Chapter 94: Time of Parting! Six years, and I haven’t even held her hand!
Chapter 94: Time of Parting! Six years, and I haven’t even held her hand!
Lin Qingmo thought about it for a moment and felt that his master’s words made sense.
He patted his right leg and shouted to his internal self, "Ah Yin, come out."
"You stay at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to stabilize your Origin. Once your Soul is stable, I’ll send you back to the Blue Silver Forest."
The Blue Silver Forest was the fastest place for Ah Yin to recover her cultivation.
As his voice fell, a few strands of pale green branches and leaves slowly emerged from Lin Qingmo’s leg bone.
The branches and leaves swayed gently in the air.
They were exceptionally wary of Bibi Dong’s direction.
But when turning toward Lin Qingmo, they showed a deep reluctance to leave.
Ah Yin’s intelligence had recovered quite a bit.
She could feel the attraction of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The aura here could indeed speed up her recovery.
But she was even more worried about Lin Qingmo.
The way this Supreme Pontiff looked at A-Qing always made her feel uncomfortable.
"Don’t worry, Master won’t harm you."
Lin Qingmo saw Ah Yin’s hesitation and comforted her softly, "The sooner you recover your strength, the more you can help me in the future, right?"
Ah Yin’s branches and leaves trembled slightly, and she finally nodded.
She couldn’t speak.
The pale green light completely detached from Lin Qingmo and fell into the soil beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Ah Yin’s true body began to take root.
The slender stems and leaves grew and stretched at a visible rate, quickly spreading out a small area of pale blue halo.
"Then take care of yourself, Ah Yin."
Lin Qingmo squatted down and gently touched the most tender branch and leaf.
Ah Yin’s leaf rubbed against his palm, as if making a final farewell.
"Alright, let’s go."
A meaningful smile curled at the corner of Bibi Dong’s mouth.
The third wheel was finally gone.
Turning around, her long hair fluttered slightly in the steam rising from the spring.
"I’ll send you back to Shrek Academy."
"Thank you, Master!"
The two of them turned into a swift shadow and sped towards Suotuo City.
Lin Qingmo looked back at the gradually shrinking Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Ah Yin’s blue halo looked exceptionally small against the red and white springs, yet exceptionally resilient... Meanwhile.
The atmosphere on Shrek Academy’s training ground was somewhat oppressive.
It had been a long time since Lin Qingmo was taken away by his mysterious master to Cultivate.
At that time, as soon as Xiao Wu heard the news, she went to find Dean Flender as Lin Qingmo had instructed.
Flender was holding a teacup, calculating this month’s expenses.
When he heard Xiao Wu say Lin Qingmo had been taken by his master, he almost spat out a mouthful of tea.
"Master? That kid has a master?"
He pushed up his glasses.
On second thought, given Lin Qingmo’s freakish talent and strength, having a powerful master seemed reasonable.
He just didn’t know what level his master was at.
A Spirit Douluo?
Or even higher?
"Alright, since his master came to get him, it must be for his own good."
Flender finally waved his hand.
"Don’t worry too much, just train as you should."
That’s what he said.
But the atmosphere on the training ground had still changed.
When Lin Qingmo was there, although the girls were tired, they always had a strange motivation.
After all, no one wanted to be left too far behind by that Prodigy.
But now that he was gone, although the training hadn’t stopped, it felt like something was missing.
Especially for Xiao Wu.
This girl got up to train before dawn, and her training intensity was more than double what it used to be.
Every day she actively meditated, did physical training, and practiced Soft Techniques; that desperate drive made Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong feel distressed for her.
"Xiao Wu, take a break."
Ning Rongrong handed over a water bottle, looking at her with concern.
"A-Qing just went to Cultivate, it’s not like he’s not coming back."
"I know."
Xiao Wu took the water bottle, tilted her head back to gulp down a few mouthfuls, sweat sliding down her fair neck.
"I just... don’t want to be left behind too much."
She clenched her fists, her eyes determined.
A-Qing was already so strong, yet he was still working hard to get stronger.
How could she be lazy?
Zhu Zhuqing walked to her side silently, saying nothing.
She just quietly began to accompany her in the next set of physical training.
Ning Rongrong looked at the two, bit her lip, and followed suit.
The three girls competed with each other and supported each other like this.
Their training efficiency actually improved significantly.
But the annoying ones were the other three boys.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar seemed to have found some kind of "opportunity" and began to pester the three girls shamelessly.
Tang San always used "old friends" and "six years of classmates" as excuses to frequently talk to Xiao Wu.
Sending a carrot today, handing over a small piece of jewelry tomorrow, and saying something about "remembering the time at Nuoding Academy" the day after.
Even though he was rejected with annoyance by Xiao Wu every time, he remained tireless.
That act of feigned deep affection made Ning Rongrong roll her eyes.
Dai Mubai still hadn’t given up on Zhu Zhuqing.
He followed her every day, saying all kinds of repentant words.
Things like "I was a bastard before" and "give me a chance," so greasy they could fry a dish.
Oscar, on the other hand, made various kinds of Sausages for Ning Rongrong.
Adding honey today, adding juice tomorrow, and occasionally saying some awkward words he thought were romantic,
Like, "Rongrong, you’re just like this Sausage, you haunt my dreams."
Blegh~
As a result, he was mocked by Ning Rongrong with a look as if she were looking at an idiot every time.
For example, right now.
"Xiao Wu, this is a carrot I specially found for you, it’s very sweet, try it."
During a training break.
Tang San held a fresh carrot and blocked Xiao Wu’s path again.
He had a smile on his face that he thought was gentle.
Xiao Wu didn’t even look at him, turning to leave.
"Xiao Wu, we’ve known each other for six years after all, do you really hate me that much?"
Tang San’s voice carried a hint of grievance.
"Can Lin Qingmo understand you better than I do?"
Xiao Wu paused.
She turned around, her pink eyes already full of anger.
Just as she was about to open her mouth and curse this nuisance away—
"Little Scoundrel, I’ve only been gone for a few days, and you’re already trying to steal my girl? Who do you think you are?"
A familiar and teasing voice came from the entrance of the training ground.
Xiao Wu turned her head sharply.
By the wooden gate of the training ground, Lin Qingmo was leaning against the doorframe.
His hair was a bit longer than when he left.
His deep blue hair shimmered slightly in the sunlight.
He still had that half-smile on his face.
But when his gaze swept over Tang San, it was as cold as ice.
"A-Qing!"
All the impatience and grievances vanished in an instant.
Xiao Wu, like a rabbit that had finally found its home, pounced over.
She stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Lin Qingmo’s neck, and kissed him without hesitation.
The soft touch made Lin Qingmo freeze for a moment.
Then, reacting, he put his arms around Xiao Wu’s slender waist and deepened the kiss.
Sunlight bathed the two of them, casting a golden halo over them.
Dust on the training ground floated slowly in the beams of light; time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, their cheeks slightly flushed as they turned their heads, yet they couldn’t help but steal glances.
They felt strangely empty inside, yet also somewhat envious.
As for Tang San... the carrot in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud."
His face turned pale at a visible rate.
His heart felt as if it were being squeezed hard by an invisible hand, so painful he could hardly breathe.
That feeling was more painful than being beaten by Zhao Wuji, and more desperate than failing to absorb a spirit ring!
Looking at the two of them kissing passionately.
The shock in his eyes was gradually consumed by jealousy, finally turning into a resentment that almost overflowed.
Six years!
He had known Xiao Wu for six years and watched over her for six years, yet he hadn’t even held her hand.
What right did Lin Qingmo have?
(End of Chapter)
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