Not Very Close to My Ex-Wife

Xu Qingying bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to ask, "Master! Can someone still in the Eternal Realm truly rival someone in the Great Dao Realm?!"

Her tone was much more tactful than Liu Jin's, but the content of her question was the same.

She wasn't questioning her master's judgment, but rather that the matter itself was far beyond her comprehension.

She knew Lu Qing'an better than anyone else. Of course she knew he was very strong. He had been ridiculously strong since he was in the lower realm. But being strong in the lower realm and being strong in the Hongmeng Holy Realm were two different things!

The gap between rules and the Great Dao should not be crossed!

Luo Qiushan looked at her two apprentices; one was kneeling on the ground, looking defiant, while the other stood there, looking confused.

She knew that if she didn't make things clear, these two little ones wouldn't be quiet all day.

She sighed, slightly lowering her airs as sect leader, her expression becoming frank and earnest, her tone even carrying a hint of self-deprecating bitterness. "Alright, I'll tell you the truth."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xu Qingying and Liu Jin, before saying, slowly and deliberately, "I can't beat your Uncle Lu."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in the Sect Master's Hall!

Xu Qingying and Liu Jin's eyes widened almost simultaneously, their faces showing identical shock. Their mouths opened at the same time, and then the same sound burst from deep within their throats, "How is this possible?!"

The exclamations of the master and disciple echoed in the hall, causing the luminous pearl on the dome to tremble slightly.

The impact of Luo Qiushan's words was a thousand times, ten thousand times, more powerful than any previous praise!

She wasn't praising Lu Qing'an; she was admitting it herself. The sect leader of the Nether Emperor Holy Sect, a peak expert who had cultivated twenty Great Dao and was the master of the Great Dao of Darkness, couldn't defeat a cultivator in the Eternal Realm.

Li Wensong, who was hiding in the corner, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He removed his hands from his mouth, then picked up his teacup and used the lid to cover his out-of-control mouth.

His eyes shone with an unusually bright light, a light that conveyed a sense of pride and honor.

"I'm tired of saying ' Brother Lu is awesome'." He silently gave Lu Qing'an a thumbs up in his heart.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Qing'an remained seated in the rosewood chair, holding his teacup, his expression as calm as a still autumn pond.

He looked at Xu Qingying's pretty face, which was filled with shock, at her lips that opened and closed repeatedly, at the disbelief and bewilderment surging in her eyes, and the faint smile on his lips never faded.

Well, no one understands the feeling of seeing your ex-wife in a foreign land and then putting on a good show in front of her better than him.

Liu Jin knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently. This time, he didn't question them. Instead, he took a deep breath, suppressing all his shock and disbelief, and chose a more private way to express himself.

His lips didn't move, but a telepathic message was sent out silently.

"Master! Are you serious?! No matter how special he is, he's only at the Eternal Realm! While you've cultivated so many Great Dao!"

His tone no longer carried the previous offense and defiance, but instead carried a hint of urgency and earnestness that only close friends would have.

He genuinely couldn't understand it, and he truly couldn't accept it.

Master cultivated twenty Great Dao, reaching the pinnacle of the Great Dao of Darkness!

How come I can't even beat someone at the Eternal Realm?!

Even if this Eternal Realm is special or extraordinary, there should still be an insurmountable gap between the ultimate rules and the Great Dao!

He cultivated for thousands of years, and from the very first day he embarked on the path of cultivation, he was told that beneath the Great Dao, all are but ants!

But today, her master told her personally that she couldn't defeat an ant.

How could he possibly accept this?!

Luo Qiushan heard her disciple's telepathic message. Her brows relaxed slightly. This time, she was neither angry nor scolding, but rather showed a rare amount of patience.

She understood Liu Jin's feelings; if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and experienced it firsthand, she herself wouldn't have believed it.

Therefore, she was willing to explain and give her apprentice some time to process the information.

"Although it's hard to understand, you have to know that there are such special people in this world." Luo Qiushan's voice was transmitted back through telepathy, her tone calm and serious, each word seeming to be distilled from her years of accumulated experience in cultivation. "Anyway, I've already fought him, and he almost killed me instantly. That's one of the reasons why I treat him this way; he's different."

She spoke calmly, but those few words carried immense weight.

"She almost killed me instantly"—these five words coming from her mouth were more convincing than any adjective.

A peak expert who had cultivated twenty Great Dao, especially the Great Dao of Darkness with its devouring effect, was almost instantly killed by an Eternal Realm cultivator even after unleashing all the Great Dao halos and activating all the power of the Great Dao.

If she hadn't said it herself, no one else in the entire Hongmeng Holy Realm would have believed it!!!

Liu Jin stood there, completely stunned. He knelt there, his gaze unfocused, his pupils reflecting his master's serious face, yet he couldn't see anything clearly.

His mind was in an uproar, as if ten thousand thunderbolts were exploding simultaneously, shattering all his cognition into dust. Those dust particles eventually coalesced into a single, constantly echoing phrase.

He's different!!!

Just those four words.

It was described lightly, yet it weighed more heavily than everything he had learned through thousands of years of cultivation.

Seeing that Liu Jin remained silent, Luo Qiushan knew he needed time to process this. She withdrew her gaze, composed herself, and her face regained its serious and earnest expression. "Alright! I won't elaborate on your Uncle Lu's special circumstances!"

Her gaze shifted to Xu Qingying, her tone softening, tinged with a hint of inquiry and curiosity. "Qingying, judging from your expression, do you know your Uncle Lu?"

She asked directly, but also left room for interpretation.

In fact, she had already noticed that Xu Qingying's reaction from the moment she entered the hall and saw Lu Qing'an was too unusual.

Rubbing eyes, taking two steps back, heart pounding—how could anyone react like that to someone they're meeting for the first time?

Moreover, Xu Qingying has always been a cool and aloof person. Luo Qiushan has been guiding her in cultivation for so many years, when has she ever seen her lose her composure like this?

"I have a feeling that Qingying and Lu Qing'an have a complicated relationship. Plus, their cultivation levels are similar, so they might have met somewhere before. But it seems like they don't have any grudges." Luo Qiushan quickly analyzed in her mind, but she didn't intend to ask any further questions.

Her apprentice had her own secrets, and she didn't force her. As long as there was no enmity, everything was fine.

Upon being asked this question by her master, Xu Qingying's soul, which had just begun to recover, drifted away again.

Her lips moved, but the sound seemed stuck in her throat; after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out two broken words. "Um, I..."

She couldn't continue.

How should she answer?

Do you say we know each other? We know more than just each other!

You're saying you don't know her? Then how do you explain her reaction just now?!

She looked at her master, then at Lu Qing'an, and finally her gaze fell on the man who was still holding his teacup with a calm smile. Her heart was in turmoil.

Just then, Lu Qing'an spoke up.

His voice remained calm and composed, carrying a hint of nonchalant casualness.

He put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping lightly over Xu Qingying's face before turning to Luo Qiushan with a calm smile, "I've only met your apprentice a few times; we're not actually very close."