The battle back then was indeed fierce.
For the dicine King Realm as a whole, the loss wasn’t significant, as the battlefield was centered around Luo Chen.
However, the battlefield was initially on the old site of the dicine King Sect’s forr sanctuary.
There lay the main vein of the Fourth Order Spirit Vein.
Faced with the chaos of three Great Demon Emperors and five mighty fighters like Luo Chen and Jiuling Yuanjun, even the sturdiest Fourth Order Spirit Vein couldn’t withstand such impact.
Perhaps the dicine King Realm might beco an Independent Practitioner Holy Land in the future, but indeed, it’s no longer suitable for the Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect to be stationed.
Upon hearing this situation, Luo Chen mused for a mont and slowly shook his head.
"Let it be!"
"In that battle, Jiuling fares no better than . I can recover rapidly, he likely cannot."
"Visiting now, only to witness his weakness and interrupt his recovery, wouldn’t be of much use."
"Let’s et again at our peak!"
The deeper the Dao Cultivation, the stronger the cultivation, the slower the recovery from serious injuries.
Not everyone can possess that kind of Nirvana-transford Desolate Beast Body like Luo Chen.
Moreover, going back this ti, the news will soon reach the Dark Abyss Sect; he won’t be able to stay at his own ho for long, why bother bidding farewell to friends?
Luo Chen instinctively reached to touch the hidden water droplet pattern on his brow, Qi Power surged, disappearing into the vast sea of clouds.
...
On Mount Sky Cliff.
Midway up the mountain.
A graceful silhouette sat on the jade steps in front of the palace, her expression sorrowful, eyes vacant, lost in thought.
Her gaze drifted beyond, where a large black tiger climbed and leaped in the mountain, lively and agile.
Two people sat atop it, cheerful laughter continuously emanating.
Anyone who heard it could discern the delight in it.
Monts later, the black tiger leapt robustly onto the jade plaza, striding vigorously under the command of a slender young boy towards the young woman.
As he approached, the boy suddenly yanked the reins, and the tiger abruptly stopped.
"Mother, I can control this big tiger now!"
The boy dismounted clumsily with reckless movents, startling the woman back to reality.
"Lingxi, what are you doing!"
Unexpectedly, the black tiger extended a wing sideways, smoothly assisting the boy to slide down.
Only then did Qin Yuanjiang on the black tiger’s back smile and say, "Master Sima, don’t worry. I specially modified this puppet, even without Spirit Power, Lingxi can control it."
A mortal without Spirit Power, yet able to control a puppet of Order, such a thing would astonish many if known.
But in Qin Yuanjiang’s mouth, it appeared mundane compared to the montary excitent of the boy which he valued more.
Sima Huiniang opened her mouth slightly, murmuring, "Actually, the sect’s construction needs you more now, there’s no need to spend energy on these unnecessary things."
Qin Yuanjiang lowered his head to gaze at the boy, feeling sowhat sentintal.
"It’s not unnecessary, just reminds that when I was young, my father, seeing my fondness for the little puppets he bought, decided to send to Luo Yun Sect for cultivation."
"Lingxi isn’t quite suited for traditional cultivation thods, I thought perhaps the Path of Puppet could be a choice for him to embark on the Immortal Path."
"Moreover, Lingxi is like..."
As he spoke further, his expression showed so lancholy.
If his pregnant wife hadn’t died in that Luo Yun Sect internal turmoil, he too should have had a child.
Sigh...
"I have to leave now, if there’s anything, Master, call anyti." Qin Yuanjiang, seeing it’s getting late, proactively bid farewell.
Sima Huiniang naturally couldn’t persuade him to stay, after sending him off a few steps, let him go.
Turning around, she saw her son still excitedly fiddling with the black tiger, and couldn’t help but sigh.
Upon hearing the sigh, Luo Lingxi curiously ran over and took his mother’s hand.
"Mother, I heard them say that when I’m twelve, I can start cultivation. I can also be like them, soaring in the sky and escaping the ground, capable of anything. Is that true?"
Sima Huiniang’s face suddenly changed, "Who told you? Who are they?"
Luo Lingxi pursed his little lips, didn’t cry but dared not continue questioning either.
Whenever it’s about cultivation, whenever he asks, his mother always reacts like this.
Seeing her son’s aggrieved look, Sima Huiniang lovingly picked up his thin body.
"Lingxi, shall we not cultivate, alright?"
Luo Lingxi turned his head stubbornly and replied, "No way!"
"You!"
Sima Huiniang was furious.
Luo Lingxi suddenly turned his head, glaring at her, "Are you going to hit again? I heard them say, my father is very powerful, the most powerful person in the world. If you hit , I’ll certainly tell him when he returns, and he’ll definitely beat you."
While speaking, the little figure had already broken free from the woman’s grasp, running toward the palace.
Running, shouting all the way.
"Sister Ming Yue, mother wants to hit again!"
Sima Huiniang clenched her fists yet slowly relaxed them.
His father is indeed a very powerful person.
Knowing his son was bullied, he would probably beat her!
However, cultivation...
The woman shook her head, dejectedly sat back on the steps.
Lingxi must not cultivate, absolutely not.
At least, until his father returns, she dare not let him cultivate.
Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.
"Husband, if I knew your intention back then, I wouldn’t have wanted this child."
"Even if born, it’s rely to let him suffer hardships, better if I endure it myself."
Sima Huiniang was both angry and heartbroken, yet the chanting of "husband" beca more frequent.
When will he return?
In the moonlight, a silhouette stepped forth from the moon.
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