Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The design of Wanqing Tea as the ending of the apology ceremony is ingenious.

First of all, tea is almost absolutely safe. Ninety-nine percent of the poisons in the world cannot resist the purification of Wanqing Tea. If Wang Luo is really the person who shares the Taoist tradition with the king, there is no reason why he cannot recognize this "forgiveness tea" that was quite famous in the old world, so much so that even the Lord Zhiyao has been obsessed with it.

Secondly, a cup of tea can make all grudges disappear. It is also the simplest, most direct, most acceptable, and least awkward way to accept an apology.

Wang Luo does not need to say any false words against his will, and he does not need to bow to anyone. As long as he drinks a cup of tea, everyone present can witness the end of a grudge.

So when he saw Wanqing Tea, Wang Luo did not mind cooperating with everyone to perform this show to the end.

Or, he did not mind forgiving Yu Xiaobo.

Because in the final analysis, Yu Xiaobo did not have time to do anything. Basically, all conspiracies and tricks have been prevented in advance, and it is difficult to find a real victim at this time. At this time, he has lost the capital to continue to stir up trouble... So, for the party with the advantage, it is not bad to temporarily settle the grudge.

Unlike his senior sister, Wang Luo is not obsessed with "eliminating all evil".

However, these ideas of kindness and peace were already considered useless by him when he set out to Jinghua District, and even when he heard Gu Shishi's message.

That's right, as long as Yu Xiaobo bows his head, everything will end... But will he bow his head?

Wang Luo doesn't believe it.

And the tea in front of him also confirms his initial guess.

This gorgeous performance with a full sense of ritual was destined to end unsatisfactorily from the very beginning.

However, Wanqing Tea...

Looking at the clear and flawless tea in the cup, Wang Luo first smiled, then sneered, and then laughed out loud.

In the laughter, all the celebrities present were stunned.

A manager of Bolan Manor frowned and asked, "Wang Luo, what are you laughing at?"

Wang Luo ignored him, and did not restrain his laughter. He just lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Xiaobo.

This was the first time that there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Admiration for Yu Xiaobo for finally coming up with a brilliant move.

He added some of his own feces and urine to the cup of tea in front of him, or the pot of tea.

A little filth naturally could not match the purification effect of Wanqing Tea, so there was no filth left in the cup and the pot, and the tea and even the tea fragrance were still flawless. Yu Xiaobo drank a cup of tea, and it was quite pleasant to produce and sell it himself.

But if Wang Luo drank it, the nature would be different.

Even if it had been purified by Wanqing Tea and there was no filth left, the traces of filth would not disappear.

Wanqing Tea is indeed extraordinary, but its purification ability is also limited. It is impossible for a piece of tea to purify the Mozhou Blood River.

Every time a bit of toxins and filth is purified, the tea fragrance will be slightly lost. This loss can be hidden from those later generations who have hardly seen Wanqing Tea, but it cannot be hidden from the Lingshan people who have systematically learned the tea ceremony with Master Song Yiming and drank Wanqing Tea as plain water.

Of course, in theory, no matter what Yu Xiaobo puts in the tea, since it has been purified, it seems that there is no need to care about it... But at this time and place, at the end of an extremely important "ritual", drinking the tea that has been polluted and profaned will itself constitute a brand new ritual.

A ritual called the Eight-Direction Fortune-Cutting Formation.

Wang Luo did not understand the Eight-Direction Fortune-Cutting Formation, nor had he seen its formation diagram, but even after a thousand years and after the changes in the way of heaven, there are still many principles in the way of immortals.

If you want to cut off a person's fortune, there is nothing more effective than humiliating or even blaspheming in person.

After drinking this cup of tea, Yu Xiaobo's dormant Eight-Direction Fortune-Reducing Formation would probably be revived immediately, and then...

Wang Luo didn't think that his fortune as the master of Lingshan Mountain would really be eliminated, but the point of this matter was not this.

The point was that he was really tired of this kind of repeated incompetent provocation. Even if Yu Xiaobo finally did a good job that he praised, it would not help.

Wang Luo never liked this boring game.

So let's stop here.

So, after a long laugh, Wang Luo shook his head.

Yu Xiaobo's heart trembled, and he pretended to be surprised and asked: "Mr. Wang, is there anything else you are not satisfied with? Please make it clear. As long as I can, I will..."

Wang Luo waved his hand, but took out an hourglass from his white clothes and placed it on the ground.

"This is a small toy I made a few days ago to count down a table. I'll give it to you as a gift. This pot of tea is really wonderful."

As he spoke, the fine sand in the glass flowed at a very slow speed. Judging from the flow rate, it would take more than a day to complete the countdown.

What does this countdown mean?

Although Wang Luo did not say the answer to this question, everyone present had a vague understanding: Wang Luo was counting down Yu Xiaobo's life!

"Before the countdown ends, I suggest you stay in the academy temporarily, otherwise my civil engineering seems to be meaningless... Then, I'll take my leave first."

After speaking, Wang Luo turned around and left. The back of the white-clothed figure was already murderous.

"Wait, what exactly are you dissatisfied with? It's better to make it clear!"

At the table, Bai Xiangli finally couldn't help but frown, and an invisible ripple spread from his forehead. The Nascent Soul-level divine consciousness instantly locked the entire space.

Wang Luo's figure paused.

"You can leave if you want, but make your words clear before you leave. Things have come to this point, what else do you want? Forgive others when you can, and don't be too greedy!"

Wang Luo just smiled: "The divine consciousness lock is used beautifully, but it's a pity..."

As he said, a golden light suddenly lit up around him, and the Ascension Record jumped out of the void with the operation of divine consciousness, and then activated a mountain master's magical power that was unlocked not long ago.

Back to the mountain.

The next moment, Wang Luo's figure disappeared without a trace in full view of everyone.

"What!?" Bai Xiangli couldn't believe his eyes.

His divine consciousness lock seemed simple, but with the cultivation of the Nascent Soul-level, even if it was triggered by the opponent of the same Nascent Soul, he had to deal with it seriously. Even if he could break the space shackles, he would never be as casual as he did just now.

It seemed that at that moment, he had escaped from the shackles of space and was walking in the endless void.

And that was definitely not a magical power that a young man who had not even condensed his golden elixir could use!

On the other side, Han Xingyan came to Yu Xiaobo with a sullen face and slapped him so hard that he flew backwards, with half of his mouth full of broken teeth.

"What did you add to the tea!?"

Yu Xiaobo fell in a corner of the lobby, his expression was like a smile, like crying, and only a distorted sound was faintly squeezed out from his broken mouth.

"Yes, I will definitely win..."