Before he could finish speaking, he fainted again.
Looking at the unconscious boy, Wuyue let out a soft sigh.
She murmured, "So what if you were born with a spiritual body? If you hadn't run into me, those four girls would've eaten you alive by now... And what if I gave you ten ten-thousand-year-old spirit herbs?"
"Even if you spent your whole life at it, you'd be lucky to reach the Golden Core Realm. How could you help me restore my body? Forget about seeking the Dao across the heavens."
"So what if you die a few more times right now!"
She was a little bewildered, too.
Propping her chin in her hands, she stared blankly at Wang Xian.
He's fainted how many times now? By all rights, shouldn't he be getting stronger and stronger?
How did he end up fainting in front of me again? Did I hit him too hard?
Only, Wuyue had forgotten one thing: she hadn't compared Wang Xian to Dongfang Mingyue and the other three girls.
Instead, she had treated him as another version of herself.
In Old Zhang's little courtyard, Jiang Yun'er sat on a bamboo chair beneath the eaves.
Dongfang Mingyue and the other two girls had already left, saying they would search everywhere for Wang Xian. They couldn't let him run off again.
Holding a cup of tea, the little girl sat in silence for a long time.
Then she suddenly said softly, "Old man, I've made up my mind. I want to work hard at cultivation, too."
His disciple had barely returned and said a few words before having to run off again, so Old Zhang was clearly in low spirits.
Hearing this, he couldn't help asking, "Why? Didn't your mother say you had the best cultivation talent in the