"No... Well, I think so too! If Sister Dugu had used so sort of thod, how could she still be like this? It seems that really was an unreliable rumor..." Lin Yuyi said apologetically.
With these words, Dugu Qingqian felt as if her heart had been stabbed again!
It was for no other reason. When she was young and foolish, she had actually tried folk redies! Unfortunately, they didn’t work! It had troubled her for a long ti. This scar, hidden for many years, had been torn open again today and had chili powder rubbed into it.
"Sister Lin, your daughter possesses the Innate Thunder Saint Body, a one-in-a-million cultivation physique. She should focus more on her cultivation instead of being constrained by superficial beauty. I think you should advise her more..." Dugu Qingqian said, taking a deep breath.
"You’re right, Sister Dugu! But you know how young people are. With all their vigorous energy, it’s normal for them to think about such things! As parents, we also hope the young couple can live in harmony..."
Lin Yuyi nodded. "Wang Xiu is a great kid in every way. It’s just that he saw too much of the world too early and is never satisfied! Actually, our Zi Dian is already quite well-developed. Give her a few more years... and especially after she has a child, I reckon she’ll be no different from ! If he really found a woman with a chest broad enough to race horses on, then *he’d* be the one to truly suffer! Don’t you agree?"
Dugu Qingqian was speechless. "..."
"Is there anything else, Sister Lin? I’m currently at a crucial mont in my sword comprehension and can’t be disturbed for long..." she said, taking another deep breath.
"Oh! My apologies, then I’ll take my leave! I’ll go ask Elder Su of the Alchemy Sect if he has any thods..." Lin Yuyi said with a smile as she left.
Dugu Qingqian watched her figure disappear, her fists clenched so tightly she trembled with rage.
What’s wrong with being flat? Did I eat your family’s rice? And what’s so great about a chest you can race horses on? You couldn’t even if you wanted to!
Suddenly, Wang Xiu’s image appeared in her mind, and she ground her teeth.
A disciple taught by Luo Binglan would of course be just as short-sighted!
Though she was a Saint Manifestation expert and could easily alter her form, a magically altered body was, in the end, different from her original one. It would be nothing more than self-deception. If others found out, it would only be more humiliating.
「Several days later.」
「At the summit of Dragon Head Peak.」
In the grand hall, a serious-looking Zhuo Canglang, dressed in a tattered Daoist robe, announced, "Martial Uncle Yue has sent a ssage. The seal on Demon Sea Island is showing signs of instability again!"
"So soon? Is the Demon Race about to break through the seal?" Wang Xiu asked in surprise. The Martial Uncle Yue that Zhuo Canglang ntioned was one of the Sanqing saints Wang Xiu had brought back from the Holy Realm. He was responsible for standing guard outside Demon Sea Island along with other Saint Manifestation experts from the various Immortal Sects. The guardians there were rotated on a regular basis.
"No, this ti it isn’t the Demon Race causing trouble. It’s an issue with the seal itself..." Zhuo Canglang explained. "The Heavenly Immortal Array enveloping Demon Sea Island is one of the strongest formations of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. To deploy this formation and seal the island, the Sanqing ancestors of old sacrificed the lives of a hundred thousand Heroic Spirits. Many among them were mighty Earth Immortals who gave their lives as offerings. The formation’s power was unprecedented.
"After a thousand years of natural decay, compounded by the Demon Race’s periodic attacks, the formation has already suffered significant degradation over the ages. Furthermore, when a crack appeared in the seal last ti, the experts of the Immortal Alliance arrived in ti to nd it, but they couldn’t restore it to its peak strength. Once a formation cracks, the damage is irreversible! Even if the Demon Race on Demon Sea Island were to stop attacking the seal, its complete failure is only a matter of ti."
"How long can it hold?" Wang Xiu asked seriously.
"A year and a half at the least, three to five years at the most!" Zhuo Canglang said. The expressions of the various branch leaders and Elders in the hall changed instantly.
That was too soon. The tifra was far too short! Even for a mortal, such a period would pass in the blink of an eye.
"What can we do?" inquired Gong Shangyu, the head of the Sonic Sect.
"We must use every ans at our disposal to increase our strength in the shortest ti possible and prepare for war with all our might!" Zhuo Canglang declared.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly grew heavy, filled with a grim, murderous air. The Demon Race was about to make a coback. Many people present had personally experienced the last war, and the mories were still vivid. However, their current strength was far inferior to what it had been back then. The situation was grim.
Yet no one complained. They simply clasped their hands with solemn expressions and said in unison, "Understood!"
The various branch leaders and Elders quickly departed, leaving only Zhuo Canglang and Wang Xiu in the grand hall.
"How is your master now?" Zhuo Canglang suddenly asked.
"Everything is going smoothly. She should be erging from seclusion in a few days," Wang Xiu replied.
"Excellent!" Zhuo Canglang nodded, satisfied. Luo Binglan’s return was a great boon for the Sanqing Immortal Sect, providing a massive boost to their combat power.
After a pause, Zhuo Canglang continued, "The great war is imminent. As your Martial Uncle, I have a favor to ask of you."
Wang Xiu hurriedly replied, "Martial Uncle, please don’t say that. Just tell what you need. As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse!"
Zhuo Canglang said, "In the Hidden Sect, aside from the Grand Martial Uncle... there are two other ancestors whose lifespans are nearly exhausted. Their condition is even worse than the Grand Martial Uncle’s was back then. If nothing is done... they won’t live to see the day the Demon Race returns!"
Hearing this, Wang Xiu imdiately understood and said forthrightly, "I am willing to do my utmost to help the two seniors recover."
Zhuo Canglang nodded, his eyes filled with relief. "For the Sanqing Immortal Sect to have a Saint Heir like you, it ans Heaven has not abandoned us... All the Holy dicine and spiritual herbs needed to treat the two ancestors will be provided by the Immortal Sect!
"In fact, from this day forward, the sect’s treasury is always open to you, the Saint Heir. If you need anything, take as you wish!"
He declared this loudly, taking out an ancient token and handing it to Wang Xiu.
Zhuo Canglang was rarely so generous. As the Sect Leader of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, he usually ca across as shaless, cunning, and miserly, much to the chagrin of the various branch leaders and Elders.
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