However, since the other party sincerely apologized, he wouldn't put on airs and make things difficult for them.
Han Xuanji sighed softly, her tone calm yet sincere:
Get up, I forgive you.
Hun Hao's body trembled, and he slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with surprise.
He had thought Han Xuanji take the opportunity to ridicule him, or at least give him the cold shoulder and embarrass him.
Unexpectedly, the other party forgave them so easily.
"Brother Han, you..."
Hun Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked by something.
Han Xuanji waved his hand and said calmly:
"Let bygones be bygones. Focus on your spiritual practice and don't concern yourself with those trivial matters anymore. Put your mind on the right path."
These words were spoken casually, even carrying a tone of an elder lecturing a younger person.
But Hun Hao found every word to be precious.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous his previous mockery had been.
Han Xuanji wasn't "unworthy of her reputation," but rather she simply didn't bother arguing with them.
Their hearts are filled with spiritual practice, the Great Way, and a broader world.
And yet, these same people are still scheming and plotting against each other for the smallest of gains...
The difference in quality is immediately apparent.
Thank you, Brother Han.
Hun Hao cupped his hands in a respectful gesture again, this time with genuine sincerity in his voice:
"From this day forward, I, Hun Hao, will never again speak ill of Brother Han, nor will I do anything to harm him. If I break this vow, may I be condemned to a lifetime of imprisonment!"
He spoke with unwavering resolve, his eyes filled with determination.
Han Xuanji nodded and said nothing more.
He simply suggested respecting other people's fates.
If the other party doesn't want to change and just coasts along, he won't lose anything, and it has nothing to do with him.
On the outskirts of the crowd, Wang Lin glanced over indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips. He then turned and walked unhurriedly into the distance.
He arrived with great fanfare, but left without a sound.
It has a sense of "leaving without a trace after accomplishing the task, concealing one's merits and fame."
Several sharp-eyed cultivators noticed Wang Lin's departure, whispered a few words, but dared not say anything more.
This young master of the Wang Household is just like that; no one can figure him out.
Han Xuanji withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Ping.
" Wang Ping, how have you been lately?"
Wang Ping grinned, a hint of smugness in his eyes:
"Brother Han, I went back and pleaded with my father for days, and he finally agreed to let me give it a try."
"Oh?"
Han Xuanji became somewhat interested.
And the result?
"My father found me a renowned master who specializes in weapon crafting and combat artifacts."
Wang Ping became more and more excited as he spoke, "My teacher said I do have some talent in this area, and I learned it incredibly quickly, much better than my dad expected."
As he spoke, he scratched his head, somewhat uncertainly:
"I just don't know... if the teacher praised me like that because of my dad."
Han Xuanji glanced at him, her tone becoming more serious:
"The fact that you managed to get your father to agree means you've truly achieved something."
Believe in yourself, and don't underestimate yourself.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with gratitude:
"Brother Han, thank you."
Why thank me?
"If you hadn't woken me up back then, I'd still be stubbornly clinging to that unsuitable path."
Wang Ping said seriously, "I've taken your words to heart."
Han Xuanji smiled, not taking credit. "I was just saying it casually. How far you go depends entirely on your own fate."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Han Xuanji took his leave.
See you later.
See you later!
Wang Ping cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and watched Han Xuanji leave.
Hun Hao and several members of the Soul Household quickly followed, surrounding Han Xuanji as they headed towards the Soul Household's location.
Throughout the journey, Hun Hao didn't say much, but he stayed by Han Xuanji's side the whole time, his eyes full of respect, looking exactly like Han Xuanji's little brother.
Several members of the Soul Household chatted amongst themselves, vying to strike up a conversation with Han Xuanji, their words filled with flattery.
Han Xuanji responded half-heartedly, her steps never faltering, but in her mind she was already planning her arrangements for when she returned.
Before long, the group arrived at the gate of the Soul Household.
The guards at the gate bowed deeply upon seeing Han Xuanji, their eyes filled with awe.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly and walked straight into the courtyard.
Hun Hao and the others tactfully dispersed, not wanting to disturb them any further.
Han Xuanji returned to his cave abode, took out a communication jade talisman, and began to check the information.
The jade talisman was filled with countless unread messages.
There were congratulatory messages from Hun Qianxue, Hun Qianling, and several elders of the Soul Household; these were all acquaintances of his.
Han Xuanji read it patiently and replied thoughtfully.
He also replied to the other elders he knew, his words brief but sincere.
As for those who suddenly appeared to offer their congratulations, Han Xuanji glanced at them, put down the jade talisman, and ignored them.
I don't know how these people got his contact information.
It seems to have been added at the banquet.
It's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow.
These people are just trying to curry favor with him because he's currently riding high; they're not worth the effort.
The jade talisman had barely been placed down when it lit up again.
Han Xuanji picked it up and saw it was a message from Hun Qianling.
Before he could react, the jade talisman began to vibrate violently, and then a beam of light shot out from the talisman, condensing into a palm-sized virtual figure in front of him.
It was the image of Hun Qianling.
This is a common form of "projection communication" in the Eternal Continent. Although it is not as effective as face-to-face conversation, it is much more genuine than simple message exchanges.
The virtual character, Hun Qianling, stood with her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to interrogate someone.
" Han Xuanji! Why are you back so soon? The Five Elements Altar is such a wonderful place, why didn't you spend more time studying it?"
Han Xuanji looked at the grotesque little figure and couldn't help but smile:
"I've grasped most of it. All that's left is to cultivate and digest it properly. There's no need to stay there any longer."
"Is that enough?"
Hun Qianling tilted her head, the virtual figure's brows furrowed, clearly not understanding.
In her understanding, the cultivation of the Dao of Principle is by no means something that can be accomplished overnight.
Those cultivators who seek to comprehend the Power of Principle, which of their seclusions isn't a hundred or a thousand years?
Some people even sit in one place for tens of thousands of years, just to comprehend the mystery of a single Principle.
How long has Han Xuanji been gone?
All told, it only took a few dozen days.
He's almost completely grasped the essence of the Five Elements Altar's tradition in just a few dozen days?
Hun Qianling felt something was amiss the more she thought about it, but then she realized that Han Xuanji had indeed ascended the Five Elements Heavenly Stairway Ladder, a real achievement that couldn't be faked.
Could it be... that he's really already sorted it out?
Hun Qianling pondered for a moment, then decided to stop thinking about it.
Anyway, Han Xuanji has plenty of strange things about him, so one more won't make a difference.