Looking around, Shui Miao subtly channeled a small amount of his seven-element immortal energy into a rectangular trash can in the hallway. Suddenly, his thoughts turned sinister, and the trash can transformed into a mass of black mist!
“Whoosh!”
With a shift in his mind, the black mist was drawn back.
Witnessing this, Old Master Lin and his men assumed Shui Miao was issuing a warning to them, leaving them shocked and speechless.
“Soul-devouring power!”
Shui Miao himself was also astonished, taken aback.
His cultivation of seven elemental energies had actually transformed into the terrifying soul-devouring force!?
Shui Miao withdrew the immortal energy back into his body. He sensed no significant change in his energy, except that his metal element seemed slightly stronger. However, he felt an indescribable emotion—neither excitement nor sadness, more like a strange sense of unfamiliarity with himself after discovering the truth.
Never thought I could be this powerful!?
Soul-devouring power, so easily mastered!?
With this, wouldn’t I become someone with supernatural abilities—capable of even making an entire building vanish?
Feeling conflicted, Shui Miao walked down the corridor, pondering the soul-devouring power.
Just as he reached a corner, Da Shuang and Lin Qing’er suddenly appeared, bumping straight into him.
“Shui Miao, it’s bad! The assassins are chasing us, but they all caught fire just now…”
“Shui Miao, was it you?”
Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang looked visibly flustered.
Shui Miao instinctively nodded. “Don’t worry, they’re already injured and won’t be a threat to you anymore.”
“Ah! So it really was you who set them on fire?” Da Shuang found it hard to believe.
Previously, Da Shuang had thought Shui Miao was just a fraud, but now she was slowly starting to believe he was indeed a modern cultivator.
“That’s not important now,” Shui Miao replied, his expression unchanged as he turned to Lin Qing’er. “Lin Jie, I’d like to talk to you, but this place isn’t quite suitable.”
“Alright, let’s go to the Linhai Hotel.”
Looking around, Shui Miao channeled a small stream of seven-attribute immortal power into a rectangular trash bin in the corridor. Suddenly, with a shift in his intent, the trash bin instantly transformed into a cloud of black energy!
“Whoosh!”
As his intent shifted again, the black energy retracted.
Witnessing this, Old Master Lin and his subordinates thought Shui Miao was giving them a warning, and they were all terrified, staring in stunned silence.
“Spirit-devouring power!”
Shui Miao was also extremely shocked and surprised.
How could his seven-attribute immortal power transform into such terrifying spirit-devouring power!?
Shui Miao withdrew the immortal power back into his body. He felt no change in his internal energy, only a slight enhancement in his metal-attribute spiritual power. Yet, his emotions were strangely mixed—he couldn’t tell whether he was excited or upset. It felt more like he had discovered a truth that made him question his own identity.
I never knew I was this powerful!?
Spirit-devouring power—mastered so easily!
Does this mean I’ve become a possessor of supernatural power? It might even be possible to make an entire building disappear!
Lost in complex emotions, Shui Miao walked down the corridor, pondering the spirit-devouring power.
Just as he reached a corner, Dashuang and Lin Qing’er suddenly appeared, colliding with him.
“Shui Miao, it’s bad—those assassins are chasing us, but they just caught fire…”
“Shui Miao, was it you?”
Both Dashuang and Lin Qing’er seemed flustered.
Shui Miao instinctively nodded. “It’s fine. They’re already injured and pose no threat to you.”
“Ah! Did you really set them on fire?” Dashuang found it hard to believe.
She had initially thought Shui Miao was a fraud, but now she was gradually starting to believe he was an urban cultivator.
“Those details aren’t important,” Shui Miao replied to Dashuang without any change in expression. He turned to Lin Qing’er. “Sister Lin, I’d like to talk to you, but this doesn’t seem like the right place.”
“Alright, let’s go to Linhai Grand Hotel.”
Lin Qing’er had been wanting to return for a while. “Actually, let’s not go to Linhai Grand Hotel. I’d like to visit your Chen Corporation headquarters instead.”
“Welcome!”
Shui Miao smiled slightly and raised his hand toward Dashuang, revealing a small black sphere in his palm. “By the way, Sister Lin, take this first. It’s the Yin Saint Spirit, and it’s very beneficial for your soul.”
“Okay!”
Lin Qing’er trusted Shui Miao completely. She took the Yin Saint Spirit, examined it briefly, and swallowed it in one gulp. “Wow, this feels amazing! This treasure really refreshes my spirit!”
Lin Qing’er was thrilled. She could feel her body suddenly becoming purified, brimming with extraordinary energy.
“Shui Miao, you’re so biased. Why didn’t you give me one?”
Dashuang pouted.
Shui Miao shook his head gently. “You have the nerve to say that? I secretly put one in your coffee, but you didn’t drink it. How is that my fault?”
“But you didn’t tell me what it was at the time!” Dashuang immediately became conflicted.
Shui Miao raised his hand and handed another Yin Saint Spirit to Dashuang. “Back then, you thought I was a fraud. Even if I had told you, would you have believed me?”
“Of course I would have!”
Dashuang said one thing but meant another. She swallowed the Yin Saint Spirit in one gulp, her excited expression making it seem as though she were about to float away.
“Let’s go. By the way, Sister Lin, call your father and ask him to stay at Linhai Grand Hotel. The surveillance there is excellent and can provide timely warnings. I suspect other assassin organizations might still be after him.” Shui Miao turned a corner and saw from a distance the group of assassins sitting on the ground, wailing in pain. Their clothes had been burned off, and handguns and daggers were scattered around them. Nurses in the hospital were anxiously calling the police.
Seeing them severely injured, Shui Miao felt a twinge of pity.
But remembering they were murderous criminals who had nearly run him and Lin Qing’er over at the hospital entrance, he dismissed any thought of helping them.
※※※
On the road, Dashuang drove straight toward Chen Corporation headquarters.
Lin Qing’er and Shui Miao sat in the back seat in silence.
Suddenly, Lin Qing’er whispered, “Xiao Shui, do you remember what you said to me last time on the way to the airport?”
“Of course I remember…”
Shui Miao looked at Lin Qing’er and took her hand, but he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt this way—it wasn’t the intense longing of being in love, nor the sweet happiness of being with someone dear. He only felt calm, and empty.
Perhaps “empty” wasn’t the right word, but Shui Miao couldn’t think of a better description.
“But I know it’s impossible. Still, I want to thank you…” Lin Qing’er’s voice was tinged with sorrow, as though she was trying hard to hide something. “Shui Miao, thank you for giving me hope. Can we be siblings?”
Lin Qing’er tried to pull her hand away.
Seeing Lin Qing’er lower her head, tears streaming down her face, Shui Miao felt a pang of sadness…
He turned to her, holding her hands in his. “You know, you just helped me understand what I was feeling earlier…”
“What… what feeling?”
Lin Qing’er tried hard to hold back her tears, but they fell uncontrollably, drop by drop, onto Shui Miao’s hands.
Shui Miao took a deep breath. “It’s melancholy—the kind that comes with love. Love should be sweet and happy, but we’ve experienced too much melancholy. I think we’ve had enough of it. It’s time to let it go. So, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Guided by the natural shift in his emotions, Shui Miao made his move.
Hearing this, Lin Qing’er shook her head and cried sorrowfully, “No, I’m not right for you. I’m sick, and I’m going to die soon. You won’t be happy with me. Besides, you’re so good—I don’t deserve you…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted her. “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you, but I’ll work hard to make up for my shortcomings. And I love your soul, not your body. Do you understand?”
Lin Qing’er shook her head again. “Shui Miao, why are you so good to me? I’m not worth it…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted her once more. “In my heart, you will always be worth it. Enough of these unhappy thoughts. Let me heal you first.”
Immediately, Shui Miao channeled a stream of water-attribute immortal power into Lin Qing’er’s body to cleanse her meridians and refine her essence.
Hearing this, Dashuang slowly pulled the car into a parking spot and came to a stop.
Water is the source of life, and water-attribute immortal power is the best for healing.
Feeling a comfortable energy flowing through her body, as though she were bathing in a warm spring, Lin Qing’er grew increasingly relaxed and joyful. Gazing deeply into Shui Miao’s determined eyes, her tears flowed once again—but this time, they were tears of happiness and sweetness!
“Welcome!”
Shui Miao smiled slightly, then raised his hand toward Da Shuang, revealing a small black orb in his palm. “Oh, Lin Jie, please take this first. It’s the Yin Holy Spirit—it’s extremely beneficial for your soul.”
“Okay!”
With complete trust in Shui Miao, Lin Qing’er took the Yin Holy Spirit, gave it a quick glance, and swallowed it in one go. “Wow, this feels amazing! This treasure makes me feel so refreshed and energized!”
Lin Qing’er was thrilled. She could feel her body suddenly becoming clean and her energy unusually abundant.
“Shui Miao, you’re so unfair! Why didn’t you give me one?” Da Shuang pouted.
Shui Miao shook his head gently. “You should be ashamed. I secretly put one into your coffee, but you didn’t even drink it. Can that be my fault?”
“But you didn’t even tell me what it was back then!” Da Shuang became flustered.
Shui Miao raised his hand again and handed Da Shuang another Yin Holy Spirit. “Back then, you thought I was a fraud. Would you have believed me if I had told you?”
“Of course I would! Why wouldn’t I!”
Da Shuang, clearly lying, swallowed the Yin Holy Spirit in one go, her expression lighting up with excitement like she was about to fly.
“Alright, let’s go. Oh, and Lin Jie, call your father and have him check into the Linhai Hotel. The surveillance there is excellent and can provide early warnings. I suspect other assassin groups might be after him.” As Shui Miao turned a corner, he could already see the group of assassins sitting on the ground, wailing in pain. Their clothes had burned away, leaving scattered guns and knives around them. Hospital nurses were urgently calling the police from inside the rooms.
Seeing their serious injuries, Shui Miao felt a pang of sympathy.
But remembering they were killers who had nearly run him and Lin Qing’er over at the hospital entrance, Shui Miao quickly dismissed any thoughts of helping them.
※※※
Looking around, Shui Miao channeled a small stream of immortal energy of seven attributes into a rectangular trash bin in the corridor. Suddenly, with a shift in his intent turning malicious, the trash bin instantly transformed into a cloud of black energy!
“Whoosh!”
As his intent shifted again, the black energy retracted.
Witnessing this, Old Master Lin and his subordinates, interpreting it as a warning from Shui Miao, were left utterly stunned and terrified.
“Spirit-devouring power!”
Shui Miao himself was both shocked and surprised.
Could his immortal energy of seven attributes truly transform into the terrifying spirit-devouring power?
Retracting the immortal energy back into his body, Shui Miao felt no change in the energy itself, though he did sense a slight enhancement in the metal-attribute spiritual power. Yet, his emotions grew peculiarly complex—a mix of excitement and sorrow, as though he had uncovered a truth that made him question his own identity.
*How could I be this powerful?*
*Spirit-devouring power—mastered so easily!*
*Does this mean I’ve become a possessor of supernatural abilities? It might even be possible to make an entire building vanish!*
Lost in thought about the spirit-devouring power, Shui Miao walked along the corridor with mixed emotions.
Just as he reached a turn, Da Shuang and Lin Qing’er suddenly appeared, colliding with him.
“Shui Miao, it’s terrible! Those assassins are after us, but they suddenly caught fire…”
“Shui Miao, was it you?”
Both Lin Qing’er and Da Shuang appeared flustered.
Shui Miao instinctively nodded. “It’s fine. They’re injured now and pose no threat to you.”
“Ah! Did you really set them on fire?” Da Shuang found it hard to believe.
She had initially taken Shui Miao for a charlatan, but now she was gradually accepting that he might truly be an urban cultivator.
“Those details aren’t important,” Shui Miao replied calmly, his expression unchanged. He turned to Lin Qing’er. “Sister Lin, I’d like to talk to you, but this doesn’t seem like the right place.”
“Alright, let’s go to Linhai Grand Hotel.”
Lin Qing’er had been wanting to return for a while. “Actually, let’s not go there. I’d like to visit your Chen Corporation headquarters instead.”
“Welcome!”
Shui Miao smiled slightly and raised his hand toward Da Shuang, revealing a small black sphere in his palm. “By the way, Sister Lin, take this first. It’s the Yin Saint Spirit, which will greatly benefit your soul.”
“Okay!”
Lin Qing’er trusted Shui Miao completely. She examined the Yin Saint Spirit briefly before swallowing it. “Wow, this feels amazing! This treasure really refreshes my mind and spirit!”
She was exhilarated, sensing her body suddenly purify and her energy surge extraordinarily.
“Shui Miao, you’re so biased! Why didn’t you give one to me?”
Da Shuang pouted.
Shui Miao shook his head gently. “Can you really complain? I secretly put one in your coffee, but you didn’t drink it. How is that my fault?”
“But you didn’t tell me what it was back then!” Da Shuang argued, feeling conflicted.
Shui Miao raised his hand and handed her another Yin Saint Spirit. “At that time, you thought I was a fraud. Even if I had told you, would you have believed me?”
“Of course I would have!”
Da Shuang spoke against her true feelings, swallowing the Yin Saint Spirit in one gulp. Her excited expression made it seem as though she were about to float away with joy.
“Let’s go. By the way, Sister Lin, call your father and ask him to stay at Linhai Grand Hotel. The surveillance there is excellent and can provide timely warnings. I suspect other assassin organizations might still be targeting him.” As Shui Miao turned the corner, he saw the group of assassins sitting on the ground, moaning in pain. Their clothes had been burned away, and pistols and daggers lay scattered around them. Nurses in the hospital were frantically calling the police.
Seeing their severe injuries, Shui Miao felt a twinge of pity.
But remembering they were murderous criminals who had nearly run him and Lin Qing’er over at the hospital entrance, he dismissed any thought of helping them.
※※※
On the road, Da Shuang drove straight toward the Chen Corporation headquarters.
Lin Qing’er and Shui Miao sat in the back seat in silence.
Suddenly, Lin Qing’er whispered, “Xiao Shui, do you remember what you said to me last time on the way to the airport?”
“Of course I remember…”
Shui Miao looked at Lin Qing’er and took her hand, though he felt an inexplicable emptiness within. He couldn’t understand why this sudden sense of void had emerged—it wasn’t the overwhelming passion of loving someone nor the sweet happiness of being with a beloved. Instead, he felt calm yet hollow.
Perhaps “emptiness” wasn’t the right word, but Shui Miao couldn’t find a better term.
“But I know it’s impossible. Still, I want to thank you…” Lin Qing’er’s voice carried a hint of sorrow, as though she were hiding something. “Shui Miao, thank you for giving me hope. Can we be like siblings?”
She tried to pull her hand away.
Seeing Lin Qing’er bow her head, tears streaming down her face, Shui Miao felt a pang of sadness…
He turned to her, holding her hands in his. “You know, you’ve just helped me understand what I was feeling…”
“What… what feeling?”
Lin Qing’er tried hard to hold back her tears, but they fell uncontrollably, drop by drop, onto Shui Miao’s hands.
Shui Miao took a deep breath. “It’s melancholy—the kind that arises because of love. Love should be sweet and joyful, yet we’ve experienced too much sorrow. I think we’ve had enough melancholy. It’s time to let it go. So, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Following the natural flow of his emotions, Shui Miao made his heartfelt proposal.
Hearing this, Lin Qing’er shook her head, crying sadly. “No, I’m not right for you. I’m sick, and I’m dying. You won’t find happiness with me. Besides, you’re so good, and I’m simply not worthy of you…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted her. “It is I who am not worthy of you, but I will strive to make up for my shortcomings. And remember, I love your soul, not your physical body. Do you understand?”
Lin Qing’er shook her head again. “Shui Miao, why are you so good to me? I don’t deserve it…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted once more. “In my heart, you will always be deserving. Enough now, let’s not dwell on unhappy matters. Allow me to heal you first.”
Immediately, Shui Miao channeled a stream of water-attribute immortal energy into Lin Qing’er’s body, cleansing her meridians and rejuvenating her marrow.
Hearing this, Da Shuang slowly pulled the car over and parked it in the parking lot.
Water is the source of life, and water-attribute immortal energy is the finest for healing.
Feeling a comfortable current of energy flowing through her body, as though bathing in a warm spring, Lin Qing’er grew increasingly relaxed and joyful. Gazing deeply into Shui Miao’s determined eyes, her tears flowed once again—but this time, they were tears of happiness and sweetness!
Lin Qing’er and Shui Miao sat in the back seat, silently.
Suddenly, Lin Qing’er whispered, “Xiao Shui, do you remember what you said to me the last time we went to the airport?”
“Of course I remember…”
Shui Miao looked at Lin Qing’er and took her hand, yet felt an inexplicable emptiness inside. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly felt this way—no desperate longing for someone he couldn’t live without, no sweet happiness of being with a loved one—just calmness, and emptiness.
Perhaps it wasn’t the right word to describe it as emptiness, but Shui Miao couldn’t think of any other word.
“But I know it’s impossible, but still, thank you…” Lin Qing’er’s voice was filled with sorrow, as if trying to hide something. “Shui Miao, thank you for giving me hope. Can we just be siblings?”
Lin Qing’er tried to pull her hand away.
Seeing Lin Qing’er with her head lowered and tears falling, Shui Miao suddenly felt a sharp ache in his heart.
He turned around and held both of her hands tightly. “Do you know something? You just helped me understand this strange feeling I had earlier…”
“What feeling? What feeling?”
Lin Qing’er tried hard to hold back her tears, but they kept streaming down, drop by drop, landing on Shui Miao’s hands.
Shui Miao took a deep breath. “It’s sorrow—sorrow that comes from love. Love should be happiness and sweetness, yet we’ve experienced too much sorrow. I think we’ve had enough sorrow already. It’s time to leave it behind. So, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Moved by his inner feelings, Shui Miao proposed spontaneously.
Hearing this, Lin Qing’er shook her head and cried sorrowfully, “No, I’m not worthy of you. I’m sick, I’m dying. I can’t bring you happiness, and you’re so perfect, I’m just not good enough for you…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted her. “It’s me who’s not worthy of you, but I’ll strive to make up for it. Also, it’s your soul I love, not your body. Do you understand?”
Lin Qing’er shook her head again. “Shui Miao, why are you so good to me? I’m not worth it…”
“No!” Shui Miao interrupted once more. “In my heart, you will always be worthy. Enough of this sadness. Let me heal your illness first.”
At that moment, Shui Miao channeled a stream of water-element immortal energy into Lin Qing’er’s body, cleansing and rejuvenating her.
Hearing this, Da Shuang quickly pulled the car into the parking lot and gently brought it to a stop.
Water is the source of life, and water-element immortal energy is the best for healing the body.
Feeling a comfortable current suddenly flowing inside her, Lin Qing’er gradually felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, becoming more and more relaxed. Overwhelmed with surprise and joy, she gazed at Shui Miao’s determined eyes and tears flowed again… but this time, they were tears of happiness, tears of sweetness!
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