My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Let’s See How Well You’ve Grown

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lu Xuan had eradicated the source of contamination through manipulation of cosmic rules, purifying it completely.

Huang Long Zhenjun, looking at the now-missing mountain of Tian Chong Temple, was astounded. Who had taken action just now? He could only see a figure enveloped in light, making it impossible to discern the details within a yard of the person.

He turned to Feng Yangzi, who was smiling and bowing in the direction of the rear mountain of Tian Chong Temple. Connecting this with Feng Yangzi’s earlier assurance that someone was handling the source of contamination, Huang Long Zhenjun speculated.

Clearly, it must have been Dao Evolution Sect’s leader Qing Yangzi who had acted. If Feng Yangzi, the deputy leader, could easily repel a mid-Mahayana cultivator like himself, Qing Yangzi’s strength must be even greater.

Daoist Yu Ding, Liao Shan, and others at the table shared the same thought:

the Dao Evolution Sect was a hidden dragon, and they were not to be underestimated.

In Tian Chong City, within an inn.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu sat facing each other. On the bed nearby lay a woman with a slender figure. After removing the mountain, Lu Xuan had found her near the monster. He did not recognize her but guessed she was the “friend” Chu Qian had mentioned.

Fortunately, Lu Xuan had arrived in time. When he reached her, she had only fainted and was not injured. Considering her harrowing experience the night before, he and Cheng Lingzhu decided not to wake her.

“If this were a mortal tale, this incident could be termed the ‘True Buddha Case of Tian Chong Temple’ Lu Xuan said with a smile, pouring tea for himself and Cheng Lingzhu. “The protagonists of the story are a cook and… A female hero.”

“A cook going to learn cooking techniques on the mountain encounters a heroine searching for her predecessor in the temple. Together, they uncover a great conspiracy within the temple.”

Cheng Lingzhu picked up the narrative: “The heroine instructs the cook to descend the mountain first to seek reinforcements while she gets captured by the enemy. Fortunately, the cook bravely transmits the message in time, averting a disaster.”

She pondered for a moment: “If these two are the protagonists, what are we?”

Without hesitation, Lu Xuan replied, “We are a couple, of course.”

“You’re always so flippant. I’m being serious,” Cheng Lingzhu chided, though her eyes twinkled with amusement.

“If we must label it, we are like incognito elders who arrived on the scene just in time… the kind who don’t seek credit for their deeds,” Lu Xuan said with a laugh.

“The coincidences in this world are indeed numerous. We happened to come to

Tian Chong Temple, Chu Qian and his companion happened to uncover Kong Wen’s conspiracy, and when they were fleeing down the mountain, they happened to run into us who had come to admire the flowers.”

Cheng Lingzhu rested her chin on her hands.

“It might not be a coincidence,” Lu Xuan said, swirling his tea cup. “Don’t forget, you are the Saintess of the Dushi Sword Sect, and I am somewhat a disciple. When disciples of the Sword Sect roam the world, the probability of triggering events is much higher than for ordinary cultivators. Even if they don’t actively seek out major events, these events tend to find them and occur around them. This involves some theories of karma and destiny.”

“It does seem so,” Cheng Lingzhu looked up, reminiscing about her past experiences. “Descending the mountain as a mortal, facing danger, then meeting him…”

Now, in her second life, after re-entering the cultivation world, the first person she encountered was still him.

“What are you thinking about?” Lu Xuan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m pondering some issues about karma and fate,” Cheng Lingzhu replied. “Discussing this topic in Tian Chong Temple’s domain seems quite fitting.”

Lu Xuan nodded, thinking she wanted to discuss philosophy.

“I’m the Saintess of the Dushi Sword Sect, and I only believe in the sword in my hand, not in predestined fate,” Cheng Lingzhu stated.

Lu Xuan hummed in response, about to say something, but Cheng Lingzhu took his hand.

Holding Lu Xuan’s hand, her eyes shining brightly, she said, “But now, I feel that some things are indeed destined..”