Chapter 101: He Is a Young Married Woman?! (Second Update)
Chapter 101: He Is a Young Married Woman?! (Second Update)
The immortal behind the Tai’er Sect was revealed to be a post-Golden Immortal.
At last, Luo Feng exhaled a long sigh of relief.
From this point on, the Xuanyuan Seven Sects had no more hidden cards; the highest among them was a Golden Immortal.
Thus, the worst outcome would be a failed escape—no threat to life itself.
Unless the Xuanyuan Seven Sects were orchestrated by a Supreme Being, it was impossible to deceive Luo Feng to death.
If it truly was a Supreme Being’s scheme, then Luo Feng would admit defeat—not because he was unstable, but because his cultivation was insufficient.
One person might be able to manipulate a village, a town, or even a county, stirring up storms in the wind.
But no matter what, it was impossible to single-handedly manipulate the fate of an entire nation.
The gap between the two was simply too vast; no scheme, whether overt or covert, could succeed. Every plan would be crushed by true strength.
If there really was a Supreme Being behind it all, Luo Feng could only reveal his trump card: the Dao Ancestor within his heart, the Purple Cloud hanging between his brows!
But judging by the current situation, the likelihood of a Supreme Being’s involvement was extremely low. Luo Feng was ninety-seven percent certain that the highest power among the Xuanyuan Seven Sects was a Golden Immortal.
The remaining uncertainties included glitches in the Heavenly Dao system, a sudden calculation by a venerable sage, or some utterly bored Supreme Being coincidentally passing by...
“A ninety-seven percent chance is a bit low, but such opportunities are rare. It’s worth a try.”
With that, his divine sense stirred.
His boundless incarnation activated its sensing ability.
Resting in the Meeting Immortal Pavilion, Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes. A memory sealed by his true self awakened once more.
The memory was like a treasure chest, but outside it lay a heavy fetter.
The only key to unlock it was a question.
Only Luo Feng himself knew the answer.
If he answered correctly, the memory would be retrieved; if not, it would automatically be destroyed.
A question appeared in his mind: How can one make a sentence filled with vast information, absurd and unbelievable, yet seemingly reasonable?
Luo Feng pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly and gave his answer.
“He is a young married woman.”
This question originated when he was sixteen, posed by Teacher Zhao—a gentle and refined man who liked to carry a goji berry thermos.
Inspired, Luo Feng arrived at this answer.
As a reward, Luo Feng ran ten laps around the playground beneath the setting sun.
In an instant, the memory surged forth.
Reviewing the memory, Luo Feng sighed softly within.
“I am a puppet, but you, my true self, are truly tenacious!”
Two seals had been designed for me: one would automatically dissolve upon entering the sect’s gate, and the other would unlock when he attained immortality or entered the inner sect, triggered by a key.
This sealed memory revealed that in the other six great sects, his true self had also arranged puppets.
Tai’er Sect’s Luo Tianyi was merely a contingency plan.
His true self never put all his eggs in one basket.
The reason for unsealing this memory was to uncover the Xuanyuan Seven Sects’ hidden cards.
Apart from an old Silver Coin Golden Immortal in Tai’er Sect, the other six sects appeared normal.
The Hua Qing Temple secretly hid a high-grade innate spiritual treasure; the seventh sect, Tianyi Pavilion, possessed a Dragon Pearl of Fortune. Each of the other great sects had their own trump cards, but all were conventional and within expectations.
The tasks for the many puppets to come were to regulate the conflicts among the Xuanyuan Seven Sects, transforming their loose cooperation into a genuine alliance.
For example, an outstanding Daoist from the hidden Tianyi Pavilion would rapidly advance, becoming an Earth Immortal, thus balancing the stature among sects with equal rights.
Luo Feng’s task was to break the old customs of the Tai’er Sect, guiding its disciples to continuously interact with those from the six other sects and establish friendly bonds among the younger generation.
“How to solve this?” Luo Feng’s eyes darted, a plan forming instantly.
He pushed open a door and hurried to a room near Yun Ruo’s quarters. Just about to knock, he hesitated several times, his hand rising and falling uncertainly.
Finally, he bit his lip, closed his eyes briefly, and knocked.
His small face flushed with nervousness, his voice barely audible: “Senior Sister Yun Ruo, are you there?”
After a moment of silence, a gentle voice came forth: “Junior Brother, is there something you need?”
Luo Feng lowered his voice: “There are some things I want to say to you.”
“Come in,” she replied with a faint smile as the door opened on its own.
Stepping inside, Luo Feng saw Senior Sister Yun Ruo selecting medicinal pills by the cloud bed.
She looked up slightly, smiling softly: “Junior Brother, sit down. I’ve been worried about your injuries. I was just choosing pills, and since you came, I won’t have to make a trip.”
Luo Feng hurriedly waved his hand: “No trouble, Senior Sister, I can manage myself...”
“I, I...” His words faltered as he lowered his head, cheeks burning red. In a broken voice, he said, “I came to... thank you.”
Yun Ruo smiled gently: “We are fellow disciples; no need for thanks.”
“If Junior Brother has no other matters, stay a while. I’ll heal your wounds.”
Luo Feng suddenly looked up and stammered, “No... no need.”
“I want to ask you a question,” he said.
Yun Ruo smiled: “What is your question, Junior Brother?”
“I want to ask... what kind of person Senior Sister likes!”
He seemed to summon all his strength, yet the words were as soft as a mosquito’s buzz.
After speaking, he lowered his head, awaiting fate’s judgment.
Surprise flashed in Yun Ruo’s eyes. She paused, then pondered aloud: “Cultivators should always focus on their cultivation.”
“I...”
That was exactly the answer he had been waiting for!
“I understand now.” Luo Feng suddenly raised his head, eyes resolute, voice lively: “Senior Sister, I understand.”
Then, without looking back, he dashed out of the room.
You understand? What nonsense!
Yun Ruo watched Luo Feng’s departing figure, feeling lost, as if submerged in water.
What exactly have you understood? I haven’t understood anything.
After sitting quietly for half an hour, the door closed automatically.
Yun Ruo’s expression returned to calm as she began to contemplate Luo Feng’s every move.
That scene was clearly a young youth experiencing the stirrings of first love—clumsy and straightforward in his approach.
Moreover, this was completely outside Yun Ruo’s expectations.
Whether Luo Feng was an old trickster or a genuine novice, he should not have acted like that.
“Perhaps, this is what the human heart is?” Yun Ruo sighed softly.
The human heart is unfathomable, capable of endless twists and turns. One moment full of tenderness, the next severed ties beyond repair.
Even for herself, she could not claim to see through the human heart.
If Yun Ruo truly could grasp anyone’s thoughts in the world, she would no longer be a Golden Immortal but a Supreme Heavenly Venerable.
The Demon Ancestor in the Void Realm, the River of the Underworld in the Sea of Blood, and the King of Demons beyond the heavens would surely sweep in to greet her.
Thus, Yun Ruo would achieve the rank of the Great Free Heavenly Son.
The Way, if lacking, must lack; if complete, then flawless. Great achievement, if lacking, its use is inexhaustible. Great fullness, if hollow, its use never ends.
An unexpected action.
It further diminished Yun Ruo’s suspicion of Luo Feng.
Meanwhile, Luo Feng, walking through the Hua Qing Celestial Cave, began planning his next move.
How to make a steady, diligent youth suddenly surge ahead, revealing his great fortune?
Naturally, it must be through the entanglements of love!
At this moment, the first disguise must be shed, and the second great fortune disciple’s disguise revealed.
Thinking this, Luo Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring into the distance in astonishment.
Had his true self already foreseen this step when designing his disguises?
Disguises will be shed sooner or later, whether voluntarily or passively.
(End of chapter)