Chapter 64: The Grandmaster Protecting His Disciple Is Only Right and Proper

Rumble, rumble—

The moment the Rubik's cube rolled away, the space made of shattered stones split apart, and the earthen wall above collapsed.

The scorching sun cast its light directly onto You Fengying's head. Her eyes were illuminated with a sweet, honey-like hue, crystal-clear and breathtakingly beautiful.

"It has been a long time since I last saw the sun," she murmured softly, her hand trembling as she rested it against her forehead, gazing at the sun just as she used to back at Canglang Mountain.

"Thank you. Come here, little girl, I have something for you."

With a pure gaze fixed on Ling Xi, You Fengying smiled warmly.

The barrier in front of Ling Xi shattered. She looked at Song Mingyi in bewilderment and panic.

Song Mingyi was leaning against a dilapidated stone wall, panting heavily as he blew the dust off his sleeves. Seeing her look over, he nodded at her.

"Lass, go on over. She is very lucid right now."

Instead of walking over, Ling Xi took a few quick steps to his side. "Who asked you to protect me? You're just a remnant soul struggling to survive yourself, why are you blindly sticking your nose into this?!

In this unknown realm where no one knows a thing, nobody would ever know that a man named Song Mingyi had his body and soul completely destroyed!

Nobody cares! No one will be grateful to you! And no one will even remember!

You old fool, you could have easily pretended not to see anything!"

Ling Xi rushed to his side, practically roaring back at him. Her nose stung with soreness, yet no tears fell.

It was the same last time, and it was the same this time.

She hated owing people favors.

The figure in front of her was gradually fading, his white robes covered in golden cracks as he looked at her with a faint smile.

"Stop talking nonsense. Our Dingkun Sect has always been this way; it is only right for the grand-master to protect the disciples."

Ling Xi shook her head, repeating in a low voice, "No one cares."

Song Mingyi pulled out a handkerchief and shoved it into her hand. "Take it. It's of no use to me anymore, and your senior brother might find it useful."

Inside the handkerchief lay a perfectly round object. Ling Xi was about to say something more when a flying kick sent her soaring through the air.

"Dilly-dallying like that makes our Dingkun Sect disciples look irresolute! What if she breathes her last while you're wasting time?!" Song Mingyi clapped his hands.

You Fengying only smiled without retorting, her gaze remaining fixed entirely on Ling Xi.

"My senior brother truly has a good eye. Even though our junior grand-uncle committed a monstrous crime, he leaves you some gifts in the end.

You must prevent the resurrection of the Demon God at all costs, and keep a close eye on the movements everywhere. The Immortal Sects are not as harmonious as you think.

The Demon Race's subordinate gods are planting people everywhere, and soul contracts are far more terrifying than you imagine.

I originally wanted to infiltrate their ranks, but I could not break free from the control over my soul. May no one else ever end up like me."

After finishing this long speech, You Fengying could not stop dark purple blood from bubbling out of the corners of her mouth, and her aura grew increasingly chaotic.

Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably as she pressed her palm against Ling Xi's right shoulder.

Spiritual energy erupted from her palm, passing through clothing and flesh to flood into Ling Xi's body.

A wave of warmth permeated all the bones and meridians of Ling Xi's body, and the purple Qi within her grew denser, as if it were about to burst through her physical form.

She had no choice but to sit cross-legged, guiding the internal energy, driving the spiritual Qi into her Dantian, and compressing the purple Qi until it condensed into tiny, dripping liquid pearls.

Before she knew it, eight liquid drops had condensed within her, and every single cell in her body radiated a sense of profound comfort.

When Ling Xi opened her eyes again, she saw that You Fengying's hair was stark white, her skin wrinkled, and she was smiling at her with chapped, cracked lips.

With fingers resembling withered tree branches, she produced a brown bowl, its rim chipped and missing a piece.

Ling Xi's pupils constricted as she grabbed the rim of the bowl. "You... where did you get this?"

Ling Xi could sense a familiar aura lingering at the bottom of the bowl, identical to the one from the bowl she had encountered last time, drawing her in deeply.

"Acquired by chance. The spiritual energy within it is abundant; it might prove useful."

A cracking sound echoed from behind. Ling Xi turned her head, but Song Mingyi had already vanished, leaving behind only swirling fragments.

"Your disciple respectfully sends off Grand-master on his ascension!"

Ling Xi fell to her knees, her gaze burning as she stared at the fragments before her. Countless fragments fluttered around her arms with reluctance before shooting straight up into the sky, rushing toward the sun.

You Fengying used her remaining strength to strike her own Dantian, gazing longingly at the sun on the horizon.

"I am finally going back... back to Canglang Mountain..." she smiled, her voice trembling.

Ling Xi swiftly picked up the black-and-red Rubik's cube and tossed it into her ring.

As her eyes darted around while searching for treasures, she caught a glimpse of a figure outside the wall, and the corners of her lips curved into an inscrutable smile.

"Master~ was the show entertaining~?"

Luo Chen shivered, flashed in from outside the door, and looked Ling Xi up and down.

"Not bad, not bad. You've improved again, much better than those senior brothers of yours!

Wen Jue looks thin, but he weighs a ton when you pick him up. How on earth did you manage to whack him on the head?"

Luo Chen rambled on about other matters, clearly dodging the current topic.

Ling Xi lunged forward abruptly. Startled, Luo Chen took a few steps back, but noticing the bluestone threshold right behind him, he ultimately caught her.

|"Don't you dare try anything funny—I am your master!" Luo Chen was unusually flustered, his voice pitching slightly higher as his fingers trembled.

Ling Xi grabbed his hand. His slender fingers were shaking uncontrollably, and bright red blood was seeping out from his sleeves.

Ling Xi tore off a piece of her sleeve, wrapped it around Luo Chen's wrist, and carefully bound his lower arm until it resembled a wrapped zongzi, tying it so tightly that his right hand turned purple.

"Xi-xi, you little ingrate! I spared no effort to tear through space just to ensure your safety, and yet you're trying to cut off my arm.

I am never taking in apprentices again; otherwise, my twilight years will be sheer agony!" He quickly unwound the cloth from his wrist, a flash of enigmatic golden light darting through his eyes.

Ling Xi: "..."

As expected, her master did not need filial piety; he only needed to be laughed to death.

He was a supreme genius at ruining the mood, almost on par with herself.

"Are you sad? You don't need to be strong in front of me; you can borrow my shoulder to cry on." Luo Chen rolled back his sleeve, revealing a patch of snow-white inner garment, and offered it to Ling Xi with a smile dancing in his eyes.

Just as a hint of genuine sorrow had begun to brew, it was completely scattered by Luo Chen's antics.

"Then let's go. Zhuxi City is still waiting for you." Luo Chen smiled, extending a hand to hold Ling Xi's.

"Those deadweight disciples of the Dingkun Sect have already been sent back by me. With the Sect Master around, there shouldn't be any major issues."

"It would have been much faster if you'd gone alone!" Ling Xi wriggled her arm.

Her recent workload was greater than her entire life spanning over twenty years; she was practically as exhausted as a dog.

"Mainly because you need it, and I also hope you can gain the ability to protect yourself."

The amusement in his voice gradually faded, turning seemingly serious.

Ling Xi secretly glanced at Luo Chen's expression, always feeling as though he knew everything, yet unable to find any flaws.

"What are you thinking about?" A gentle, painless flick landed on Ling Xi's forehead—all thunder and no rain, carrying virtually no force at all.

Ling Xi forced a smile, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Master, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Catching the probing intent in her words, Luo Chen chuckled, "You must miss me so dearly that you see me in your dreams every single day."

His slender fingers slashed through the void, and a white fissure appeared before the two of them, revealing pitch-black darkness pulsing from within its swollen belly.

Luo Chen tightly grasped Ling Xi's hand, lifted his foot, and stepped directly into the spatial rift.