"Pfft!"
Wuyue couldn't help laughing. "You're just a nobody with an endless lifespan, like a thousand-year-old turtle or a ten-thousand-year-old terrapin."
Wang Xian was so angry he couldn't speak. He felt as if he'd taken ten thousand points of damage.
Wuyue continued, "Only those who endure the bitterest hardship can rise above others. Right now, you have to fight for your place among a few women! In the future, you'll have to contend with Heaven and defy fate!"
"One day, when you unleash that sword strike, even the gods and immortals will kneel at your feet!"
At that moment, Wuyue was no longer a Divine Soul clinging to life by a thread. She seemed more like an unparalleled fairy!
She wanted the boy to become invincible beneath the heavens one day!
"Can someone like me... really reach the heavens?"
Wang Xian put away his water flask and steamed buns, then said with a bitter smile, "My master was so poor he sold me to a few women. Where am I supposed to get the heavenly treasures I need to cultivate?"
"Idiot!"
Wuyue cursed, then changed tack. "Your body is far too weak. I'll have to help you forge it anew..."
At that, Wang Xian's breath caught.
It was like hearing Nalan Mingyue's voice. He'd been so terrified that he had to use an escape talisman to flee. Now, he immediately wanted to leap out of the sandpit.
"Bang!"
Before he could move, his whole body shot into the air.
He didn't know how high he flew before plummeting hard into the yellow sand. He lay sprawled there, limp, and after struggling a couple of times, howled like a dying puppy. "Yelp! Yelp!"
A smear of blood instantly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the miserable boy, Wuyue