Chapter Ninety-One: Even the Ancestor Would Have Jumped Out at the News-Raising a Future Overlord in the Cultivation World(Student Liu, who works everywhere)

A flash of surprise crossed Chi Yushu's eyes. With a faint wave of his hand, he said, "Go back. There is no need to search for Qu Yiqiu any longer. Just keep watch on the whereabouts of her parents."

"Yes." The shadow beneath the warm sunlight vanished.

Chi Yushu withdrew the purple-crowned celestial crane that had perched on his shoulder and gazed toward Little Peace Peak in thought.

...

After feeding Zhou Chen a pill, Luo Tangyu looked at Mo Qingli with an expression of hesitation, as if he had something to say.

Mu Yunjin sat softly beside Zhou Chen, looking up at Mo Qingli with adoration. "Master is amazing! Just now, Peak Master Hong almost injured Senior Sister Qu. He's truly a wicked man!"

"Yunjin, you may only say that within Little Peace Peak. Never let anyone else hear it," Luo Tangyu hurriedly warned, afraid that careless words might bring disaster.

Although Mo Qingli had entered the Golden Core stage, his cultivation was still one major realm below Hong Bingyin. Crossing from Golden Core into Nascent Soul was not something talent alone could accomplish.

The resources required, and the steadfastness of one's dao heart, were beyond measure.

"What Yunjin said is not wrong at all. Even if people from Ten Thousand Acres Peak heard it, it would not matter. The people of our Little Peace Peak need not yield to anyone any longer." Mo Qingli's clear, bright starry eyes shone with unwavering resolve.

Luo Tangyu was shaken by this. Senior Brother Mo seemed to have changed, and become stronger.

He had once followed Mo Qingli everywhere, and knew that although he possessed peerless talent, he had never looked down on anyone, nor bullied a single humble disciple.

That had been the very reason Luo Tangyu admired him so deeply. Yet it was also his greatest flaw.

He yielded at every turn, carrying himself as though he were already the eldest senior brother, teaching his junior brothers and sisters earnestly, never competing or seizing, giving his all at every turn. He was a true man of a great and noble sect.

And yet, his excessive courtesy had bred far too many disciples who envied his talent.

Hong Bingyin was one of them.

As Luo Tangyu recalled the events of the past, he could not help but let out a long breath of relief, looking at Mo Qingli with eyes full of comfort.

"Senior Mo... no, Peak Master Mo is right. I have been suppressed by Hong Bingyin for far too long. I kept thinking of yielding, yielding, yielding, and nearly forgot what resistance even meant..."

Luo Tangyu said this with weight, yet also with a kind of lightness.

At this moment, it seemed he had finally set down those long years of bowing and scraping. The relief in his heart was beyond words.

Mo Qingli usually paid little heed to worldly affairs, yet he knew that Luo Tangyu had long since been exhausted, forced to shuttle between peak masters until his spirit and strength were worn thin. In a gentle voice, he said, "Sect Master Luo, Little Peace Peak needs you, and you also need Little Peace Peak."

Qu Yiqiu was slightly startled.

At this moment, she felt the same.

Mo Qingli had changed.

This was a good thing.

He no longer fought alone. He had learned to make use of the strength of others.

Luo Tangyu nodded in delight and quickly said, "As long as Senior Brother Mo thinks highly of me, I will stand guard beside Little Peace Peak forever!"

It was a pity that he had never been of much use, able only to do small, insignificant things.

A faint smile spread across Mo Qingli's lips, and his star-bright eyes shone with a dazzling brilliance. "Over these years, thank you, Junior Brother Luo, for your care."

Luo Tangyu's nose stung. Overcome with emotion, he shook his head and said, "No need to thank me, I... I didn't do anything at all!"

Seeing his moved expression, and Mo Qingli left uncertain how to respond, Qu Yiqiu walked over to stroke the nine-colored deer and interjected, "Since our Little Peace Peak wants to cultivate in peace now, that's no longer possible. Where did Master get that Golden Core cultivation from?"

Mo Qingli looked at her gently. "During this time, I happened upon a secret realm and obtained its inheritance, which allowed my cultivation to rise rapidly. However, such a thing happening once was already extraordinarily fortunate. In the days ahead, I can only laboriously cultivate my realm step by step."

You know that such a thing is extremely fortunate? I thought you considered it perfectly ordinary, like drinking water!

Qu Yiqiu grumbled silently to herself.

The difference between people was far too great.

When she had borrowed the power of the Underworld Domain to break through to the late Foundation Establishment stage, she had secretly rejoiced at surpassing Mo Qingli's fifteen-year Foundation Establishment record.

Yet the moment she returned, Mo Qingli had shocked her by breaking through from Qi Refinement to Golden Core in just over two months.

That tiny bit of delight in her heart vanished instantly.

Luo Tangyu had long known that Mo Qingli's fortune defied the heavens.

But even hearing his modest words, he still could not help wiping away the fine beads of astonishment from his forehead.

If Mo Qingli were to encounter yet another great opportunity in the near future, he feared even the last trace of his own desire to cultivate would vanish.

Wind-swept celestial wings, secret realm inheritance, Golden Core cultivation—after bitter cultivation for hundreds of years, he had never come across even one of these fortunes!

Let alone that he was still the sect master of Heavenly Calculation Sect. If it were anyone else, they would never even have heard of such things, and would not dare believe such absurd tales!

"Master, don't be modest. Look at the nine-colored deer in your arms—you haven't even tamed it for many days, and already you have obtained one opportunity after another. Perhaps in a few more days, our Little Peace Peak will have a Nascent Soul true lord!" Qu Yiqiu teased him deliberately.

Mo Qingli caught the playful glint that flashed quickly through her eyes and could only smile helplessly. "Your master would also like to form a Nascent Soul, but the gulf between Golden Core and Nascent Soul is like a heavenly chasm, not something I can easily cross."

Luo Tangyu straightened his expression. He had nearly forgotten about the nine-colored deer!

Mo Qingli had truly obtained far too many opportunities lately.

Still, how had Senior Brother Mo healed his severed meridians and his soul...

"Senior Brother Mo, may this junior brother ask an impertinent question... how did Senior Brother cure those old hidden injuries?" This was the greatest doubt in his heart.

Luo Tangyu could not help but ask aloud.

One must know that even Ancestor Chu Gu could not save the injuries Mo Qingli had suffered back then...

Qu Yiqiu blinked, not the least concerned that Mo Qingli might mention her.

"It was the secret realm's inheritance that saved me, and granted me Golden Core cultivation," Mo Qingli answered simply.

Luo Tangyu was slightly taken aback.

What sort of secret realm could possess such power? Could it be an immortal's dwelling?

No, no!

Luo Tangyu shook his head hard.

The one who had obtained the secret realm inheritance was Mo Qingli! He ought to imagine the most impossible secret realm of all!

Could it be the inheritance of gods and demons left behind in some three-thousand worlds from the ancient war of chaos?

Or perhaps some blessed grotto and paradise formed in the earliest days of primordial chaos, rich in the vital energy of the boundless void?

Or maybe...

Mu Yunjin tilted her head oddly and looked at Luo Tangyu, then asked Qu Yiqiu curiously, "Senior Sister, what is Sect Master Luo thinking about? Why is he nodding and shaking his head all by himself over there?"

Qu Yiqiu's brow twitched. She could probably guess what Luo Tangyu was thinking, but there was no need to continue this matter.

The claim that the secret realm inheritance had saved Mo Qingli's meridians had been false from the start.

Her thoughts raced, and she replied with a smile, "Sect Master Luo is probably calculating how long it will take for Master to reach Nascent Soul!"

"If Master becomes a Nascent Soul true lord, will we have to move to another mountain peak?" Mu Yunjin asked, a little reluctant.

Luo Tangyu's sharp ears caught that, and he thought to himself that never mind forming a Nascent Soul—if Mo Qingli wanted to change peaks right now, not a single person in the sect would dare oppose him!

Even Ancestor Chu Gu, if he could hear the news that Mo Qingli's hidden injuries had been healed, would probably immediately end his seclusion and leap up from beneath the earth!

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