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Chapter 169 A Person Who Is Quite Easy to Talk To
Chapter 170 A fairly easy-going person
Ling Yuling turned her head and looked at her parents from left to right, examining them carefully.
Seeing her like this, Wen Qing chuckled softly and asked with a doting smile, "What did you think it was? Why are you already reluctant to part with us?"
Ling Yuling hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "Actually, my parents already look very young. But—compared to that person, they seem a bit—um—old."
She pretended to frown slightly, her small face quickly showing a mix of confusion and curiosity, and asked again.
I'm afraid my parents will say I think they're too old.
"Why is there such a difference between us, both being great cultivators? Moreover, most of the Nascent Soul cultivators I've seen are middle-aged or elderly. It's extremely rare to see someone as young as my parents. But someone like him, who looks almost the same age as me, is absolutely unique."
Just as Wen Qing was about to answer, Ling Xiaofeng spoke first, asking, "Tell me your insights first, and I'll fill in the gaps for you."
Ling Yuling thought for a moment, then said, "Generally speaking, most cultivators don't have any particular need for their appearance. The spiritual herbs needed to refine pills like the Youth-Preserving Pill are mostly very rare. With these spiritual materials, cultivators will prioritize using them to improve their own cultivation level, so they generally don't care too much about changes in their appearance. Even if they cultivate techniques for maintaining youth and beauty, most of them are of the yin and yang type, and men may not necessarily benefit from cultivating them."
Ling Xiaofeng nodded. "Then do you think he belongs to the former or the latter?"
Ling Yuling answered without hesitation: "I think it should be the former. There is no trace of yin energy around him, so he obviously has not cultivated any yin-style techniques to preserve his youthful appearance."
When Wen Qing heard the unconscious gleam in her daughter's eyes as she spoke, her heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.
I intended to use the other party to temper my daughter's mindset, but I hope it doesn't backfire and cause my daughter to get caught up in it instead.
Ling Xiaofeng continued, "The main ingredients required for the Youth Preservation Pill are rare spiritual herbs that are over three thousand years old. Even the Star Palace Treasury has only been giving them out and not taking them in over the years, so there are only a few left."
At this moment, Wen Qing suddenly interjected, seemingly chatting casually, but in reality, his gaze was fixed on his daughter's expression.
"Ling'er, do you know how old that Fellow Daoist Lu is? As far as we know, he has been cultivating for over seven hundred years."
Her tone carried a hint of emotion, but in reality, she was "testing the waters."
Ling Yuling looked suspicious. "Really? He doesn't look over seven hundred years old at all. If he really has been cultivating for about the same amount of time as my parents, even if he took the Youth Preservation Pill, he would still inevitably have some traces of time left in his brows and aura. Just like—just like my parents, although they have the art of preserving their youth, you can still see some signs of aging."
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing were both slightly taken aback and subconsciously exchanged glances.
They had never really looked into this issue.
While the Youth-Preserving Elixir can lock in the peak of youthful appearance, it cannot freeze time.
It acts more like a slowing barrier, significantly weakening the corrosive power of time.
If the passage of time is likened to a rushing river, then the Youth-Preserving Pill transforms it into a gentle stream.
However, even the most solid rock cannot withstand the wear and tear of water. Even if a pill is made from several kinds of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, how can it really make a person's appearance remain unchanged from birth to death?
As centuries pass, like the marks on a sundial that quietly shift round after round, they always leave imperceptible imprints.
Cultivators have long lifespans, and the time span from consuming elixirs to passing away in meditation is often extremely long.
For people like Ling Xiaofeng and Wen Qing, who are over eight hundred years old, even with careful maintenance, their appearance is only in their thirties, which is already close to the limit that the Youth Preservation Pill can achieve.
In a few hundred years, their appearance will resemble that of a middle-aged person.
To maintain a more youthful state, one must break through to a higher level, undergoing a complete transformation and reshaping both body and spirit, before one can truly do as one pleases, and even reversing aging will not be difficult.
Wen Qing gave Ling Xiaofeng a look.
That guy surnamed Lu said he had been cultivating Taoism for over seven hundred years. Was he lying?
Ling Xiaofeng understood, pondered for a moment, and slowly shook his head.
Lu Jianghe is a man whose words are mostly true.
Such people disdain to feign sincerity in such trivial matters.
It's the same principle as saying that blindly believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all.
Some people speak with absolute certainty, yet they may not reveal the whole truth.
It is the truth, but it only leads people away from the truth.
It's not a deception; it's just that the beginning and end are cut off, and the cause and effect are hidden, so the listener naturally can't figure out the source.
The true age of one's cultivation cannot be guessed by mere speculation; it is ultimately futile.
Previously, Ling Xiaofeng might have had some reservations, but now he's become more carefree.
The results of the repeated tests are now clear.
The couple was actually not far away the moment Ling Yuling stepped into the fiftieth level of the cave.
Ling Xiaofeng slightly used his supernatural powers to crush all his thoughts and ideas, turning them into something else entirely.
Wen Qing didn't want to get too involved in this topic, so he changed the subject and asked, "Ling'er, what do you think of that Fellow Daoist Lu?"
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Ling Yuling subconsciously said, "He's a pretty easy person to talk to."
Hearing her daughter's brief summary, Wen Qing blinked and couldn't help but ask, "That's all?"
Ling Yuling looked puzzled, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and added, "Oh, but speaking of which, that person seems to be a little better looking than Dad."
Ling Xiaofeng's face immediately darkened.
For some reason, I had a strange feeling that my little darling was siding with outsiders, and I was even a little "disliked".
His face was expressionless, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
Wen Qing was slightly taken aback at first, but then she couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw her husband's tense face and the look of suppressed resentment. The more she laughed, the more uncontrollably she became, her body shaking with laughter. In the end, she had to raise her wide sleeves to cover half of her face, her shoulders still trembling slightly.
Ling Yuling lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with an unsettling light, unseen by anyone.
Zi Ling, Yan Ruyan, Yuan Yao, Xin Ruyin.
Four elegant and beautiful women sat around a table in a room, each holding a cup of tea. The atmosphere was so subtle it was almost stagnant.
If we're talking about the myriad forms of women, these four women truly embody the beauty of all four seasons.
All beauties are unique in their own way, but Xuan Qing stands out.
The four women were in the same room at the moment. Although they did not exchange words, the invisible clash of their auras made the air feel heavy.
The fragrant aroma of tea wafted among them, but instead of easing the atmosphere, it added an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
As for Zhuang Huayi, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, she felt it was pointless to stay with these juniors who had reached the Core Formation or Foundation Establishment stages, and she had no intention of getting involved.
She went into seclusion again, not for a life-or-death crisis, but to calmly refine the Phoenix Essence accumulated within her body, striving for perfection in an attempt to break through the bottleneck of the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Yuan Yao felt her scalp tingle and she felt extremely uncomfortable under the silent but weighty gazes of the other three.
She finally couldn't hold back any longer, put down her teacup, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, her pretty face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, and her voice carried a hint of helplessness and grievance.
"Dear sisters, I've said it one, two, three times already. Ever since that Ling Yuling from the Star Palace, the foreign affairs enforcement officer, came last time, Senior Lu said he wouldn't be back for a while, and then he went on a long journey. Please don't ask anymore, I really don't know when he'll be back!"
Zi Ling suddenly laughed and said, "I won't tease Sister Yuan Yao anymore."
Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief, quickly waved her hand, and smiled broadly.
I was still a little shaken; being stared at like that was really unsettling.
She thought to herself, "So what if I saw Senior Lu one last time?"
Even my master, Zhuang Huayi, saw it in the end, so why don't you go and ask her?
It's so unfair that they're bullying a mere Core Formation cultivator like me.
Yan Ruyan's gaze lingered on Zi Ling's face for a moment before turning to Yuan Yao and asking, "Speaking of which, did Senior Lu leave any words or instructions before he departed?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao tried hard to recall for a moment, but ultimately shook her head, her tone carrying a certainty: "Really not. Senior left decisively, only saying 'I won't be back for a while,' and then said nothing more."
Zi Ling smiled, her eyes narrowing. It seemed that among the four, only she knew about Lu Jianghe's trip to the Void Heaven Palace.
There are still only a little over a decade before the Void Heaven Palace opens.
Thinking about this made her feel much better.
No matter what, when there are many people, there will always be competition to see who is better. Based on this alone, I have already gained an advantage over them.
Xin Ruyin, always perceptive, sensed something amiss.
Looking at his youngest sister, Ziling, there were some things he didn't want to say openly.
To be honest, the other person exuded a certain aura just by sitting there.
Xin Ruyin didn't feel ashamed, but she clearly felt that Zi Ling was indeed superior in terms of looks and charm.
Not only did she think so, but Yan Ruyan, who was standing next to her, also felt the same way.
At this moment, the two seemed to be on the same side, without each other even realizing it.
After all, Zi Ling is an outsider.
As for Yuan Yao—her attitude seems somewhat subtle, and it's difficult to draw a conclusion for the time being.
But there is one thing to say.
Compared to courage.
Zi Ling is much older than them.
They made no attempt to conceal their actions or words.
Sometimes things are like that: if you're slow at one step, you'll be slow at every step.
Lu Jianghe bent down and examined the unusual bamboo that was about the same height as his calf.
The entire bamboo is emerald green, with faint golden lines growing naturally on it. Upon closer inspection, short, bluish-white arcs of electricity occasionally leap out from the bamboo leaves, emitting a soft crackling sound.
Han Li took out the small green bottle and carefully dripped a drop of crystal-clear green liquid onto the root of the Thunder Bamboo.
The unusual green bamboo, which was originally only up to the calf, suddenly trembled.
Suddenly, a rich emerald green light burst forth, with a halo of spiritual energy flowing around it, and a surge of abundant vitality surged forth like a tide.
The slender bamboo stalks trembled and slowly grew an inch or so at a speed visible to the naked eye, its branches stretching out and its lush green leaves spreading out in layers.
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