Lu Xueqi: Four Years of Bitter Cultivation, All for This Day!

Lu Xueqi: Four Years of Bitter Cultivation, All for This Day!

"Here, here, here."

With a helpless sigh, Ji Changfeng took out a Face-Fixing Pill and handed it to Tian Ling'er.

"Yay!" Tian Ling'er happily threw herself into Su Ru's arms after receiving the Face-Fixing Pill, beaming as she said, "Mother, I have one too!"

Su Ru smiled gently.

Qi Hao alone remained stiff where he stood.

Ji Changfeng glanced at him indifferently and said, "Senior Brother Qi, you should take back the Cooling Pearl. Little Senior Sister can't accept a gift from someone as elderly as you..."

Qi Hao's expression darkened. "What do you mean by that, Junior Brother Ji?"

The surrounding senior brothers all looked over curiously.

Someone as elderly as you?

What did Seventh Junior Brother mean?

Was Qi Hao...

Really that old?

Tian Ling'er blinked and said, "Hey! Ji Changfeng, what do you mean by 'someone as elderly as you'—"

She stopped halfway through.

Ahem, Qi Hao himself was still standing right there.

But Ji Changfeng did not care. Smiling faintly, he explained to everyone, "Senior Brother Qi participated in the previous Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament, didn't he? A full sixty years have passed since then. By all rights, Senior Brother Qi should be at least seventy or eighty years old, right?"

"At that age, he could be your grandfather in the mortal world..."

Ji Changfeng directed that final remark at Tian Ling'er.

"Huh? Senior Brother Qi is already that old?"

Tian Ling'er looked at Qi Hao with utter surprise.

"I..." Qi Hao opened his mouth.

His face flushed red, and his entire body trembled. Especially when he saw Tian Ling'er looking at him as though she ought to respect the elderly, only one thought remained in his mind...

Run!

He had to get out of here!

Dazhu Peak was too terrifying!

"Ah—"

Just then, a figure suddenly flew backward into Shoujing Hall from outside.

Tian Buyi's face darkened.

But once he saw who had fallen in, his expression returned to normal.

Oh, so it was that fool Lin Jingyu?

Tian Buyi said flatly, "Eighth, what happened?"

Zhang Xiaofan hurried into Shoujing Hall from outside, clutching the Fire-Stirring Rod. He first bowed respectfully to Tian Buyi and said, "Master, this disciple was sparring with Jingyu just now and accidentally failed to hold back..."

Tian Buyi was inwardly overjoyed, but he still rebuked him on the surface. "How can you strike so heavily in a spar between fellow disciples?"

"Be more careful next time!"

The matter was dismissed with a few casual words.

Zhang Xiaofan replied respectfully, "Yes, Master."

With that, he hurried over to Lin Jingyu and helped him up.

"Jingyu, are you alright?"

Lin Jingyu was somewhat dazed.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Only upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan call to him did he come back to his senses.

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth and said, "Little Fan, your cultivation..."

"Huh?" Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head. He looked at Ji Changfeng with some admiration and said, "My natural talent isn't actually all that good. It was thanks to Seventh Senior Brother's guidance that I have my current cultivation..."

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth.

In the end, he said nothing.

He could not defeat Ji Changfeng, and now he could not even defeat Little Fan?

So among the three Caomiao Village orphans who had entered Qingyun Sect, was he, Lin Jingyu, the most useless one?!

Lin Jingyu was utterly lost.

Ji Changfeng took it all in and could not help laughing inwardly.

Zhang Xiaofan cultivated both Buddhist and Daoist arts. Even at the same Jade Pure Fifth Layer, he could crush opponents of the same realm. Not to mention, he possessed the Artifact bestowed by the Qingyun Patriarch—

The Fire-Stirring Rod, comparable to a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon!

Without the Dragon Slaying Sword, what was Lin Jingyu worth now? At most, he was merely a somewhat more talented genius.

Qi Hao noticed Lin Jingyu's dispirited appearance.

Since he himself did not want to stay any longer either, he quickly grabbed Lin Jingyu and said to Tian Buyi and Su Ru, "Uncle Tian, Aunt Su, Junior Brother Lin has finished catching up with his friend, so this disciple shall not continue disturbing you..."

Tian Buyi waved a hand casually.

He magnanimously indicated that the two defeated dogs should hurry back to Dragon Head Peak.

Qi Hao dragged Lin Jingyu away in disgrace.

For a time, Shoujing Hall returned to peace.

Holding Tian Ling'er in her arms, Su Ru looked gently at Ji Changfeng and said warmly, "Changfeng, would you like to come with me to Xiaozhu Peak later? Your Aunt Shuiyue is always hoping you'll visit."

Ever since his visit to Xiaozhu Peak four years ago,

Ji Changfeng had never gone again.

Whenever Su Ru brought Tian Ling'er back to visit, Master Shuiyue would casually ask, "Why hasn't Changfeng come?"

This left Su Ru rather surprised.

After all, in all these years, this was the first time Master Shuiyue had shown concern for a male disciple.

Ji Changfeng gently shook his head. "Master's Wife, perhaps not..."

"This disciple plans to make a trip to Tongtian Peak later, to chat with a few senior brothers there and gather some information about this Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament."

Gathering information was a lie.

Drinking with Wan Jianyi, Dao Xuan, and Cang Song was the real reason.

In any case, there was not much time left before the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament. Those who were meant to meet would meet eventually.

There was no need to rush.

After speaking, Ji Changfeng paused slightly.

He took a Face-Fixing Pill from his robes and handed it to Su Ru. "Master's Wife, please trouble yourself to pass this Face-Fixing Pill to Master Shuiyue. Consider it my apology..."

Su Ru smiled at that.

"Alright. With this Face-Fixing Pill, I doubt Senior Sister Shuiyue will have much to say about you."

The sight made all the surrounding Dazhu Peak disciples so envious that their teeth itched.

Sigh...

We want to go to Xiaozhu Peak too!

Seventh Junior Brother, if you aren't going, can't you give us the chance?!

Unfortunately, that was impossible.

Su Ru's eyes flashed as she looked sternly at the other disciples around them. "Go cultivate, all of you!"

"The Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament is almost here. When I return, I'll put you through proper training!"

As soon as she said this,

the disciples all pulled miserable faces.

"Ah? No, Master's Wife..."

Xiaozhu Peak, Moon-Gazing Platform!

At dusk, the setting sun was intoxicating.

A brilliant orange-red glow spread across the horizon, and the entire bamboo forest seemed draped in a veil of molten gold...

Whoosh!

A deep-blue streak of sword light flashed.

A maiden in white danced gracefully upon Moon-Gazing Platform. Her skirts fluttered, her skin was as fine as snow, and her peerlessly beautiful face carried a trace of coldness...

Lu Xueqi brought the Tianya Sword down.

A thread of green Sword Qi appeared across the sky, dancing like a Green Snake beneath the setting sun.

"Xueqi."

At that moment, a gentle female voice sounded from beyond Moon-Gazing Platform.

Lu Xueqi paused slightly.

She turned to look.

Wen Min stood not far away.

"Senior Sister." A faint smile appeared on the Cold Girl's face.

Wen Min smiled softly. "Xueqi, Master is calling you to Jingzhu Pavilion. Aunt Su and Junior Sister Ling'er have come..."

At those words, the Cold Girl holding the Tianya Sword immediately lit up.

Wen Min smiled lightly and added, "Junior Brother Ji didn't come..."

"Oh." The emotion in Lu Xueqi's eyes gradually settled.

She silently tightened her grip on the Heavenly Ya Divine Sword, then gazed toward Dazhu Peak and murmured inwardly, Four years of bitter cultivation, all for this day!

The Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament was near.