Ren Qing was extremely wary of romantic luck and repeatedly confirmed that his Dao heart had not been affected.
In his view, relying on his bargain-bin father to temper his Dao heart was enough. Even after his little sister was born, she would not interfere with his continued cultivation.
After all, he could extricate himself at any time-passing through a myriad of blossoms without a single petal clinging to him.
Getting entangled in romantic luck was another matter. One careless moment could mean death and the destruction of his Dao.
Ren Qing nodded inwardly. Fortunately, he had acted decisively. A mere woman would only affect his Dao heart; eliminating the trouble ahead of time had instead left his thoughts clear and unobstructed.
Mm.
In a certain sense, romantic luck was not entirely a bad thing.
Perhaps a few more encounters would allow his Dao heart to advance even further!
"Cough, cough, cough."
Ren Qing began coughing violently. The three violent deaths and his physical body had already reached a delicate equilibrium, while untreated illness's effect on his Dao heart had been reduced to a minimum.
He felt that his weakness was only superficial. In fact, he was in better condition than ever.
Of course, in the eyes of the Seven Immortals of the Temple, the Immortal Master could breathe his last at any moment, as though a passing breeze would extinguish his vitality. The Seven Immortals of the Temple did not even dare show themselves. They wanted to cry but had no tears.
"With... the Immortal Master's deep foundations, this should be just like before. We simply lack the discernment to see it. Presumably... his body and soul will stabilize before long."
"Lack discernment? His vitality is already so dim. Could he be cultivating some Dao lineage?"
They could detect