This was not Han Xiangzi's first time trying to guide Han Yu across. He had already tried seven times before.
The most recent time had been when Han Yu, acting on the Son of Heaven's orders, prayed for rain but received none. Xiangzi had helped her obtain rain, then knelt and begged her to cultivate the Dao.
Yet, just like in her previous life, Han Yu in this life was every bit as stubborn, adamantly refusing.
Helpless, Xiangzi had no choice but to leave. This time, however, he had finally seen results.
At the very least, she could now display her arts before guests, and she had also taken an interest in divination.
When those two sayings came true, that would likely be the moment his merit was brought to fulfillment.
While he was occupied with guiding Han Yu across, Ling Qing and the others cultivated diligently while saving the world and guiding people.
While Lan Caihe cultivated alongside Han Xiangzi, he had also thoroughly refined away the lazy bones in his body.
Still, he had wasted far too much time, and that magical power had not been painstakingly refined by himself.
At present, he was sorting out his cultivation while diligently refining his customary Great Clapper, preparing it for vanquishing demons in the future.
Seeing that he had remained guilt-ridden over losing White Peony, Ling Qing felt rather embarrassed as well.
So he simply went to the Hundred Flowers Garden in Luoyang, gathered the baleful essence of a hundred flowers, and forged a Water-Fire Flower Basket for him to refine, lest Lan Caihe feel guilty every day and leave Ling Qing awkward as well.
Seeing this, Lan Caihe assumed Ling Qing was encouraging him to cultivate with a devout heart, and thus became even more diligent.
At the Heaven-Piercing