Ling Yishan’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he raised his eyes to examine Chen Mo.
He felt that the other person seemed shrouded in a thin mist, indistinct and elusive.
"It’s only been a short time since he broke through to Grandmaster, and I can’t even see through him anymore?"
"Just what kind of fortune does this boy have?"
While Ling Yishan was pondering, Ling Ningzhi came over and knelt down beside him, gently rocking the chair, saying, "Besides this, there’s something else I need to tell Grandpa..."
Seeing her guilty demeanor, Ling Yishan frowned, "Speak, what’s happened?"
Ling Ningzhi’s cheeks flushed red, hesitated for a moment, and stammered, "Mr. Chen and I have formally become Dao companions..."
"What did you say?!"
Ling Yishan nearly choked on his saliva, his old face turning blue, "Dao companions?! Does your master know about this?"
Ling Ningzhi nodded, "It was Master who personally held the Dao coupling ceremony for us, and it was witnessed by all sect disciples, pledging to the heavens and completing the ceremony."
???
Ling Yishan’s mouth twitched slightly, his expression revealing a few hints of bewilderment.
Over the years, he had interacted quite a bit with Ji Hongxiu, this Daoist Venerable had an eccentric personality, was extremely averse to romantic liaisons, firmly disallowing disciples to step even half a foot over the line.
Although lately there’s been a change in attitude, overlooking the relationship between Ling Ningzhi and Chen Mo, but specifically holding a Dao coupling ceremony for the two was somewhat too absurd.
"I remember the Master of Tianshu Pavilion practices the Forget Love Path, isn’t she afraid that doing this would lead disciples to follow suit, thereby destabilizing the sect’s foundation?"
Ling Yishan was completely baffled.
Chen Mo stepped forward two steps, speaking out, "It indeed happened rather hastily this time, I couldn’t obtain Elder Ling’s consent beforehand, but I and Zhi’er truly wish to love wholeheartedly. Once this Creation Golden Pill is refined, helping Elder Ling restructure your foundation, I will officially pledge and marry Zhi’er with proper ceremonies."
Hearing these words, Ling Yishan felt somewhat complex.
Not only had Chen Mo saved Ling Ningzhi’s life multiple times, but this time, he nearly sacrificed his own life to help gather the Immortal Materials, deep down, he had already acknowledged him.
Now that the two are mutually fond and have attained approval from their sect, he certainly wouldn’t oppose, but seeing his little cotton coat being taken away by someone else, he would feel somewhat of a sense of loss.
"Now that Zhi’er has found her destiny, the old man’s wish is fulfilled."
Ling Yishan shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, his cloudy and blurry eyes gazing at Chen Mo with a stern tone, "I can see that, although you’re fond of women, you do not indulge rashly and know how to protect your lady, but I must say... besides me, Zhi’er has no one else in this world, you are the only person she cares about, do not disappoint her sincere affection."
"Grandpa..."
Ling Ningzhi’s eyes began to turn red.
Chen Mo felt something wasn’t quite right, as if it was a farewell, slowly saying, "I will surely take good care of Zhi’er, but Elder Ling, do not lose hope either, despite the high difficulty in refining the Creation Golden Pill, there is still a chance, I have already..."
"Enough, no need to discuss this," Ling Yishan waved his hand, interrupting, "Speaking of which, lately the atmosphere in the Capital City has been extremely peculiar, various rumors are rampant, and many prominent ministers have been ensnared, you should be cautious as well."
Rumors?
Chen Mo’s eyes flickered, nodding, "Thank you, Elder Ling, for the advice, I will remain aware."
Whew—
At this moment, a sudden gust of wind arose.
The void shattered, and two figures suddenly emerged.
Yu Youhan descended with his hands clasped behind his back, his robe fluttering as he slowly landed into the courtyard.
Moments later, Ji Hongxiu’s figure appeared, externally seeming unharmed, but her steps were slightly unstable, with messy hair, starkly contrasting the carefree demeanor of Consort Yu.
Clearly, the outcome had been decided.
"Do you yield?" Yu Youhan said in a calm tone.
"I don’t yield!" Ji Hongxiu stiffened her neck, gnashing her teeth, "Thirty years in the East, thirty years in the West, named Yu, don’t be so pleased with yourself too soon, once I... once I further cultivate with Chen Mo, I’ll eventually stomp you beneath my feet!"
Normally, she wouldn’t become so unraveled.
But facing Yu Youhan, this formidable rival, she always harbored a simmering grudge, expecting to at least draw even this time, yet ended up being crushed by the opponent...
The stronger her skills grew, the more she realized this woman was profoundly unfathomable.
Like the bright moon suspended at the horizon, seemingly within grasp, yet unclear how many thousand miles apart!
Yu Youhan sneered, disdainfully, "I thought you had made great progress, only to rely on a man? Moreover, why couldn’t I cultivate with Chen Mo if you can?"
"Your advancements won’t deter mine either, whether it be thirty years or three hundred, you still won’t surpass me."


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