After Luo Qingchen finished speaking, a slight ripple erged in Luo Qingxian’s beautiful eyes as she quietly gazed at that figure about to leave the courtyard.
After a while, Luo Qingxian finally gave her evaluation: "Soone who can control a man’s inherent desires, unmoved by beauty, with affection and loyalty, barely qualifies."
In fact, during their conversation earlier, Luo Qingxian had been observing the changes in the other person’s expression and speculating on his psychological shifts.
The first was Ye Xiaofan’s initial reaction upon seeing her; being stunned was typical for a normal male cultivator. However, he quickly weighed the pros and cons, suppressing the stir in his heart, indicating that beauty could not sway him, nor could won disturb his intentions.
If he lacked even this level of self-control, there would be no point in proceeding with the next plan. Ning Xianyi, a girl of such astonishing caliber, would absolutely remain uninfluenced by a re vagrant.
As for affection and loyalty, it was when he heard about the Godslaying Sword and the "Godslaying Sword Technique," though tempted, his gaze did not show extre greed. Instead, when he learned the "Godslaying Sword Technique" could save his master, he boldly agreed to cooperate without considering the consequences.
This is a type of affection, a type of loyalty!
Such people are indeed rare, especially since standing before him was Luo Qingxian, offering the Godslaying Sword and the "Godslaying Sword Technique."
Upon hearing Luo Qingxian’s words, Luo Qingchen was slightly taken aback and instinctively remarked, "Such high praise? Sis, I’ve never heard you rate anyone like that."
"That’s because such people are extrely rare. Aren’t you planning to spar with him in Sword Intent? Hurry up, or he’ll be gone. In fact, it’s best to corner him at the Peak of Forest, so those ’annoying fellows’ rember what he looks like."
By ’those annoying fellows,’ Luo Qingxian naturally referred to her suitors and admirers.
Any cultivator bold enough to pursue or admire the future Saintess of the Divine Sword Sect was undeniably a peerless freak with terrifying strengths.
With such a group constantly watching, that figure would undoubtedly feel imnse pressure, benefiting greatly from being in constant confrontation with them.
After all, facing the top-tier freaks of the Divine Sword Sect, every bit of potential would be pushed to its limits.
"For that ’bold idea,’ you really are relentless. I wonder if in the future he’ll be grateful to you or just grateful." Luo Qingchen shrugged after speaking, then quickly vanished into the sky in the direction Ye Xiaofan went.
However, his lazy voice lingered.
"You always say the more beautiful and stunning a woman is, the more terrifying and calculating she is. Sis, are you talking about yourself?"
"Luo Qingchen, are you itching for a beating?"
Luo Qingxian’s charming face instantly darkened, yet a trace of undetectable sorrow flashed in her eyes. If not for ’that person, that matter,’ why would she walk this road of no return?
It’s undeniable that the future Saintess of the Divine Sword Sect is a rare beauty seen once in millennia, even when her face is dark, she’s stunningly beautiful.
Of course, this scene was not sothing Ye Xiaofan could witness.
At this mont, he was completely stunned in mid-air.
When Ye Xiaofan quickly fled the unique courtyard and reached the Spirit Peak, he was instantly dumbfounded by what he saw.
What was once a not-so-crowded Spirit Peak was now teeming with people, countless figures standing on this stretch of land, and even atop the primitive trees, terrifying figures lood.
These figures varied in strength; so were true self-realm senior brothers, others self-slaying realm, and quite a few were terrifying ’peak spiritual essence realm’ cultivators.
Undoubtedly, these figures were the peerless freaks accumulated over the years by the Divine Sword Sect. Even though their numbers weren’t vast, there were dozens of them, and coupled with those with talent comparable to peerless freaks, with the most exceptional among them, Ye Xiaofan gulped down his saliva.
Without needing to guess, he knew these senior brothers must have ’got wind’ and arrived as ’suitors,’ all of whom admirers of Luo Qingxian and thinking they still might stand a chance.
Ye Xiaofan, looking at the dozens of annoyed gazes, could only respond with a bitter smile, respectfully greeting each senior brother of the Divine Sword Sect, appearing extrely ’guilty’ and ’apologetic.’
Aside from those ’who ca after hearing the news,’ there were also countless terrifying self-slaying realm figures who were originally atop this Spirit Peak, each like rulers with their gaze fixed squarely on Ye Xiaofan.
Compared to these true self-realm and self-slaying realm senior brothers, at this mont, Ye Xiaofan seed so weak, weak enough to be considered insignificant.
Among them, even the weakest ’peak spiritual essence realm’ freakish admirer could be a worthy opponent for him.
As for those true self-realm cultivators, a single slap could turn him into mush, not to ntion the self-slaying realm; a re glance could disturb his spiritual power, and a flick of a finger could obliterate him without a trace.
Ye Xiaofan, faced with countless admirers and suitors of Luo Qingxian, was forced to squeeze out a reluctant yet sincere smile as those Flower Guardian-grade senior brothers fixed their unyielding gaze on him.
"Is he the Sword Saint’s successor, Ye Xiaofan? It seems the rumors are true; he did indeed et with Junior Sister Luo."
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