A moment later, the elders and disciples of the Tai Chu Holy Land arrived at the Wan Ling Mansion.
The sight before them left them utterly stunned—the entire Wan Ling Mansion had been reduced to ruins. The air was thick with a biting chill, so cold that even breathing felt icy.
"What... what happened here?"
One of the elders widened his eyes in disbelief as he took in the devastation. He turned to Qin Luo, his voice laced with urgency, "Holy Son, what occurred here? Why is everything in such disarray?"
Qin Luo remained composed, as if this were nothing more than a trivial matter. He casually adjusted his sleeve and replied calmly, "There’s no need for alarm. I merely lost control momentarily during my recent breakthrough."
"What?!"
"Holy Son, you... you’ve broken through to the peak of the True Spirit Realm?!"
Another elder exclaimed, his voice trembling with shock and disbelief.
Qin Luo had already been at the late stage of the True Spirit Realm. If he had broken through again, that would mean he had reached its pinnacle!
Even for these ancient, monstrously powerful elders, reaching the True Spirit Realm required countless years of arduous cultivation, let alone achieving its peak at Qin Luo’s young age.
Mu Xueyi stood at the back of the crowd, her gaze fixed on Qin Luo with awe.
"Senior Brother... has he already left me so far behind?"
So this was why he had been seizing opportunities everywhere these past days—to break through to the peak of the True Spirit Realm and solidify the Tai Chu Holy Land’s position as the world’s supreme power?
Mu Xueyi felt a pang of guilt. She had assumed her senior brother had grown cruel and heartless, but it seemed she had misjudged him.
However...
Something felt off.
"Senior Brother."
Mu Xueyi stepped forward from the crowd. Her gaze was as cold as frost, and the Xuanbing Sword at her waist gleamed with a chilling light. She stood like a lone white lotus blooming amidst snow.
As she sensed the overwhelmingly pure cold energy in the air, her brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt flickered in her eyes.
"Senior Brother, the cold energy here is exceptionally pure—far stronger than even my Frostheart Art. How is this possible? When did you master such an extreme ice-based technique?"
Qin Luo chuckled lightly in response. "No one in ten thousand years has ever reached the peak of the True Spirit Realm. Perhaps this is simply the natural cold energy that accompanies such a breakthrough."
The crowd nodded in agreement.
"The Holy Son speaks wisely."
"What joyous news! It’s only a pity the Sect Master isn’t here to witness it, as he’s busy suppressing the Demoness."
"Indeed. And now, with the Holy Son’s cultivation, has he not already reached the pinnacle of the world?"
"Ah, but it’s truly a shame that the Holy Son still has no Dao Companion..."
As they spoke, the surrounding air grew even colder.
Qin Luo cleared his throat. "Elders, please return for now. I will handle the cleanup here alone."
"Holy Son, you’ve only just broken through. Your body shouldn’t be subjected to such laborious tasks. The Tai Chu Holy Land still has the [Tian Ling Mansion]—Your Highness may go there to stabilize your cultivation."
"Then... so be it."
Qin Luo smiled faintly before transforming into a streak of light and vanishing into the distance.
The elders watched with exhilaration.
"Now, no one in this world can stand against our Tai Chu Holy Land!"
But was that truly the case?
Mu Xueyi listened silently, her eyes unconsciously scanning the ruins around her. A faint sense of unease rose in her heart.
...
...
Tian Ling Mansion
"Senior Brother~ How are you feeling, Senior Brother~?"
Su Muwan put on an exaggerated expression, deliberately teasing Qin Luo’s nerves.
The latter sighed helplessly. "Young Miss, hiding you in my Shadow Realm back then was a last resort."
"Hey! Since when did you start talking so formally?"
"Ahem..."
Qin Luo coughed lightly. "Young Miss, there was no other choice. Your cultivation had just broken through—under those circumstances, I had to conceal you."
"Hmph, that’s not what I’m talking about."
Su Muwan rolled her eyes. She strode up to Qin Luo, tilting her head up and poking his chest with her finger.
"Tell me, is this timeline of yours a harem route or something?"
"?"
Qin Luo blinked. "Why would you say that?"
"Why would I say that..."
Su Muwan gritted her teeth. "Even though I couldn’t see anything from inside the spatial pocket, who was that person calling you 'Senior Brother' over and over? And why were they so concerned about you?"
"And most importantly—"
"Take me home! Take me home right now!"
"You’ve already reached the peak of the True Spirit Realm! Why can’t we go back yet?!"
She floated in midair, crying and shouting in frustration.
Qin Luo merely blinked. "That person... looked a bit like Su Bailian..."
"?? Su Bailian?!"
"As for how to return..."
"Hey! What the heck is 'Su Bailian' supposed to mean?!"
"We might need to trigger a special event like before..."
"So you’re saying 'Su Bailian'—"
"Just like last time."
Before he could finish—
"Enough! You’re not even listening to me!"
Su Muwan, in a huff, grabbed Qin Luo's arm and glared up at him. "Since we can't figure out how to get back right now, then... then..."
Her fierce expression faltered under Qin Luo's steady gaze, and she buried her face against his chest, mumbling, "We haven't done anything couples do in so long... Luo Luo... how about a long-overdue kiss...?"
"Miss Su, given the situation, this is what you want to do first?"
"Is this really appropriate?"
Qin Luo raised an eyebrow, both amused and exasperated.
"What's wrong with it...?" Su Muwan lifted her head, the tips of her ears tinged pink. "Shouldn’t a boyfriend listen to his girlfriend when she asks for something like this?"
"I didn’t say no."
With that, Qin Luo suddenly flipped her onto the cloud-like divan.
Swish—
The icy silk bedding dipped slightly under their weight.
Su Muwan’s wrist rested against a soft pillow, but she could only stare wide-eyed. "You said it wasn’t appropriate... Mmm—!"
Her protest melted into the tender, lingering kiss.
As Qin Luo’s canine grazed her lower lip, his faint, intoxicating scent seeped into her senses.
So... so good...
Qin Luo’s very existence was poison—how could a man smell this heavenly? Heh...
"Close your eyes," he murmured, fingers tangling in her disheveled hair.
His forearm tensed beside the pillow, veins faintly visible, yet he kept his weight suspended just above her.
Su Muwan suddenly nudged his waist with her knee. "The blanket... you’re wrinkling it..."
"Doesn’t matter."
"Hmph..."
Hearing his reply, she finally fisted his collar and muttered, "You’re just as much of a..."
"Pervert."
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