing. Does he miss me?" Hua Min'er thought of Ling Tian holding her yesterday, and a faint blush crept onto her delicate face.

What Hua Min'er didn't know was that Ling Tian was currently wondering if she was thinking of him. It had to be said that the two had a certain telepathic connection.

At this moment, Hua Min'er was no longer the same as yesterday. Her slightly tattered clothes had been replaced with the standard uniform of a Qingdie Peak disciple. A white dress was embroidered with a few fluttering butterflies. Her delicate face was no longer sallow but fair with a hint of blush, making her appear as agile as a butterfly and as beautiful as jade.

"I wonder when Brother Ling Tian will come to see me. This is the first time I've wanted to see someone like this." Hua Min'er's thoughts drifted again, her mind filled with the image of Ling Tian, handsome as jade and warm as light.

"Junior Sister, the ceremony is about to begin. Don't get distracted." A handsome woman next to Hua Min'er saw her spacing out and carefully tugged at Hua Min'er's collar.

"Huh? What? Oh, I know. Thank you, Senior Sister." Hua Min'er felt her collar tighten slightly and snapped back to attention. She couldn't help but shiver, her mind in a fluster, speaking incoherently, her cheeks flushing even redder.

"Are you missing some handsome Senior Brother? Look at you, acting like a lovesick girl, aren't you ashamed? Heh heh." The woman wrinkled her delicate nose, making a playful face, extremely cute, teasing Hua Min'er.

"No, no." Hua Min'er's heart pounded like a drum, as if a huge secret of hers had been discovered. She answered hastily, but her expression had already betrayed her.

"Still saying no? Your face is as red as an apple, heh heh." The woman continued to tease Hua Min'er, her charming smile making her look very lovable.

"Quiet!" Ye Feidie, seated at the head of the Great Hall, glared with her phoenix eyes, exuding a certain authority.

The woman stuck out her nimble, fragrant tongue and then fell silent. Hua Min'er next to her finally let out a long sigh of relief, secretly grateful to the Peak Master for the unintentional rescue. Everyone else also fell silent, and the vast Great Hall became as quiet as a tomb.

Hua Min'er's initiation ceremony officially began.

In the "Orange Spirit Mist Sea" on Qingming Peak, Ling Tian sat cross-legged. Mist swirled around him. At this moment, his face was covered in a dense layer of water droplets, indistinguishable between condensation from the mist sea and his sweat. His expression showed deep fatigue, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"I feel like I could break through at any moment, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't break through that last layer of paper. Sigh, why is this happening?" Ling Tian was extremely frustrated. His face was pale, and he was panting continuously.

"Could I have hit a bottleneck?" Ling Tian's face was full of disbelief. His father had told him that cultivation had bottlenecks, and if a bottleneck couldn't be fully comprehended, then cultivation would not advance at all.

"It shouldn't be, right?" Ling Tian was somewhat uncertain, as he had never heard of encountering a bottleneck at such a low cultivation level. Cultivators usually encountered bottlenecks when they reached higher cultivation levels and needed to comprehend the Great Dao of heaven and earth and then verify it.

"Huh, I almost forgot. Father said he had something to tell me before I started cultivating. Could it be related to my Mental Cultivation not advancing?" Ling Tian suddenly remembered his father's words and slapped his own forehead. This thought became even stronger.

"Father, oh Father, do you have to do this every time? Hmph hmph." Ling Tian pouted slightly. He had fallen for his father's tricks in this regard several times.

"Alas, I'll have to produce Spiritual Sense a little later. Seeing Min'er will be even later." Thinking of this, Ling Tian gave a bitter smile, his longing growing even more intense.

"Fortunately, my Mental Power can still grow. Otherwise, this trip would have been in vain." Ling Tian hadn't come here for nothing; his Mental Power was growing rapidly.

"Next, I should still focus on condensing and compressing my Mental Power." Ling Tian knew that even among people with the same Mental Cultivation, their Mental Power would differ. Some people's was condensed and solid, while others' was far inferior.

With that thought, Ling Tian formed hand seals and began to condense and compress his Mental Power according to his father's method.

Time flies when cultivating, but this time Ling Tian had learned his lesson and was secretly keeping track of time. When the crescent moon rose, he stopped cultivating and returned to Qingyou Peak.

"Father, is there something you forgot to tell me?" Ling Tian pouted his lips high at dinner, his expression extremely displeased. Of course, this was all an act.

"Is there?" Ling Yun feigned ignorance, a smile evident in his eyes.

"There clearly is, otherwise why do I always feel like I can't produce Spiritual Sense? Hmph hmph." Ling Tian was even more displeased, and he looked to Humei, his mother, for help.

Humei looked at Ling Tian with affection, her fox tail lightly brushing Ling Yun, her expression full of playful reproach.

"Heh heh, he was too impatient and forgot to ask me." Ling Yun chuckled sheepishly, subtly moving away Humei's tickling fox tail as he spoke.

"Father, tell me quickly, please." Ling Tian grabbed his father's clothes and began to act spoiled.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. Honestly, what did you have to learn to act spoiled from your mother?" Ling Yun felt overwhelmed and quickly compromised.

Ling Tian was overjoyed and quickly stopped, listening attentively.