vstars Chapter 127 Waiting
Chapter 127 Waiting
Chapter 127 Waiting
"Now that you've come to the capital, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Upon hearing this, Li Qingyi felt a chill run down her spine. Had her plan been exposed?
Although he was puzzled, he remained outwardly calm and bowed, saying, "Senior, there are indeed some trivial matters in Xuan Ce City that urgently need to be dealt with. I have only come to visit an old friend and dare not stay any longer."
Li Changqing did not speak again, but simply hung there quietly, his black robes fluttering in the night wind.
He looked calmly at Li Qingyi, his gaze fixed on him, seemingly lost in thought.
The two figures, one tall and one short, floated in the desolate night sky, with the hazy outlines of mountains and rivers beneath their feet and sparse stars above them.
Li Qingyi dared not move rashly, even deliberately slowing her breathing, maintaining the posture of cupped hands.
He could only look down, admiring the winding mountains and rivers in the night, and the faint light shimmering on the distant lake.
Every second of waiting felt like he was being slowly roasted over a fire.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Changqing spoke again, his voice still calm: "Do not get too close to the people of the three sects."
Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed slightly and silently disappeared into the night, leaving no trace.
Li Qingyi was left alone, standing there in a daze, as the night breeze brushed against her face again, bringing a touch of coolness.
He frowned, repeatedly pondering the words.
Is it a warning? Or a reminder?
He didn't quite understand what Li Changqing meant, but from his words, Li Qingyi gleaned a very important piece of information.
That is, Li Changqing didn't know what he was planning.
That makes sense; someone as cautious as Xiyue would naturally have left behind a protective array inside the house to prevent prying eyes.
Without delving further, Li Qingyi composed herself, accelerated the circulation of her internal energy, and with a sudden gust of wind around her, sped off towards Yuqing Mountain.
As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, Li Qingyi finally landed in a shady spot surrounded by lush trees on the outskirts of Yuqing Mountain.
Instead of rushing up the mountain, he found a cave, slipped inside, and began to regulate his breathing to restore his magical power.
During this time, he kept his divine sense monitoring the surrounding area.
As expected, no abnormalities were found.
The blazing sun gradually climbed to its zenith.
At noon, the yang energy is at its peak.
Li Qingyi swayed and quickly left the cave. When she reappeared, she was in the Luo family's courtyard, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, disguised as a servant.
With his head down and a worn-out bamboo broom in his hand, he began to sweep the fallen leaves and dust on the ground in a quiet corner of the courtyard.
Arriving at the Luo family's house early was to prevent any unforeseen problems.
Having decided to protect the Luo family and bring them under the wing of Huanzhulou, he would not allow Zhenyanglou's schemes to succeed here.
After reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, the range of his divine sense increased significantly, allowing him to monitor multiple key locations within the Luo family simultaneously.
He appeared focused on sweeping, but in reality, his mind was elsewhere:
One copy was kept under divine surveillance; another was silently deduced in his heart regarding the second level of "True Explanation of Sword Dao," the profound technique for condensing one's natal sword embryo; and the last copy was left for this tedious task in his hands.
Disperse the sword energy throughout the eight meridians, control the energy with spirit, guide the form with intention, and return it to the dantian. Its energy is vast and powerful, and one should use the Dao heart as the furnace and the will as the fuel.
Day and night, they contemplate the smelting, forging, and tempering process.
When all the sword energies are purified and their true essence is preserved, reaching a state of extreme stillness and emptiness, they will gather into one thing, formless and without substance yet truly existing, which is called the Natal Sword Embryo.
This embryo is the culmination of a sword cultivator's lifelong practice and the origin of the future divine sword path.
With the mantra flowing through his mind, Li Qingyi attempted to use her divine sense to guide a wisp of gentle sword energy within her body, slowly directing it towards her dantian.
However, the moment the sword energy touched the edge of the dantian, an extremely sharp pain, as if tearing apart the soul, suddenly exploded.
"Hiss!" Li Qingyi gasped, her whole body trembled, and she almost dropped the broom from her hand.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
This was just the beginning. As Li Qingyi went further, she felt her blood and qi surge in reverse and immediately stopped cultivating.
Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, Li Qingyi thought to herself:
No, this is a slow and painstaking process, and I have to endure the hardship in the simulator.
"Hey! You sweeping over there, come here!"
A slightly arrogant voice also interrupted Li Qingyi's thoughts.
Looking up, he saw a young man in a brocade robe standing under the moon gate, looking somewhat impatient, pointing his finger directly at him.
Li Qingyi recognized him; this was Luo Zhengsi's eldest son, Luo Yihang.
Li Qingyi immediately lowered her head, hurried over, and plastered a fawning smile common among common servants: "Young Master, what are your orders?"
Luo Yihang glanced at him, seemingly hesitant, then pulled out a delicate wooden box, about the size of a palm, wrapped in silk, from his sleeve and pointed southeast: "You recognize the Fifth Miss's courtyard, right?"
"I recognize it, I recognize it."
Li Qingyi recognized Luo Huanhuan's courtyard.
"You, take this over for me." Luo Yihang handed the box forward and added, "Be quick-witted, and say a few good words for me while you're at it. Tell her I know I was wrong and beg her to be magnanimous."
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A hint of doubt flashed through Li Qingyi's mind. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to have a trusted maid or servant do the apology?
Why would they casually order around a complete stranger who's just sweeping and cleaning?
But at this moment he was playing the role of a servant, so he could only respectfully extend both hands to receive it: "I understand, I will definitely convey the young master's wishes."
Just as the box was about to fall into Li Qingyi's hand, Luo Yihang suddenly pulled his hand back, a look of obvious struggle on his face, his brows furrowed into a knot.
He glanced at the box, then at the direction of Luo Huanhuan's courtyard, muttering to himself, as if asking, "Do you think—wouldn't it be more sincere for me to personally go and apologize?"
Li Qingyi:
He remained with his hands outstretched, speechless.
Is this young master so indecisive even when apologizing?
"Young Master is absolutely right," Li Qingyi said earnestly, following his words. "Going there in person will certainly demonstrate our sincerity, and Miss Wu will be able to better understand Young Master's intentions."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yihang seemed to have made up his mind. He nodded and took a few steps in that direction.
A moment later, he abruptly stopped, quickly turned around and back, shoving the box into Li Qingyi's hands with a bit of force: "Forget it! You go! Remember, put in a good word for me! If you do a good job, you'll get a good reward!"
After saying that, Luo Yihang left in the opposite direction.
Li Qingyi held the wooden box, watching the direction Luo Yihang had gone, and a twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth:
This pathetic state is just like Jun Luoyu's.
He leaned the broom against the wall, patted the dust and grass clippings off his clothes, and then picked up the box and walked toward the courtyard where Luo Huanhuan lived.
The gate was open, and the courtyard seemed more refined than other places, with several flowers and plants neatly trimmed.
At this moment, two maids were carrying lacquered trays of snacks, moving briskly between the main room and the side rooms.
Luo Huanhuan sat on a stone bench under a flowering tree in the courtyard, wearing a pale yellow dress and her hair was loosely tied up. A little maid was carefully peeling grapes for her next to her.
Seeing Li Qingyi, disguised as a servant, enter carrying things, Luo Huanhuan's previously calm brows immediately furrowed: "Which young master sent you this time?"
Li Qingyi could hear the anger in her voice and said in a low voice, "Reporting to Fifth Miss, it is Young Master Yihang."
"Big brother?" Luo Huanhuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "He certainly knows how to save trouble. At least others know to send their personal maids, but he just grabs any sweeper from the courtyard and sends them away?"
Seeing this, Li Qingyi immediately understood.
Presumably, something happened before that caused Luo Huanhuan to have a falling out with the young masters.
Now, because of her connections, Luo Huanhuan's status in the Luo family has risen, and those people want to mend their relationship.
However, the method was clumsy and only made her more disgusted.
Without saying another word, he stepped forward, gently placed the exquisite wooden box on the empty space on the stone table, and whispered, "The item has been delivered. I'll take my leave now."
"Wait a minute." Luo Huanhuan's voice came from behind.
Li Qingyi stopped and turned around. She didn't look at the box, her gaze sweeping over Li Qingyi, her tone calm: "Give him a message: some things can't be smoothed over with a few apologies. I will never forgive him. Take the things back."
Upon hearing this, the head maid standing to the side immediately stepped forward, picked up the unopened wooden box on the table, and handed it back to Li Qingyi.
Taking the box, Li Qingyi's heart skipped a beat. Something interesting? If I suddenly revealed my true face now, I wonder what kind of amusing expression would appear on that icy-cold face?
However, the thought only flashed through my mind.
Now is no time for frivolous play.
He suppressed his inappropriate sense of humor, picked up the returned wooden box, and walked out of the courtyard.
Outside the courtyard, the sun was still blazing, and the mountain breeze rustled through the treetops.
Li Qingyi casually stuffed the wooden box into her storage ring, her expression returning to calm as she glanced around the Luo family's various corners and the distant mountain path.
He was waiting, waiting for the unexpected event that was meant to happen, or for the person who was meant to come.