Inside the Tianxue Private Room.
Baili Wenyue was leisurely sipping his tea. “Seventh Junior Brother, you’ve switched up this tea with something new again. After drinking this cup, it feels like I can see vast mountains and rivers, my entire being feels elevated.”
“It’s Sixth Senior Brother’s own state that has improved,” Mo Jinghong replied, his picturesque eyes calm as ever.
“Alas! I’ve been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage for several years now. Even Little Junior Sister has advanced, yet I still haven’t found the opportunity for a breakthrough…” Baili Wenyue was anxious inside too.
But over these years, he had tried both seclusion and practical training, yet he still couldn’t advance!
Baili Wenyue didn’t understand why he was having such difficulty breaking through that barrier.
“Has Sixth Senior Brother ever considered why you cultivate?” Mo Jinghong’s voice was cool and clear like jade.
Baili Wenyue’s fox-like eyes darted around for a moment before he answered, “Why? Naturally, for fun. To not be controlled by the family. To not be so idle…”
He paused briefly, stroking his chin. “And also, to look cool. Think about it, flying on a sword—how handsome and dashing is that!”
“It doesn’t seem like Sixth Senior Brother is actually controlled by the family, though?” Mo Jinghong’s eyes were dark and deep.
Baili Wenyue said helplessly, “Ah! I’m naturally freedom-loving. What I hate most is people arranging things for me. Back in the family, they were always assigning me various cultivation tasks, so I chose to run away.”
Mo Jinghong stated calmly, “At the Lingyun Sect, Little Junior Sister hasn’t given you fewer tasks to do…”
Baili Wenyue waved his hand dismissively. “That’s different. Little Junior Sister’s tasks have no ulterior motive. They’re just to make me stronger. I don’t feel the slightest bit of resentment towards them.”
“Has Sixth Senior Brother never felt any intense impulse driving your cultivation?” Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes were like stars—profound and mysterious.
Baili Wenyue thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Seems not. The only strong feeling I get is a sense of crushing defeat when you guys push me so hard…”
Every time after going through days and nights of intense cultivation forced by them, he would go to other sects to find people to challenge.
“Seventh Junior Brother, how do all of you manage to stay in seclusion for several years at a time?” Baili Wenyue asked curiously.
“Sixth Senior Brother, if one day, Fifth Senior Sister encountered a powerful enemy, an enemy who wanted to kill her, and you were unable to protect her, what would you do?” Mo Jinghong’s voice was cool.
“I would protect her with my life.” Baili Wenyue’s alluring fox-like eyes held a trace of cold determination.
Ning Shiyue wouldn’t encounter any fatal danger, though.
Whenever she went out for training, Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister always accompanied her.
And on ordinary outings, he was always there too.
If they really couldn’t win, he could invoke the Luo family name. At least throughout this Kyushu region, no one would dare offend the Luo family.
Mo Jinghong raised his hand again to pour Baili Wenyue another cup of tea, every movement exuding nobility and grace.
Baili Wenyue picked up the teacup, savoring it slowly. “Seventh Junior Brother, this tea of yours… could you spare a few catties for me?”
“No,” Mo Jinghong refused coldly.
“Alas! Really not as good as Little Junior Sister after all! Wanting a bit of my junior brother’s tea is this difficult.” Baili Wenyue sighed, shaking his head, putting on a show of being heartbroken.
Mo Jinghong’s eyes were dark, a slight curve to his thin lips, but he didn’t respond.
“Seventh Junior Brother, why did you ask me about the purpose of cultivation earlier? Could it be that because my purpose isn’t pure enough, I can’t advance to the Yuan Ying stage?”
Mo Jinghong remained silent, his gaze fixed on Baili Wenyue’s teacup, as if waiting for him to finish drinking.
Baili Wenyue didn’t understand Mo Jinghong’s meaning. “Seventh Junior Brother, you’re not thinking of charging me, are you?”
“No charge. I’m waiting for you to finish this cup of tea,” Mo Jinghong stated calmly.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Baili Wenyue downed the tea in one gulp and pushed the cup towards Mo Jinghong. “Another cup, please.”
Mo Jinghong stood up. “Sixth Senior Brother, in a little while, perhaps you will understand the meaning of cultivation.”
Baili Wenyue also stood up, excitement flashing in his eyes. “In a little while? Are we going to fight? But Fifth Senior Sister and Little Junior Sister haven’t returned yet…”
Mo Jinghong raised his slender hand, and a talisman was pressed against Baili Wenyue’s forehead.
Before Baili Wenyue could react, a flash of white light passed before his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, Baili Wenyue found himself in a vast, white expanse.
Mo Jinghong stood opposite him.
“Seventh Junior Brother, you’re not thinking of sparring with me, are you?” Baili Wenyue jumped back several steps in succession.
When had he ever offended Seventh Junior Brother?
A flicker of red light passed through Mo Jinghong’s eyes. On his face, capable of captivating all beings, there was now an added air of aloof disdain and indifference. His entire presence was powerful, exuding unparalleled nobility and grace.
His ink-black eyes were like stars—bright, rippling, and mysterious.
He stood like a deity high above, inspiring awe and fear in all who beheld him.
“Um, Seventh Junior Brother, don’t be impulsive. You’re at the Nascent Soul stage, a Nascent Soul fighting a Golden Core? Word would get out and you’d lose face!” Baili Wenyue’s voice trembled slightly. He must have offended Seventh Junior Brother somehow!
Why else would Seventh Junior Brother look so terrifying?
“What does Sixth Senior Brother feel?” Mo Jinghong’s face was handsome and majestic.
“The pressure of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator is terrifying! I almost knelt!” Baili Wenyue felt fortunate.
Lucky it was Mo Jinghong on the other side; otherwise, he might not have escaped with his life.
At that moment, Baili Wenyue understood. The gap between the Nascent Soul stage and the Golden Core stage was like a chasm—unbridgeable.
No wonder everyone was pursuing the path to becoming a deity…
Mo Jinghong’s gaze deepened. “What else does Sixth Senior Brother feel?”
