Chapter 382: 380, Mitian Sect Li Xiao At dusk, the upgrade of the Tingyu Pavilion was completed.
With the two-level upgrade, the Tingyu Pavilion granted the Evil Spirit Knight half-step Mountain Suppression strength. As for the built-in shop, it didn’t refresh anything significant but merely increased the daily purchase quantity of the Jianmu Tree Species.
Nevertheless, Wen Ping wasn’t disappointed. After adding some Green Liquid and Fire Spirit Crystals to the Palace Guard, he found himself at Churao Mountain before midnight.
After arranging the cultivation schedule for the half-month, he offered some final instructions to the Elders and departed Churao Mountain an hour before midnight, as this mission was brief.
There were many things he wanted to do, and had to do this time.
After Wen Ping left, the disciples returned embarrassedly to the dormitory area.
Early the next morning, everyone resumed their cultivation as usual. Only Wind Valley wasn’t opened, and everyone felt something was missing. As they were about to have breakfast, Long Ke walked into the kitchen.
"Zhao Keqing."
"Zhao Keqing, morning."
Everyone hurriedly greeted.
Long Ke nodded one by one, glanced at the fragrant red rice in the pot, and immediately asked, "Where is the Sect Leader?"
The strong spirit of yesterday was completely gone today.
She simply couldn’t bear the agony of good things being right in front, yet unable to savor them.
Once the aroma spread, her mind couldn’t stay calm.
Isn’t it just a bowl?
At worst, she’d offer a White Crystal in compensation, one piece wouldn’t suffice, she’d offer two.
Zhantian Qingxuan hastily responded, "Zhao Keqing, the Sect Leader left the Immortal Sect last night; he’ll return in a month. If you need any assistance, you can tell me."
"He went out?" Long Ke was immediately pleased, as now wasn’t the Sect under her control? No one could prevent her from eating red rice, "Oh, I see. I’ll tell you if anything comes up. By the way, where did he go for a month-long trip?"
These words were naturally a casual inquiry; she couldn’t care less where Wen Ping went.
But Zhantian Qingxuan didn’t realize she was just making a casual inquiry, thinking Long Ke genuinely wanted to know.
He immediately replied, "The Sect Leader said he was going to Xuanse Lake and wouldn’t be back for at least a month."
"Xuanse Lake?" Long Ke paused, glancing at the Elders around, "Xuanse Lake is over a hundred thousand miles away, full of dangers along the way. What is he doing there alone?"
"The Sect Leader took three disciples, Lin Kewu, Yang Xi, and Luo Mi with him."
"Isn’t this absurd?"
Going to such a distant place, only bringing three disciples?
"It’s the Sect Leader’s habit; he likes to take people along for company during his travels. But don’t worry, Zhao Keqing, the Sect Leader will be safe. It’s not his first time traveling outdoors..."
Zhantian Qingxuan smiled while responding, perhaps thinking a smile would convey more trust.
Long Ke remained silent, ignoring Zhantian Qingxuan, her brows furrowed suddenly as she whispered, "Xuanse Lake... what’s he doing there... probably just wandering around the lake’s edge anyway when he returns a month later."
Thinking about this, Long Ke finally relaxed.
She naturally sat down and immediately called out.
"Huai Ye, serve the red rice!"
With Wen Ping absent, she was determined to eat her fill today.
One bowl?
Two bowls?
These were just appetizers.
However, Zhantian Qingxuan beside her said, "Zhao Keqing, the Sect Leader instructed that you cannot eat red rice today... otherwise, when he returns, he’ll directly expel you from the Immortal Sect."
"Expel... That brat."
Long Ke’s hand holding the chopsticks froze.
If someone else said such things, she wouldn’t believe them. When Wen Ping said it, she had no choice but to believe, as Wen Ping seemed oblivious to the concept of the Mountain Suppression Realm and never showed her a good face.
Thinking of this, Long Ke angrily put down her chopsticks.
At the same time, she made a vow in her heart.
Someday in the future, when she can reveal her identity to Wen Ping, she’d wield her authority as an elder—pointing out Wen Ping once severely, helping him temper his Spirit Body.
...
Speaking of Wen Ping.
After a night of flight, when daylight broke, the Flying Ship had already traversed East Lake, preparing to cut through Bright Mirror Lake.
Ahead lay still ninety thousand miles, yet Wen Ping didn’t spend time in the cabin. He preferred leaning against the ship’s side, surveying the lands below and the heavens above. To him, this was the true way to behold the world.
Woof!
Woof!
The Mountain Dog ran about the deck, chasing Yang Xi.
While Lin Kewu and Luo Mi, like Wen Ping, leaned against the ship’s side but were filled with fervent excitement. This feeling of excitement was akin to the Human Race’s first venture into the skies.