Early the next morning.
Bai Lin no longer wore her hair in braids. Instead, she had gathered it into a bun, marking the change in her status.
When she looked at Li Ping, there was now a measure of happiness in her eyes alongside her admiration.
"Senior," she called softly.
Seemingly recalling the scenes from last night, she immediately flushed crimson again.
Li Ping smiled and drew her into his arms. "Don't call me Senior. From now on, you can call me Brother Ping, or husband."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the girl in his arms obediently changed her form of address. "Brother Ping."
Stroking the girl in his arms, Li Ping fell into thought.
Whatever happened, he would never leave behind any offspring.
The cultivation world abounded with extraordinary talents, and its unorthodox arts and sinister techniques were beyond counting. Among them were bizarre secret arts that could use a cultivator's bloodline to concoct poisons designed specifically to kill them.
Li Ping was an orphan; the parents of this body had died long ago.
He no longer had any close blood relatives in this world.
One could say that Li Ping possessed a unique advantage when it came to evading lethal spells that targeted bloodlines.
How could he possibly leave behind offspring and give himself a weakness?
Several more months passed before Master Hu came to visit again.
At his first sight of Bai Lin, he paused, then broke into a smile. "Congratulations, fellow Daoist."
"Oh, and this bottle of pills is a gift for you. I imagine it will give you quite a boost." Master Hu winked and handed Li Ping a bottle of red pills.
Li Ping voiced his refusal, yet his hands moved with astonishing speed as he tucked the pills into his