Chapter 286: This Nun Is Quite Diligent, and Farewell

By right, he should have left after delivering her.

But now, he naturally had to wait a little longer.

Unknowingly, another month had passed.

Meng Changqing sat cross-legged beneath an ancient tree.

A gentle breeze blew, leaves drifted down.

“I’ve reached the limit.” Meng Changqing slowly opened his eyes, his body glowing with a crystalline radiance.

Sitting there, he was like an independent world, immovable.

As expected, ten strands of law power were his current limit.

Even though his spiritual attainment had skyrocketed, his cultivation level was still too low — just the second stage of Marquis Realm.

He couldn’t absorb more until he reached the third stage.

“I need to push my cultivation forward.” Meng Changqing’s eyes flickered.

Lately, even though he had been on the road, thanks to Xu Fengquan’s multitasking technique, his cultivation had been steadily increasing.

Now, he had broken through to the second stage.

But to him, it still felt slow.

He originally thought that crushing two powerful Marquis warriors meant near-invincibility in this realm.

However, the appearance of a Quasi-Royal gave him a sense of crisis.

That was a power far beyond the Marquis Realm.

To become a Quasi-Royal, one needed to reach at least the ninth stage of the Marquis Realm!

With this in mind, Meng Changqing opened his status panel.

He tapped on Yue Qingchan’s portrait.

He saw that his proficiency in the Great Yin-Yang Joyful Meditation had reached the Mastery stage.

“Not bad.” Meng Changqing nodded slightly.

This nun is quite diligent. She is almost at Perfection.

But in the next second, he frowned.

How could he contact her?

He had no idea where she was now. And they didn’t have a means to communicate.

“I totally forgot about that.” Meng Changqing was at a loss.

Shaking his head, he decided to leave it for later.

Once Feng Laiyi recovered, he needed to hurry to the Black-White Academy.

—

Inside the Wooden Hut, Feng Laiyi was still soaking in the hot spring.

This wasn’t an ordinary hot spring. It contained numerous rare spiritual materials, making it an exceptional healing elixir.

It could also suppress and eliminate the Demon God’s Gu Poison within her.

Steam rose, mist swirled. Her long, black hair clung to her back. Sweat beaded on her forehead, dripping down her face and sliding over her chest.

The blood-like patterns on her skin had faded significantly.

At this rate, another month would be enough to completely cleanse them.

Hoo~

At a certain moment, Feng Laiyi suddenly opened her eyes.

The surrounding space trembled, as if a stone had fallen into a lake, causing ripples.

But the disturbance was contained within the wooden hut.

“As expected of the Demon race’s strongest Gu poison, refined from the remnants of a legendary Demon God. If I hadn’t prepared in advance and set up this Heavenly Divine Spirit Jade Spring, I would have been in real danger this time.” Feng Laiyi let out a slow breath.

The tension in her body finally eased. She then stood up.

Through the swirling mist, a flawless, jade-like body was revealed.

“Not bad-looking.” Gazing at her reflection in the water, Feng Laiyi spoke without thinking.

The moment she realized what she had just said, her cheeks flushed slightly.

No one knew what she had been thinking just now.

With a wave of her right hand, she donned a simple yet elegant robe and stepped out of the hot spring.

As long as nothing unexpected happened, the poison in her body was no longer a major concern.

She could take a short break and go outside for a walk.

“I wonder what that brat is up to.” Feng Laiyi’s eyes shimmered like water.

She pushed open the door.

Outside, the world stretched vast and boundless.

The sky was a deep blue, with clouds drifting lazily.

Bamboo groves swayed. Flowers bloomed in abundance.

Beneath a massive ancient tree, a young man sat cross-legged, his black hair dancing lightly,

his features strikingly handsome.

The scene had a picturesque beauty.

Feng Laiyi hesitated in her steps.

For a moment, she felt reluctant to disturb him.

However, Meng Changqing noticed her presence.

“Looks like you’re all better now.” Meng Changqing stood up and smiled.

“Mm.” Feng Laiyi took a step forward, appearing directly in front of him.

They were barely half a meter apart.

To be honest, it was quite close. But perhaps because of the past half-month of close proximity, neither of them found it unusual.

Instead, it felt completely natural.

“I’m fine now.” Feng Laiyi smiled, her stunning face momentarily eclipsing the world.

“Then, does that mean you can give me my reward now?” Meng Changqing asked.

“Of course.” Without hesitation, Feng Laiyi took out two Ten-Thousand-Year Weeping Blood Branches, along with a spatial ring.

“Thanks to your protection during this time, I was able to heal in peace. The ring contains plenty of cultivation resources. I’m sure you’ll find them useful,” Feng Laiyi said.

It was an additional token of gratitude.

“Then I won’t hold back.” Meng Changqing smiled and accepted them.

At the same time, he felt relieved.

With the Ten-Thousand-Year Weeping Blood Branches in hand, his aunt and Senior Brother Yun could now rebuild their root bones and bodies, reclaiming their path of cultivation.

Especially Senior Brother Yun, who would once again rise to the glory of the Innate Sword Body.

“What do you plan to do next?” Feng Laiyi asked.

“I’m heading to the Black-White Academy. The Tower of Ascension is about to open,” Meng Changqing replied.

“I see.” For some reason, Feng Laiyi felt an inexplicable emptiness in her heart.

But her face showed no sign of it.

“I didn’t expect the Tower of Ascension to open so soon. It’s definitely an opportunity not to be missed,” she said slowly. “Each floor offers remarkable rewards. And beyond the 90th floor, there’s even a chance to attain Royalty.”

“Senior has been there before?” Meng Changqing asked.

“Yes, nearly two hundred years ago.” Feng Laiyi nodded slightly.

“What floor did you reach?” Meng Changqing was curious.

“Ninety-three.” Hearing this, Meng Changqing was shocked.

Ninety-three.

That was already an incredibly high level.

As far as he knew, the highest record so far was only ninety-seven.

“Since senior has recovered, I should take my leave now,” snapping back to reality, Meng Changqing spoke.

Though he wished to stay longer, he still had a long journey ahead.

He had to keep pushing forward.

Quasi-Royal.

Royalty.

And even the legendary Supreme Transcendence Realm!

“Alright.” Feng Laiyi pressed her lips together.

She nodded. Then, she took out a golden token.

Its front bore the word “Linglong”, while the back had a single character—”Saint”!

Meng Changqing raised an eyebrow.

He recalled that his aunt had given him a similar token.

Aside from the color, the design was nearly identical.

That token belonged to his birth mother.

His aunt had told him that if he ever encountered people from the Linglong Holy Land, he could use it to seek help.