Outside the Great Desolation Monument, cheers continued.
Luo Heng held Ying Huanhuan's hand as they stood on the green rock in front of the monument, bathed in countless gazes.
Those gazes held admiration, envy, amazement, and heartbreak; among the Heavenly Hall disciples, many wore expressions as if they had swallowed a bitter pill.
But Luo Heng didn't care about any of that.
His gaze swept over Lin Dong, who was still enveloped in the pillar of light, and lingered for a moment.
Dongzi is still trying to comprehend it. Whether he can gain the recognition of the Monument Spirit depends on himself; no one can help with this.
However, Luo Heng was not worried. With Lin Dong's talent and the assistance of the Ancestral Stone, it was only a matter of time before he passed the test. In addition, he mentioned that if the Monument Spirit did not give it to him, it would also be in trouble in the future, since it would need to use the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.
As for Pang Tong, Jiang Hao, Fang Yun, and Song Zhou, Luo Heng glanced at them and then looked away.
It wasn't that he looked down on them, but rather that comprehending the Great Desolation Scripture wasn't something that could be achieved through cultivation and effort alone; it required opportunity and the recognition of the Monument Spirit. And the Monument Spirit was currently busy observing Lin Dong and suppressing the Yimo, so it had no time to pay attention to them.
Luo Heng withdrew his gaze, turned around and bowed to Ying Xuanzi and the others, saying, " Sect Master, Elders, Hall Master, this disciple will take his leave now."
Ying Xuanzi nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and said, "Go, and consolidate your knowledge diligently. The Great Desolation Scripture is profound and extensive; do not slacken your efforts."
"This disciple understands," Luo Heng replied.
Then, he took Ying Huanhuan's hand, and the two of them moved swiftly, heading towards Luo Peak's direction.
Behind them, the cheers that echoed across the mountains and fields gradually faded into the distance.
As Luo Heng left, the disciples who had been watching began to disperse, and large crowds retreated. Most of them had come for Luo Heng, and now that their master had left, they knew it was time for them to return to their cultivation. Thus, the once crowded mountain gradually returned to its empty state.
"Let's go, let's go back to cultivate. The Hall Examination is in three months, we can't slack off anymore."
"That's true, it's related to the ranking of the Four Halls, and I don't want to hold them back."
"Yes, yes, the Hall Examination is coming soon, we need to hurry up and cultivate."
"Senior Brother Luo Heng is already so strong and still works so hard, what reason do we have to slack off?"
"That's right, let's go back and cultivate!"
Amidst the chatter, the disciples left in twos and threes, their eyes brimming with unprecedented Gan Jin.
Luo Heng's performance was like a shot in the arm for everyone.
But quite a few people stayed.
Chen Zhen and Wu Dao did not leave. They sat cross-legged on the high platform, their gazes fixed on the five pillars of light, their expressions calm. These were disciples of their Desolate Hall. Others could leave, but they could not; this was their attitude.
Gu Mo didn't leave either. He sat on a rock in the distance, his eyes slightly closed, his Spiritual Power constantly surrounding the Great Desolation Monument, watching Lin Dong's every move.
That kid has good talent; I taught him for a while and could sense his extraordinary abilities.
The elders did not leave either. They stood on high ground, talking in hushed tones, occasionally glancing at Lin Dong with a hint of inquiry in their eyes.
"I heard that Lin Dong came from the Great Flame Dynasty with Luo Heng?" an elder asked.
"Yes, the two are brothers and have an excellent relationship." Another elder nodded.
"Anyone who can be valued by Luo Heng must be extraordinary."
Let's wait and see.
Luo Peak.
The two landed on the edge of the cliff at the summit. Ying Huanhuan had just steadied herself and before she could react, Luo Heng had already turned around, put an arm around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Hmm--"
Ying Huanhuan guard, Ying Huanhuan let out a muffled groan.
Her body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed, her hands climbing up Luo Heng's neck to return his kiss.
This wasn't their first kiss. Since they officially became a couple over half a month ago, Luo Heng had kissed her countless times, and her kissing skills, which were initially awkward and clumsy, had improved steadily under Luo Heng's guidance.
Ying Huanhuan closed her eyes, feeling Luo Heng's lips, his tongue, and the warmth of his hands.
Luo Heng's hands weren't still either, gently stroking her back, then slowly sliding down to her waist, his fingers slipping under her clothes and touching the skin on her side.
Ying Huanhuan's body trembled slightly, but she did not dodge.
She was already used to Luo Heng's handsy attitude. This guy was never the honest type, and he hadn't progressed too quickly, only stopping at kissing and caressing, so she didn't resist.
Luo Heng's hand caressed her waist, feeling the delicate and smooth texture. Huanhuan's skin was beautiful, like the finest silk, making it irresistible to touch.
The two kissed for a long time before slowly separating.
Ying Huanhuan's face was flushed, her eyes were moist, her lips were slightly swollen, and she exuded an indescribable charm.
She leaned against Luo Heng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace welling up inside her.
" Brother Heng," she called softly.
"Um."
"You held my hand in front of so many people just now, my dad saw it all." Ying Huanhuan's voice carried a hint of reproach, but more than that, it was filled with an undeniable sweetness.
"So what if he sees it?" Luo Heng smiled and continued, "Your dad's not going to eat me."
"That's not necessarily true," Ying Huanhuan snorted, "My dad loves me the most. If you dare to bully me, he definitely won't let you get away with it."
Luo Heng lowered his head and kissed her forehead, saying, "I cherish you so much, how could I possibly bully you?"
Ying Huanhuan's face turned even redder. She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "You're so glib."
"I'm telling the truth." Luo Heng smiled, then changed the subject, saying, "Oh, by the way, there's another cultivation technique I need to pass on to you."
Ying Huanhuan looked up, blinked, and asked, "Anything else?"
"Hmm." Luo Heng nodded and said, " The Two Forms Yin Yang Technique is about the same grade as the Great Teleportation Technique and the Heavenly Origin Soul Refining Art."
Ying Huanhuan opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she no longer knew what to say.
The Great Teleportation Technique, the Heavenly Origin Soul Refining Art, the Five Elements Creation Palm, and now another technique Two Forms Yin Yang Technique, has arrived.
Just how many treasures does this guy have?
"Don't tell me you have more," Ying Huanhuan asked tentatively.
Luo Heng thought for a moment and said, "There are a few more, but you can't learn them yet. We'll talk about them when you reach a higher level."
Ying Huanhuan fell silent.
She suddenly had a feeling that Luo Heng himself was a walking treasure trove; anything he casually pulled out was enough to drive the entire Eastern Xuan Region crazy.
"How do you possess so many powerful martial arts techniques?" she couldn't help but ask.
Luo Heng smiled and said, "It was by chance that I met some seniors, and they gave it to me."
He was telling the truth, but some of those "predecessors" were real, such as Qing Zhi and Wu Zong, while others were given to him by the system.
Ying Huanhuan didn't press the matter. Everyone has their own secrets, and Luo Heng's willingness to pass on so many cultivation techniques to her was already the greatest sign of his trust in her.
"Let's begin," she said.
Luo Heng extended his finger and touched her brow.
A torrent of information flooded into Ying Huanhuan's mind, and the cultivation methods, energy circulation routes, and core principles of the Two Forms Yin Yang Technique appeared in her consciousness one by one.
Two Forms Sword Array, Two Forms Shield Armor, Two Forms Escape Technique, Yin-Yang Force Separation, Yin-Yang Reversal, Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Seal, Two Forms Domain...
Ying Huanhuan closed her eyes, processing the information.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with shock.
The quality of this cultivation technique was higher than she had imagined, even surpassing the Heavenly Emperor Scripture she was practicing.
The Heavenly Emperor Scripture is the most precious and rare scripture in the Heavenly Hall, a martial arts technique of the Heavenly Martial Arts level, and one of the strongest martial arts of the Dao Sect. She has cultivated it for so many years and knows its power very well.
Although she hadn't started practicing this Two Forms Yin Yang Technique yet, she knew from the profound mysteries revealed in the information that its grade was definitely above that of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture.
"Stop looking. Its grade is indeed higher than the cultivation technique you're practicing." Luo Heng saw through her thoughts and continued casually, "It doesn't require yin-yang intercourse, so the cultivation is a bit slower, but it should still be a bit stronger than your current technique."
Ying Huanhuan's face instantly turned red, from her neck all the way to her ears.
"What... what did you say?" Her voice trembled.
"I said, no need for yin-yang union, cultivation will be slower." Luo Heng repeated, looking at her with a smile, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ying Huanhuan bit her lip, glared at him, and said in embarrassment and annoyance, "You did that on purpose!"
"What did you mean by 'deliberately'?" Luo Heng asked innocently.
"Deliberately... deliberately said that word!" Ying Huanhuan's voice grew softer and softer, the last two words almost inaudible.