Su Shang was stunned by this expression of gratitude.
The girl in her memories differed greatly from the person before her now. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe, making Su Shang completely wake up.
She had become stronger.
The current Ling Luo was the personal disciple of Immortal Master Sanxi; she was the sword prodigy of East Island’s Tianji; she was a powerful cultivator who could sweep through the Golden Luan Pool Banquet competition with just a wooden sword; she no longer needed to fear being hunted and killed by the Xiaoyao Sect.
Only herself remained at the same place, not even knowing what was lacking in her cultivation.
Su Shang wiped away her tears, her imposing manner deflating as she sank into shyness.
“What I wanted to say… was just this…”
Ling Luo made a sound of acknowledgment, then looked up to examine Su Shang for a moment before saying, “Did you remember the cultivation shortcomings I mentioned earlier?”
Su Shang’s eyes widened slightly. “Yes, I-I remembered.”
Ling Luo said, “Your attitude is good. If you change your cultivation method, you’ll make great progress.”
“Thank you…” Su Shang felt a bit dazed.
With her timid nature, she had few friends. Usually belittled by her senior brothers and feeling inferior, even her master only gave perfunctory guidance for her cultivation with a few casual words.
No one had ever seriously taught her about cultivation before.
Su Shang was so moved that the rims of her eyes reddened.
But Ling Luo had already turned to leave.
In this lifetime, having learned the truth about Senior Brother Chen’s death from Su Shang in advance, she wanted to see what Yue Liangze would say when he rushed over later.
Ling Luo felt that her recent memories were filled with Yue Liangze. While she hadn’t thought him particularly important in her previous life, now she found him everywhere.
How strange.
She returned to watch the competition arena. Chu Yi was still in his seat, not having left.
Seeing Ling Luo return, he sneered, “You dared to say that.”
That comment about how senior brothers who couldn’t defeat someone with a wooden sword should commit suicide had instantly flooded his jade communicator with messages from his friends who heard about it, forcing him to turn it off completely.
Ling Luo replied with an unchanging expression, “My senior brother is Immortal Master Sanxi’s head disciple, a magic technique genius of the cultivation world. Of course, I dare.”
Chu Yi: “You think flattery will work? Your allowance is gone for this year.”
“Fine, don’t give it then,” Ling Luo nodded and snorted, “Second Senior Brother will give me money anyway.”
Chu Yi sneered again: “Your Second Senior Brother’s money also comes from me.”
Ling Luo: “…”
One of Ling Luo’s favorite pastimes was spending money.
Food, toys, clothes—anything she liked or fancied in the moment, she wanted to buy.
This often left her penniless.
When she had no money but came across something she liked, she relied on Chang Fei and Yu Xiu’s financial support.
Although Yun Shouxi would help her handle everything if she just asked.
But Ling Luo would rather go out to take jobs and earn money herself than let Yun Shouxi get involved in her hobbies.
“When I win the competition and claim the championship, receiving the grand gifts from the Twelve Immortal Sects, would I worry about not having money then?” Ling Luo thought herself truly brilliant.
Chu Yi no longer wanted to comment on her confidence in winning the championship. He watched Zong Xiu battling someone on the stage and asked Ling Luo, “Why did you provoke him when you went down earlier?”
“I saw he had a good sword and couldn’t resist,” Ling Luo answered lazily.
Chu Yi said, “That sword is called Night Silence. Although Long Sleeve isn’t quite as good in comparison, it’s far better than a wooden sword. It serves you right for not bringing Long Sleeve with you.”
Ling Luo’s expression was disdainful, “Who’s afraid of whom?”
Chu Yi didn’t ask what Su Shang had called her out to say. Anyway, judging by her normal expression when she returned, she certainly didn’t look like someone who had been bullied.
The two silently watched Zong Xiu’s match for a while.
The sword prodigy of West Sea’s Taichu was about the same age as Ling Luo. As the youngest son of the second sect leader, his status was noble. After four years of closed-door cultivation to comprehend the Zongdao Sword Intent and three years of worldly experience, he was already at the edge of the Life and Death Realm.
Breaking through the Life and Death Realm would make one a half-immortal.
To seek the Dao and ascend, one must break through the Life and Death Realm.
Cultivators varied in their depth of power, and the Life and Death Realm was a watershed among cultivators.
Not only was it profound, but also mysterious.
Some people reach the edge but might never breakthrough in their entire lifetime.
Chu Yi beside Ling Luo had just broken through the Life and Death Realm last year. The congratulatory messages and gifts had continued for several days before finally ending.
Seeing Zong Xiu easily defeat his opponent without even drawing Night Silence from its scabbard, Chu Yi thoughtfully said, “Instead of wasting time crushing these weaklings, he’d be better off focusing on how to break through the Life and Death Realm.”
Ling Luo said, “If he breaks through the Life and Death Realm, according to the rules, he couldn’t participate in the Golden Luan Pool Banquet competition anymore.”
Chu Yi: “Breaking through the Life and Death Realm is more important than winning the Golden Luan Pool Banquet championship.”
Ling Luo heard this and squinted her eyes with a smile.