Published: February 24, 2025
“Elder Twelve, please calm down. Getting angry isn't good for your health!” Duan Zhen hurriedly crouched down to comfort the kneeling Lu Wu.
Lu Wu's eyes were crimson, and he roared without any grace, “Duan Zhen! How can you expect me to calm down!”
“Ye Ling is my hope! At just forty years old, he is already a saint level alchemist! If he doesn’t die, his future will be boundless, and my status will rise along with him!”
“Duan Zhen, tell me... how can I calm down...” Lu Wu howled, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Anger and sorrow ravaged Lu Wu’s heart as he knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, trembling all over. His originally black hair rapidly turned white!
In just a few breaths, he had turned into a white-haired man!
Seeing this, Duan Zhen no longer dared to tell him the truth, that it was he who had sent Ye Ling to deal with Tan Yun.
He had no doubt that if he spoke, Lu Wu would tear him apart on the spot!
“Twelve Elders, what are we going to do next?” Duan Zhen asked tremblingly.
“What to do…” Lu Wu raised his head, staring at Duan Zhen like a wild beast, his voice low, “Letting the disciples under my command deal with Tan Yun is akin to sending them to their deaths! With your first layer of the refining soul realm strength, it would be as easy as flipping your hand to annihilate Tan Yun. Do you know how to do it?”
“Once he comes out from the Mustard Seed Time-Space Pagoda, I will kill him without anyone noticing!” Duan Zhen’s gaze was fierce...
An hour later, two beams of light descended from the sea of clouds upon the Ice Clear Immortal Mountain, transforming into Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng, who stood on Flying Swords.
The two faced the tightly shut doors of the Ice Clear Hall and bowed, “Elder Wende and Qingfeng report, we have matters to discuss with the young lady.”
“Come in.” Accompanied by a calm yet lonely voice, the hall doors slowly opened.
Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng wore smiles, but the moment they entered the grand hall, their smiles froze on their faces.
They saw the already extremely thin Bing Qing Daoist had become even more gaunt. She sat in a jade chair, looking at Shen Wende and Shen Qingfeng with a faint forced smile on her pale, exquisite face.
“Miss, since we last parted five days ago, why have you become so haggard?” Shen Wende looked at Bing Qing Daoist with heartache.
Shen Qingfeng felt the same.
No one knew how she had spent these five days, and even fewer could comprehend the mental torment she was enduring.
Five days ago, Elder Three of the Immortal Sect Danmai, Zhou Wuyun, had informed her that one month later, he would come to collect spiritual herbs: Tortoise Breath Ice Orchid, Ghostly Soul Yin Stone Lotus, Blazing Flame Spiritual Grass, and five stalks of Revival Jade Grass. Since then, she had been living in helpless despair!
Because if she failed to produce them by then, she would be executed!
Was she afraid of death?
Yes! Of course, she was afraid. Who would willingly choose to die when they could live, right?
But for her, what was more terrifying than death was that if she died, she could not avenge her father!
She could not fulfill her mother’s dying wish!
She didn't want to die. Yet, how could she find four types of spiritual herbs in just one month?
Thus, in this endless torment, she had already become unbearably haggard in just five days.
But she knew that Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende were as kind and loving to her as if she were their own granddaughter. She didn’t want them to worry about her, so she forced a smile, “It’s nothing, I’ve just been a bit tired lately, I’ll be fine in a few days.”
“Hmm.” Shen Qingfeng’s tone was filled with self-reproach, “When you entrusted the Revival Jade Grass to me, it was my negligence for not being able to guard it, which has implicated you.”
“Alright, let’s not bring up the past.” Bing Qing Daoist said softly, “Why have you both come today?”
Shen Wende immediately stepped forward, saying, “I wish to accept Tan Yun as my direct disciple and request your approval, Miss.”