Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

"You just used the Transcendental Technique, didn't you?" Feng Qiguang asked, his voice soft and trembling slightly.

Yu Luoning looked up and felt her heart skip a beat.

Oh no, Barbie Q is gone.

Yu Luoning feigned composure, her voice deliberately affected and coquettish as she said, "What 'transcendental technique'? I've never heard of it before. You wouldn't be referring to that purple spell from earlier, would you? That's a spell from my hometown, called the 'Five-Strike Lightning Whip - Repeated Leaping Technique'..."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Because the person opposite her was just watching her quietly.

He stood amidst the ruins, his robes tattered, half his body covered in blood, the moonlight falling on his face, a broken and fragmented image.

There was no life in his eyes, only redness in his eyes.

Yu Luoning looked away, coughed lightly, and continued, "If Prince Feng wants to learn, I can teach you... However, it's getting late, and it's not really convenient for us, a man and a woman, to be alone together. How about we do it another day? Hehe..."

Yu Luoning turned to run, but the next moment, her body was suddenly locked from behind and firmly held in a strong chest.

Yu Luoning was unable to move.

I could hear his rapid breathing, which gradually calmed down over time, but still carried a slight tremor.

"Are you still trying to lie to me?"

His voice descended from above, low and hoarse, "I may be blind, but my heart isn't. You're still the same, always making up lies..."

Yu Luoning remained silent.

He added, his voice even lower, as if squeezed from the deepest part of his chest, "Little Darling, you're finally back."

She was held so tightly that she could hardly breathe.

Then she felt a few warm drops in the crook of her neck.

Yu Luoning was greatly alarmed.

This guy... is crying?

She stood frozen in place, neither moving nor speaking, simply being held in his arms, listening to his breathing gradually calm down.

After a long while, Yu Luoning spoke softly.

She looked into the distance, her gaze passing through the broken eaves and landing on the vast, boundless, dark sky.

"Since you recognized me, I won't pretend anymore."

Yu Luoning didn't break free from him, her voice calm: "Feng Qiguang, just consider me dead."

Feng Qiguang's arm tightened slightly, his voice somewhat bewildered:

What does it mean when you're dead?

"It means exactly what it says."

Yu Luoning lowered her eyes, her gaze resolute. "My feigned death was not an accident; it was my own choice."

Why?

"Because you and Li Yunyu fought so fiercely, they wouldn't stop until one of you died."

She paused, her voice remaining as calm as ever, "I don't want to see any of you die, so I choose to die myself. That way, I've settled things with both sides, isn't that better?"

Feng Qiguang remained silent for a long time. "Why didn't you come to find me?"

"What do I need you for?" Yu Luoning retorted, "To have you and Li Yunyu continue fighting?"

"You could have chosen me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Luoning chuckled softly but remained silent.

She shifted in his arms, he released her, and she turned around to look up at him.

The man's eyes were still red, and something seemed to be weighing on his gaze, making the moist redness even deeper.

Yu Luoning glanced at him and sighed.

"Feng Qiguang, have you ever thought about it?... Have you ever asked me who I want to choose?"

Feng Qiguang was slightly taken aback.

"You two are fighting like crazy, treating me like something to be fought over. You made me choose you, and Li Yunyu made me choose him, but neither of you asked me if I wanted to choose."

"If I choose you, will Lee Yun-yu let go?"

Feng Qiguang remained silent.

If I choose him, will you let go?

Still, silence.

"So I don't want to choose anyone. I won't choose anyone. Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Purple Mansion, Golden Core, Nascent Soul... How many years will it take before we truly glimpse the Great Dao? In this long journey, emotions are just a diversion on the path to the Great Dao."

A night breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs at her temples.

Feng Qiguang stood there, looking at her, and remained silent for a very long time.

"So what do you mean now?" his voice was hoarse.

Yu Luoning turned her head to look at him, a slight smile curving her lips, a hint of despair in her expression. "I... am very loving."

Feng Qiguang: "..."

"There might be other men in the future," she paused, then stated her thoughts frankly.

Feng Qiguang's pupils dilated as he stared at her, remaining silent for a long time.

He thought she was simply having trouble choosing between him and Li Yunyu.

But... there could be other men?

He took a deep breath.

He kept believing he had killed her with his own hands, believing he had killed his lover. He was trapped in this thought and couldn't escape it, which damaged his Dao heart.

Now that I have learned of her resurrection, I have not yet recovered from the joy of her return, when I heard these words.

Yu Luo Ning looked at him quietly. The moonlight, like water, fell on her face, and her amber pupils were bright and calm.

"So..." she began, her voice neither loud nor soft, yet icy cold, "You decide for yourself."

Feng Qiguang remained silent.

He just stood there, looking at her, for a long time.

Finally, he looked away, turned around, and left.

His steps were steady, and he didn't look back.

Yu Luoning stood there, watching his hand holding the sword, which trembled slightly.

Finally, his figure disappeared into the night.

Yu Luoning didn't move, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She calmly considered what choice Feng Qiguang would make.

Should one accept becoming one of her concubines, or refuse?

If it's the former, given his personality, this is a long road ahead; mental preparation won't be a matter of just a day or two.

As for the latter, one should sever all emotional ties and treat her as a tribulation on the path of cultivation, and then overcome it.

He became ruthless and cold-blooded, but his Dao heart was reshaped, making this path easier for him.

Yu Luoning paused for a moment after thinking about this.

She didn't care which option the other party chose.

A night breeze blew by, and Yu Luoning took a deep breath of cool air.

Then he turned around and flew through the air to a forest ten miles away.

Song Chiwen waited anxiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yu Luoning was calm and unharmed.

The clerk looked up at Yu Luoning with admiration, "Sister, did you manage to subdue that monster?"

Yu Luoning: "No, but it's not a big problem if we delay until the Feng family patriarch arrives."

Song Chi, who was standing to the side, did not speak, but simply looked down at his hands.

Tonight, he couldn't help at all.

Even though he was called a genius by others, and had reached the third level of Qi Refining in just three months, he could only flee in a sorry state when facing that hairy ghost cultivator today.

He clenched his fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again.

He wants to become stronger, faster, even faster.

The three of them flew back to the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, Yu Luoning glanced into the courtyard.

The courtyard wall collapsed, the door panel was crooked, and the floor tiles were broken.

None of that mattered; what she cared about was the long black fur flying all over the yard.

The fruit fell densely to the ground, hung on the jujube tree, and stuck to the steps.

Anyone here? Time to collect hair! Collect hair!

Two thousand five hundred per kilogram.

After a long silence, Yu Luoning said, "I think we should stay at a hotel tonight."