When Lu Dongbin saw Chun Ying inexplicably come to kill him, then inexplicably flee again, he was still wondering about it when a realization suddenly flashed through his mind. Could this be Han Zhongli's test?
Having gone through so many trials, he had long since seen through the purpose behind some of them.
He had also heard that Han Zhongli would test him ten times. Counting them up, this should have been the tenth. At once, he cried out joyfully, "I can finally become an immortal!"
As he spoke, he was about to go find Han Zhongli and have him guide him into immortality.
As he walked, he suddenly ran into Ling Qing, who had finished discussing the Dao and was returning home, as well as He Xiangu, who had seen him back.
"Fourth Brother, over here!" He waved and called out to Ling Qing. "Over here! I passed the trial."
Ling Qing and He Xiangu exchanged a glance and asked, "That quickly? Wukong only left a moment ago, and the test is already over?"
He Xiangu calculated with her fingers and said, "No. He has still only passed nine trials."
The art of divination was not omnipotent. Unless immortals had an absolute disparity in cultivation realms, they could not calculate each other's fortunes.
Wukong's cultivation was unimaginably higher than He Xiangu's, so naturally she could not tell whether Wukong had completed his test.
But she could determine whether Lu Dongbin had undergone all his trials.
After all, Lu Dongbin's current realm was still far too lacking in her eyes.
"Isn't this Miss Xiugu?" Lu Dongbin cried out in surprise when he saw He Xiangu.
Then his gaze traveled back and forth between Ling Qing and He Xiangu, and he smiled meaningfully. "So that's how it is..."
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