"A faint light emanated from Leng Wuyan's hands. Numerous characters emerged from the jade, arranging and combining in the air on their own.
"Fairy Caixia and Makoto Akagi have become dao companions, adding a transcendent tribulation master to Zhengyizong!"
"Caixia, that woman, found a companion? Has Makoto Akagi lost his mind or his eyes?" Leng Wuyan grumbled as she watched the news.
Lin Yuan, the head of the Lieyang Sect, sacrificed his cultivation to protect his companion Mo Xiaoxian during the Dan Tribulation, causing damage to his own cultivation base. This might lead to the Lieyang Sect falling from its first-class status."
Leng Wuyan frowned. "Risking the tribulation for a woman? Lin Yuan must be a fool! If the Lieyang Sect becomes second-rate because of this, Lin Yuan will be remembered as a sinner for generations."
"Indeed, romantic entanglements only lead to poor judgments," she muttered resentfully, her expression sour as if she had tasted something unpleasant.
Continuing to read:
"The leaders of the Five Elements Sect and the Fairy of the Frozen Cloud Sect have become companions, joining forces."
"The top three masters of the imperial court, Shentu Ye, attended the wedding at Ling Yang Mountain."
"The ancestor of the Acacia Sect, Huanxi, has developed a high-efficiency dual cultivation technique that doesn't require twelve consecutive hours of standby."
...
Boom!
Leng Wuyan remained stoic, crushing the jade into pieces.
"What's with this recent information? Why does it leave a bitter taste?" she questioned.
With her hands behind her back, she wore an expressionless face.
"The heavens and the earth are indifferent; the path of immortality is indifferent!"
"Dual cultivation, dao companions... Those fools are clearly misled! Unlike me, with a pure heart and senses, having already ascended to the throne and earned the admiration of thousands," Leng Wuyan sneered.
Before turning 15, she had severed her emotions and desires, dedicating all her energy to cultivation, ultimately achieving an emperor-level cultivation.
"Look at the talented individuals born in my generation. They are plagued by love and unable to reach the pinnacle of the path."
"I have become the head of You Luo Palace, while they are still entangled in worldly matters."
"Simply foolish!"
Leng Wuyan strictly prohibited her disciples from falling in love.
Despite the gossip circulating about her, her conviction remained steadfast.
In a few hundred years,
She would pride herself on her unwavering Dao heart.
Yet, for some reason, as she gazed at the boundless White Snow Mountain ahead, a tinge of sadness crept into her heart.
Accompanied only by the wind and snow, there was no warmth.
If all went as expected, she would likely remain this lonely for the next hundred thousand years, wouldn't she?
Leng Wuyan wrapped herself in her robe.
Her Dao body, usually unaffected by temperature, felt a slight chill at this moment.
"Shusha~"
Footsteps echoed from behind her.
"Master, all the medicinal pills prepared by the disciples have been submitted. Should I place them in your study?" the female disciple asked respectfully.
Leng Wuyan concealed her emotions, turned around, and replied, "No need, just give them to me."
She needed a distraction to shift her focus and change her mood.
"Yes."
The female disciple presented a storage ring, excused herself, and departed.
Leng Wuyan found a secluded courtyard and sat on a wooden chair.
Immortal cultivation was an intricate matter.
Any missteps or oversights could lead to Qi deviation and death.
She had experienced that horrifying moment herself.
So, on her first day as the head of You Luo Palace, Leng Wuyan vowed to herself to be responsible for her disciples, ensuring they stayed on the right path in their practice.
Pill refining was the best way to gauge a person's heart and cultivation level.
"Yes, the progress is quite evident."
Leng Wuyan nodded in satisfaction. "It seems keeping them away from romantic involvements was the right decision."
Thinking of this, she felt a lot better.
As she picked up the last pillbox, she noticed it felt off in weight and lacked a signature.
Upon opening it, she found a blue stone inside.
"Huh? A Photostone?"
Leng Wuyan frowned. "Who would deceive me with this?"
She considered discarding it but hesitated, eventually letting curiosity prevail.
"I want to see who's so audacious!"
A flash of light blinded her momentarily, revealing Rakshasa Peak in the background. A tall, distinguished man stood before her.
He was dressed in white, possessed a handsome face, and smiled, saying, "You're here."
Leng Wuyan was taken aback. "Ran'er?"
The man turned out to be Holy Son Ye Ran.
Why would he send a recording? If there was something he couldn't say in person?
Was there an unspeakable matter?
Ye Ran looked at her and expressed, "Thank you for always being by my side; you are like a ray of warm sunshine illuminating my dark life."
Leng Wuyan shook her head and smiled. "So I should be thanking you for being my teacher. Since when did this boy learn to speak like this?"
Meanwhile, Ye Ran's video continued to play.
He "gazed" at Leng Wuyan affectionately, his voice deep and melodious. "I adore rainbows in the rain, the light after the rain, and you at all times."
Leng Wuyan was taken aback. "Huh?"
Something about this line seemed off, didn't it?
"My attention is solely on you, surpassing the brilliance of hundreds of millions of stars."
"Um?"
"I like you, so will you be my date?"
"Ah?"