Sobrevivendo no Mundo da Cultivação
Gu Changqing atravessou para um mundo de cultivo e, desde pequeno, entrou para a seita Lingxu. Ele possuía o Tesouro Taixu, capaz de identificar todas as coisas do mundo, realizando uma avaliação por dia. Ele acreditava firmemente que, se conseguisse sobreviver discretamente, seria o vencedor da vida. No entanto, certo dia, um casamento foi repentinamente arranjado do céu. O noivo era um gênio que acabara de romper o noivado com a irmã sênior e, infelizmente, teve suas raízes espirituais destruídas. Gu Changqing não queria aceitar: fluxo de rompimento de noivado, fluxo de fracassados, Ji Yan reunia todas essas características, claramente um problema. Contudo, o apoio da seita era grande demais. Ji Yan trouxe muitos dotes. Ele pensou: viver às custas dos outros também é uma ótima opção.
Sobrevivendo no Mundo da Cultivação
Lingxu Sect.
Inner Gate, Little Spring Peak.
“Boom!”
A thunderous roar echoed from the main peak.
Two True Masters stood opposed in the sky, neither holding back.
“Yu Jinghua, do you dare break your promise?” The enraged voice shook the heavens.
Under the might of a Golden Core Master, the freshly trimmed flowers and trees were once again reduced to ruins.
How many times has this happened already this year?
Yu Jinghua was furious. “Ji Wuchou, do you really think Little Spring Peak fears you?”
“Hmph! Faithless and treacherous! What reputation does Little Spring Peak have? I spit on it!”
“You—”
“Boom!”
The two True Masters were about to clash again.
“Stop! Stop! Enough!” The Sect Master arrived in haste, roaring, “Cease!”
Both True Masters withdrew their hands, but their glances still sparked with contained fury.
“Sect Master, you must uphold justice for me.”
“Sect Master, Little Spring Peak has broken faith.”
The Sect Master felt a headache coming on and hurriedly cast a spell to shield the area from prying eyes. They didn’t care about losing face, but he did.
Truth be told, this matter was a muddled account.
Once, the prodigy Ji Yan of Fire Control Peak and the true disciple Bing Ning of Little Spring Peak were truly a match made in heaven, a pair destined by fate.
One possessed a pure fire spiritual root, the other the body of ice marrow—yin and yang in perfect harmony, water and fire blending seamlessly. If they became Dao companions, their cultivatio
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