The Time of Parting! In Six Years, I Hadn't Even Held Her Hand!

Lin Qingmo pondered for a moment and felt that Master said made sense.

He patted his right leg and called out into his body, "Ah Yin, come out."

"You stay at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to stabilize your origin. Once your soul has settled, I will send you back to the Blue Silver Forest."

The Blue Silver Forest is the place where Ah Yin can recover her cultivation the fastest.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few wisps of pale green leaves slowly emerged from Lin Qingmo's leg bones.

The branches and leaves swayed gently in the air.

They were particularly vigilant about the Bibi Dong.

But when she turned to Lin Qingmo, a deep reluctance was evident in her expression.

Ah Yin's intelligence has recovered considerably.

She could feel the attraction of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to her.

The atmosphere here does indeed accelerate her recovery.

But she was even more worried about Lin Qingmo.

The way the Pope looked at A-Qing always made her uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, your Master won't harm you."

Lin Qingmo noticed Ah Yin's hesitation and gently comforted her, "The sooner you recover your strength, the more you can help me, right?"

Ah Yin's branches trembled slightly, and finally nodded.

She couldn't speak.

The pale green light completely detached from Lin Qingmo and fell into the soil beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Ah Yin's true form began to take root.

The slender stems and leaves grew and spread at a visible speed, quickly creating a small area of pale blue halo.

"Take care, Ah Yin."

Lin Qingmo squatted down and gently touched the tenderest leaf.

Ah Yin's leaf brushed against his palm, as if bidding a final farewell.

"Alright, let's go."

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a meaningful smile.

The light bulbs finally separated.

She turned around, her long hair swaying slightly in the rising steam from the spring.

"I'll take you back to the Shrek Academy."

"Thank you, Master!"

The two transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards Suotuo City.

Lin Qingmo glanced back at the gradually shrinking Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Ah Yin's blue aura appeared exceptionally small, yet exceptionally resilient, against the backdrop of the red and white springs.

at the same time.

The atmosphere on the Shrek Academy's Training Ground, however, was somewhat oppressive.

It has been a long time since Lin Qingmo was taken away by his mysterious Master to cultivate.

Upon receiving the news, Xiao Wu immediately went to see Dean Flender as Lin Qingmo had instructed.

Flender was holding a teacup and calculating his expenses for the month.

When Xiao Wu told him that Lin Qingmo had been taken away by his Master, he almost spat out his mouthful of tea.

"Master? That kid has Master?"

He adjusted his glasses.

Flender thought about it again and realized that with Lin Qingmo's freakish talent and strength, it seemed reasonable for him to have a powerful Master.

I just don't know what level his Master is at.

Soul Douluo?

Or even higher?

"Alright, since it's his Master's picking him up, it must be for his own good."

Flender finally waved his hand.

"Don't worry too much, just keep training."

That's what they say.

But the atmosphere on the Training Ground has changed.

When Lin Qingmo was around, the girls were tired, but they always had a strange kind of motivation.

After all, nobody wants to be left too far behind by that prodigy.

But now that he's not here, although training hasn't stopped, it always feels like something's missing.

Especially Xiao Wu.

This girl gets up before dawn to train, and the intensity of her training is more than twice what it used to be.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong felt sorry for him because of his daily meditative practice, physical training, and Soft Technique.

"Xiao Wu, take a rest."

Ning Rongrong handed her the water bottle, looking at her with concern.

"A-Qing is just going to cultivate; it's not like she's never coming back."

"I know."

Xiao Wu took the water bottle, tilted her head back and took a few gulps, sweat sliding down her fair neck.

"I just... don't want to fall too far behind."

She clenched her fists, her eyes resolute.

A-Qing is already so strong, yet she's still desperately trying to become stronger.

How could she slack off?

Zhu Zhuqing silently walked to her side without saying a word.

I simply and quietly began to accompany her through the next set of physical training.

Ning Rongrong looked at the two of them, bit her lip, and followed them.

The three girls competed with each other, yet also supported one another.

Training efficiency actually improved significantly.

But the other three boys were annoying.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar seemed to have found some kind of "opportunity" and began to shamelessly pester the three girls.

Tang San would frequently strike up a conversation with Xiao Wu, using the excuse of being "old friends" or "six years of classmates."

Today they give you a carrot, tomorrow a small piece of jewelry, and the day after that they say something like, "It reminds me of my time at the Nuoding Academy."

Even though Xiao Wu rejected him every time, he remained persistent.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at his feigned affection.

Dai Mubai still hasn't given up on Zhu Zhuqing.

He followed her around every day, uttering all sorts of words of repentance.

The phrases like "I was a jerk before" and "Give me a chance" are so greasy they could fill a whole stir-fry.

Oscar then made Sausage for Ning Rongrong in various creative ways.

Today they add honey, tomorrow they add juice, and every now and then they utter some awkward, self-proclaimed romantic phrases.

For example, "Ning Rongrong, you're like this Sausage, haunting my dreams."

Ugh~

As a result, Ning Rongrong would mock him with the same look she gave him when he was mentally challenged.

For example, right now.

"Xiao Wu, these are carrots I specially found for you. They're very sweet, try some."

Training break.

Tang San then held up a fresh, juicy carrot and blocked Xiao Wu's path.

He wore what he thought was a gentle smile.

Xiao Wu didn't even look at him, and turned to leave.

"Xiao Wu, we've known each other for six years, do you hate me that much?"

Tang San's voice carried a hint of grievance.

"Can Lin Qingmo understand you better than I do?"

Xiao Wu paused in her steps.

She turned around, her pink eyes already blazing with anger.

Just as she was about to yell at this annoying person to get rid of them—

"Little Scumbag, I've only been gone a few days and you're already trying to steal my girlfriend? You think you're so great?"

A familiar yet teasing voice came from the entrance of the Training Ground.

Xiao Wu suddenly turned around.

Lin Qingmo was leaning against the wooden door of the Training Ground.

His hair was a bit longer than when he left.

Her deep blue hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

His face still wore that ambiguous, half-smiling expression.

But when his gaze swept over Tang San, it was as cold as ice.

"A-Qing!"

All impatience and resentment vanished in that moment.

Xiao Wu pounced like a rabbit that had finally found its home.

She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Lin Qingmo's neck, and kissed him without hesitation.

The soft, warm touch startled Lin Qingmo for a moment.

He quickly realized what was happening and wrapped his arms around Xiao Wu's slender waist, deepening the kiss.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, bathing them in a golden glow.

Dust on the Training Ground floated slowly in the beam of light, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, their cheeks slightly flushed as they turned their heads, but couldn't help but steal glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

I felt inexplicably empty inside, and a little envious.

And Tang San...

The carrot in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

His face turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

That feeling was worse than being beaten up by Zhao Wuji, and more desperate than failing to absorb Spirit Ring!

Watching the two passionately kissing.

The shock in his eyes was gradually swallowed by jealousy, and finally turned into an almost overflowing resentment.

Six years!

He had known Xiao Wu for six years and had watched over her for six years, yet he had never even held her hand.

What makes Lin Qingmo so special?