Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

60. The Demon Lord XIII

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Nothing.” Zhuo Hua shook his head.

“For the details, we still have to wait for the discussion of the major sects. It is time to use the Return Order. Do you think so?”

The Return Order was a common token used in the Cultivation World. When something major happened in the world, it could summon all the people together to discuss a solution.

They agreed to Qing Yangzi’s suggestion for it was related to the interests of the whole world. And Muyang Temple couldn’t deal with the demons alone.

After deliberation, they got up and left.

“Junior Sister.” Qing Yangzi called Qing Shuang.

Knowing that the two had something to talk, the others went back to their places without staying longer.

“Junior Sister, how’s your a-hundred-year in-door training? Did you make a breakthrough?” Qing Yangzi asked.

His junior sister Qing Shuang was a prodigy. She could cultivate at a very fast speed since childhood. It took Qing Shuang only half a month to cultivate from the fisrt-level to the ninth-level of cultivation. That was quite impressive.

If she could continue cultivating at such a speed, Qing Shuang should have already be immortal. But it was strange that Qing Shuang stayed for a solid hundred years at the peak of the ninth-level of Qi cultivation before breaking through to the Foundation Establishment.

It took her half a year to cultivate from the first-level to the ninth-level of Foundation Establishment. Then, she stopped at the peak of the same period for five hundred years, and made a breakthrough when she was about to die.

Their Master told them that Qing Shuang had a special constitution, namely a well grounded physique, and among the cultivators of the same stage, no one could be her opponent. She could even challenge to go beyond the limits of stages. If the side effects of this constitution were overcome by her, it would be only a matter of time before she became an immortal. If she was limited by it, then Qing Shuang had no choice but to wait for the day when her death came and then she would make a breakthrough.

Now, Qing Shuang had stayed at the peak of Nascent Soul Stage for thousands of years. Although she had practiced in-door training for a long time, there was still no progress. Qing Yangzi was quite worried.

“It will be okay. I have already felt that the bottleneck is a little loose, and I should be able to break through before long.” Qing Shuang looked at Qing Yangzi and cracked a smile.

“Congratulations to you. I’m really looking forward to the day when you break through. When it is done, there will be the tenth cultivator of Deity Transformation Period in the Cultivation World.”

‘Only Qing Yangzi will care so much about me,’ looking at Qing Yangzi, Qing Shuang thought.

‘I am accepted by my Master earlier than Qing Yangzi in the Sect and I’m also elder than Qing Yangzi. I can still remember that when Qing Yangzi just entered the Sect, he followed me every day, and how he called me Senior Sister.’

‘Later, my cultivation stagnated. Qing Yangzi changed the appellation from Senior Sister to Junior Sister. No matter how much his strength had improved, he would always cheer me up with encouraging eyes.’

‘Without Qing Yangzi, I must have collapsed in the endless cultivation.’

Qing Shuang left the Chaos peak with a wry smile.

‘It’s not so easy to make a breakthrough. For thousands of years, the bottleneck has been loosened. Every time I was surprised to break through that bottleneck, I would always find my effort was in vain.’

Qing Shuang looked at the sky, ‘The death is coming. Can’t I really make it?’

She slowly walked towards the Clouds Peak.

Zhuo Hua returned to Bamboo Peak, but did not go back to his bamboo cottage. Instead, he opened the door of the alchemy room. Zhuo Hua leaned against the door; the Lust Toxic broke out again.

Nan Chen left Li to Kaka, ready to go to the hot spring in the back of the peak when he saw Zhuo Hua stumbling into the alchemy room.

Nan Chen was surprised. When he went to the outside of the alchemy room, he heard a slight moan.

Nan Chen clenched his fists. He wanted to break into the room and tear the mask of Zhuo Hua.

‘No, I have to hold it. I can’t get in now.’