The Most Generous Master Ever

"Achoo…"

On the Hidden Sword Peak, Qi Wuhui couldn't help but sneeze.

"That's strange. Why do I feel so gloomy these few days, as if something bad is about to happen? Could it be an illusion?"

In the past few days, Qi Wuhui felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if hundreds of eyes were watching him from behind and he had nightmares every day. The problem was that he had not done anything immoral.

Why did he have such a strange feeling?

"Sigh, forget it! Who cares."

After thinking for a moment, Qi Wuhui swept away the thoughts in his mind. He lay beside the stove and continued to sleep comfortably.

During this period of time, he had been cultivating in seclusion. His cultivation was already close to the Martial Monarch realm. He was only missing an opportunity to successfully break through. After breaking through, he could charge towards the immortal path and ascend to the upper realm to find Ye Qiu.

"To be honest, I haven't seen that guy for a long time. I really miss him." He muttered, not knowing what was wrong with him. He actually thought of his former sworn enemy. However, he wondered how Ye Qiu was doing in the upper realm. Was his life exciting?

During the period of Ye Qiu's ascension, the Great Desolate World was relatively calm, stable, and peaceful.

However, as cultivators, especially the leading Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland, everyone in the Heaven Mending Sect knew very well that this was just the calm before the storm.

On this day, the snow sealed the mountain. In Yu Qing Hall, Meng Tianzheng walked back and forth with a solemn expression, looking out of the mountain from time to time.

Soon, a figure rushed in and hurriedly reported, "Master, I've found it! The demonic energy from before was indeed emitted from Mount Yao."

"It's really them. Looks like Junior Brother's guess was right. They really made a huge commotion."

Hearing Liu Qingfeng's report, Meng Tianzheng's heart immediately turned to ashes, not knowing what to do.

The mortal world had just experienced a life and death calamity. Before they could catch their breath, another calamity was about to befall them. If this continued, would the people still have a chance of survival?

"Go, invite all the peak masters to the Jade Pure Hall to discuss something."

Meng Tianzheng's expression was solemn as he turned around and walked into the hall.

At this moment, on Violet Cloud Peak. It was as cold as ever. The snow spread and covered the entire peak. It was cold and lonely.

In front of the empty hall, two petite figures were playing happily on the snow. They were innocent and very comfortable.

In the hall, Lin Qingzhu silently guarded the steps and watched Linglong and Mengli play happily below. She did not disturb them, nor did she want to join them. She only looked up at the sky and felt worried. The sorrow in her eyes was difficult to hide.

Zhao Wan'er walked out of the hall and took out a snow-white robe. She draped it on her back and said gently, "Senior Sister, are you thinking about Master again?"

Lin Qingzhu nodded. She did not refute and only said, "Master has been gone for a year. I wonder if he's doing well up there."

She was worried and missed him.

Ever since she entered the sect, she had the company of her master and his protection as she grew up. She was already attached to this feeling. However, in the past year, after losing her master, a smile had never appeared on her face again.

She missed him all the time.

Hearing Lin Qingzhu's words, Zhao Wan'er fell silent. When had she not thought about it? In the past year, she had also successfully broken through to the Martial Monarch realm. She only needed a step to break through to the Deva realm.

However, for some reason, she was always close to breaking through. This might be the bottleneck that her master mentioned.

In this year, Lin Qingzhu had already reached the perfect realm of the Deva realm and was about to step into the Perfected Immortal realm.

As for Little Linglong, she had long become a Perfected Immortal! Ever since this little fellow woke up last time, her cultivation speed had advanced by leaps and bounds, even faster than a rocket.

She didn't cultivate either. She pulled Little Mengli along and ran all over the mountain. As she ran, she broke through. This terrifying breakthrough speed and heaven-defying talent made Zhao Wan'er and Lin Qingzhu envious. Fortunately, she was heartless. If others had her talent, their tails would probably be raised to the sky.

However, she didn't know that she only knew how to play every day. Perhaps it was because of her lack of desire that she grew rapidly.

"Bleh… Come and catch me."

On the snow, Linglong pinched a snowball and threw it at Little Mengli. She made a face and quickly ran away.

Little Mengli was instantly enraged. This indecent Little Martial Uncle wasn't like someone else's Little Martial Uncle. Someone else's Little Martial Uncle was gentle and considerate, caring towards Martial Nephew.

Look at our family. She only knows how to bully me every day.

"Damn it, don't run!"

Little Mengli gritted her teeth in anger and quickly caught up, wanting revenge. However, Linglong ran so quickly that she couldn't even see the other party's shadow.

"I'm so angry."

Little Mengli felt wronged and ran straight to her master. She hugged Lin Qingzhu's thigh and complained.

"Master, Little Martial Uncle bullied me again."

Lin Qingzhu revealed a rare smile as she looked at the two of them playing.

Without saying anything, Linglong suddenly darted out from behind and said disdainfully, "You only know how to complain every day. Shame, shame."

"Pfft…" Zhao Wan'er couldn't help but laugh out loud. She said, "Linglong, you're not allowed to bully Martial Nephew."

"Oh." Linglong was instantly speechless, but she didn't hesitate. Soon, she said, "Senior Sister, when can we go out and play? I'm tired of playing on this mountain. I really want to go down the mountain."

Zhao Wan'er was moved when she saw her pitiful gaze. She was about to agree to go down the mountain.

Lin Qingzhu saw through her scheme at a glance and said coldly, "No."

"The mortal world has just been through a calamity and it's not stable yet. It's filled with danger at the foot of the mountain and we can't leave."

Linglong immediately felt extremely wronged after being rejected by Lin Qingzhu. However, she did not dare to go against her senior sister's wishes. She hid behind Zhao Wan'er aggrievedly and tugged at her red robe.

"Senior Sister, when is Master coming back? I miss him so much."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them fell silent. Not only Linglong, but they also wanted to. However, ever since their master ascended, there had been no news of him. It was unknown what trouble he encountered in the Upper Realm that he did not send back any news.

What Linglong didn't know was that her words seemed to have hit Lin Qingzhu's sore spot. She became dazed.

"Master… will be back."

Lin Qingzhu endured her fragile heart and did not want to show her weak side in front of her disciples and junior sisters. She gritted her teeth and replied.

She was still a young lady, but she needed to comfort her junior sister.