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I, although I can live long, still yearn for great power. In secret, I recklessly experimented with many things, almost falling into madness. After learning my lesson, I reflected deeply and found this Method in various texts.
It was indeed prepared for myself, but in the end, it benefited these two senior brothers instead. Sang Qingxiao understands him; being so generous is not like you. This barrel must have been prepared long ago. You don’t use it because you’re afraid and deliberately tempted Misha to help you try it out.
Didn’t you stop him either? You mean no harm to him; this is what he desires. If he loses, he has no one to blame but himself.
Don't be so pessimistic! From the moment Misha appeared by your side, I began researching the Qilin Fusion Technique. Hehehe, there is only one Auspicious Beast Qilin in this world; perhaps it will come from my hands.
Li Cu swatted Old Vine on the head with a paw, laughing lewdly. Is the Qilin Bloodline that easy to find? For your illusory beautiful dream, how many times do you want Misha to take risks?
Li Cu leaned by the window and peeked inside, just in time to see Misha enduring pain. If this kind of risk costs a life, it’s not worth it! It’s only because of their deep brotherhood that I haven’t caused trouble; otherwise, I would definitely intervene to stop this suffering.
As night fell, there were no signs of fusion success. The only news was that Xuan Yin’s condition had stabilized; for now, he wouldn’t die.
Li Cu worriedly asked, "Will Misha still make it in time for the lecture?"
Old Vine replied, "He probably won’t make it."
What should we do? Isn’t Xuande Emperor also going? If Misha doesn’t show up, Wisdom Supreme might think he’s afraid of him.
Don’t worry; someone will fight in his place.
As the time approached, the area around the Lecture Platform was crowded with people. In truth, not many came to listen to the teachings since they couldn’t understand them anyway.
The common folk were more concerned about the ghostly events of the night; it was said that this High Monk would perform rituals for the heroic spirits, and they came to support him.
The venue was decorated with Buddhist themes by Wisdom Supreme. In the darkness, symbols lit up like stars scattered across the sky, gathering together to form clear images of Buddha statues. Each one had accompanying text that piqued the interest of the crowd as they examined them closely, overlooking Wisdom Supreme, who sat cross-legged in meditation on stage.
Wisdom Supreme didn’t mind; he kept his eyes closed but occasionally squinted towards the direction of Small Tavern, finally spotting someone approaching—only missing Misha.
“Miss Sang, where is Misha?” Wisdom Supreme asked.
He felt that you were not as good as him; if he won, it wouldn’t be through martial prowess. If he lost—well, in terms of lecturing, Misha shouldn’t lose. Therefore, considering you were once his elder, he wouldn’t publicly humiliate you.
So he’s really not coming then?
Let’s see how things go; there are still tasks at hand. Once those are done, he’ll have time to come listen to your lecture and perhaps even offer some corrections.
Is it tasks at hand or matters concerning friends and family?
Sang Qingxiao coldly replied, “Wisdom Supreme, don’t push your luck.”
Please tell Misha that he can't escape. I have my ways to break the situation, and if he wants to, he must come to see me in person.
Are you confessing in public?
Sang Qingxiao, I haven't said anything. If you insist on framing me, I will fight back.
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