Chapter 78: Jianiqng, I Like You & This is Not Couple Cultivation! (I)

After the Grand Competition ended, Zuo Yunmo – along with other Tai Hua Mountain’s Elders – stayed at the Cang Shuang Peak to entertain the guests from other sects and clans, while Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu entered the gate of Ling Yun Palace. Mo Qiu was loath to come in at first, but Luo Jianqing whispered to him, “Relax, even my Master didn’t sense it. Probably Sir Hao Xingzi just wants to ask something about you.”

Reluctantly, Mo Qiu stepped into the Ling Yun Palace.

Inside the Palace, Hao Xingzi praised Luo Jianqing for the honors he brought to Tai Hua Mountain and gave him lots of Magical Items as rewards, which, even included an Earth-level Flying Boat. Hao Xingzi’s delight cannot be seen if only one was blind, but at last, he asked Luo Jianqing a question. “Jianqing, there is one thing I am still confused: why did you insist challenging Yan Su?”

Defeating Yan Su was definitely a good thing, for the winner’s name would be praised all over the Xuan Tian Continent, but, still, nobody would blame Luo Jianqing at all if he didn’t challenge Yan Su.

Hearing the question, Luo Jianqing bowed down politely and saluted with his hands folded together, “Respected Master, this is all about a promise I made with my Master.”

Sir Hao Xingzi uttered a curious “oh?” immediately, while Mo Qiu looked at Luo Jianqing with astonishment. However, Hao Xingzi asked no more about it so Luo Jianqing didn’t say anything. Nobody knew what the promise was all about. Silently, Mo Qiu thought to himself, it was such a pity.

Then, Sir Hao Xingzi finally set his eyes on Mo Qiu. In just a blink, tremendous amount of Da-Sheng-Level coercion pressed on Mo Qiu’s shoulder like a colossal mountain. The latter wasn’t expecting this. He uttered a groan and reeled; his feet sunk into the floor for half cun (a traditional Chinese unit of length. Its traditional measure is the width of a person’s thumb at the knuckle).

Realizeing what was going on, Luo Jianqing was shocked, “Respected Master, you are…”

Sir Hao Xingzi withdrew the coercion and laughed, “Indeed, you own a very rarely-seen Body of Spiritual God. I have only met a few cultivators in my whole life who have comparable Mental Power as terrific as yours. There is a hearsay that a unique corporeity exists in this world, which is called the Body of Spiritual God. These kinds of people were born with a mighty soul that none of the same-level cultivators can match with. Naturally, they also have sharp Spiritual Sense. Today, you were the first one who sensed Yan Su’s Fiend Qi, and your Body of Spiritual God might be the reason.”

Turning his head to look at Mo Qiu, Luo Jianqing was stunned by Hao Xingzi’s words.

Only him, Mo Qiu, and Qing Kun knew the fact that Mo Qiu is a Fiend Cultivator. Even Xuan Lingzi wasn’t aware about it. Before this, Luo Jianqing simply thought that, as a Fiend Cultivator, Mo Qiu should naturally be keen sensing Fiend Qi, but, judging from Sir Hao Xingzi’s attitude, he realized that was not the case. Could it be… Mo Qiu truly had the Body of Spiritual God?

The gorgeous Cultivator who dressed in scarlet replied emotionlessly, “I see.”

Luo Jianqing, “…”

Seriously? So calm and cool?

Sir Hao Xingzi wasn’t expecting Mo Qiu’s reaction to be like this: he was not asking feverishly what was the Body of Spiritual God, nor was he expressing any excitement. However, Hao Xingzi thought, Mo Qiu is a descendant of one of Mo Family’s lineage which was exiled to the Northern Waste Land. For him, life is indeed tough. Perhaps, Hao Xingzi kept thinking, this young man was already a master on concealing emotions.

Hao Xingzi felt that it was such a pity for Mo Qiu’s belonging to the Mo Family. He could hardly find a proper reason to ask Mo Qiu to join Tai Hua Mountain as long as the Mo Family had the intention to keep him theirs. What Mo Qiu had accomplished in the competition ring was extremely marvelous. The Mo Family would not let him go even if he were not a late-stage Nascent Soul Period cultivator.

Pondering over it, Sir Hao Xingzi gave Mo Qiu two Earth-level Magical items as gifts and appreciated his help, forming a good karma.

The two young cultivators left the Ling Yun Palace, but before they could even leave the grand square, around four or five cultivators wearing brocade robe surrounded them. The leader of the unknown crowd was an elder with hoary hairs. He shot a piercing gaze at Mo Qiu for a long time, then finally spoke, “I am the Seventh Elder of the Mo Family, whom, I believe, is your great great great granduncle.”

That’s how Mo Qiu was trapped.

At first, the Mo Family wasn’t paying much attention to Mo Qiu – just a nobody with low-graded Spiritual Bone who prolonged the time returning to the major lineage. Now, however, all was different. One Transcending Tribulation Period cultivators and three Body Fusion Period cultivators sieged Mo Qiu. Luo Jianqing chuckled and flew back to Yu Xiao Peak alone, leaving behind a troubled Mo Qiu and a sentence, “See you later!”

“Luo Jianqing! Are you my friend or not?!” Yelled Mo Qiu, irritated.

Hearing Mo Qiu’s complain, Luo Jianqing made a decision – speed up!

Among the verdant, magnificent mountains, a wisp of bice light scudded over the firmament like a shining meteor, and landed in front of the gate of Yu Xiao Peak which stood at the very center of Tai Hua Mountain. The elegant cultivator in bice gently flicked his sleeve, then the ward guarding the mountain which was capable of killing a Da Sheng Period cultivator suddenly cracked, creating a gap for the young cultivator to enter.

Luo Jianqing stepped on the ground of Yu Xiao Peak, crossing the thriving bamboo forest. He wasn’t in a hurry at first, but the closer he got to the top of the mountain, the faster he marched. Finally, he put everything behind his mind and started flying in a lightning speed.

At the end of the bamboo forest, Luo Jianqing was stunned when he saw a white figure standing there, gracefully.

Bathed in the splendid sunshine, his Master was wearing a pearl-white robe, solemnly stood in front of his bamboo house. Folding his hands behind him, the cultivator in white was gazing at the edge of the azure sky, listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves when they were dancing with mild breeze. Dedicate golden patterns were rimmed on his sleeves. Soft wind touched his Master’s face and stirred his night-dark hair.

Luo Jianqing wasn’t expecting to see his Master when he came back to the Yu Xiao Peak.

He thought that his stubborn Master will still confine himself in that bamboo house. There was no way to tell when he would finally come out. Luo Jianqing already had himself prepared for the worst situation that he would not see his Master until he achieved Deity Transformation Period so that he could force his Master out of the house, then they would face those tedious etiquettes.

Nevertheless, now, his Master had come out.

Luo Jianqing’s mind fell into a blank, still transfixed at the edge of the forest. Suddenly he was pulled by a colossal amount of power. In just a blink, he was brought close to Xuan Lingzi, face to face.

If there was a door between them, Luo Jianqing had million words to pour out, but when he literally saw this man whom he yearned for days, he could feel his heart shivering with slightest fear.

Luo Jianqing couldn’t help butrevere their Master-disciple relationship which lasted for dozens of years. Fingertips trembling faintly, he failed to utter a single word, but Xuan Lingzi suddenly held his hand! Luo Jianqing was completely stunned.

Xuan Lingzi asked him, “is it true that you weren’t hurt?”