1621: Never Formally Acknowledge a Master Again

Never Formally Acknowledge a Master Again

Qiao Mu lifted her petite hand, and a meandering water spirit stream weaved between her fingers.2

Yun Cong was startled. "Sacred water."

The water stream in Qiao Mu's hand abruptly congealed into a ball of water and bobbed up and down above her petite palm.

Witnessing this, Yun Cong nodded. "Even before breaking through to the spiritual realm, you're able to…"

Before he could finish speaking, the water spirit in Qiao Mu's hand abruptly transformed into snow and ice.

She waved her fair hand, and the snowflake flew out, striking the crimson mountain wall.

After several strikes, a uniform line of tiny holes had punctured the sturdy mountain wall with incomparable precision.

Yun Cong's gaze changed. He collected himself before praising Qiao Mu, "Not bad. You are already able to condense water into ice and melt ice into snow. Your basic manipulation of spiritual energy is rather perfected.

"Your short-term goal is to break through to the spiritual realm as soon as possible to stabilize the spiritual energy in your body." Yun Cong stood with his hands behind his back as he turned around to tell her, "In the future, come cultivate alongside me at Moyun Cliff. I will instruct you personally."

"You want to take me as your disciple?" Qiao Mu was startled.

Yun Cong paused before asking, "Are you willing?"

However, Qiao Mu immediately shook her petite head like a rattle-drum.

This time it was Yun Cong's turn to be startled.

This little fellow didn't know who he was right. The famed Young Sir Liuyun renowned throughout the Six Prefectures Continent was flatly rejected when he wanted to take a disciple!

Did he not want his pride?…

"Why?" Yun Cong questioned sulkily.

This child had no discerning eye. Sure enough, she was that woman's personal disciple. Even her thought process was so out of the ordinary.

"I will never formally acknowledge a master again." The little fellow suddenly turned around and faced Yun Cong with the back of her head as she stared off into the distance at the peaks that pierced the skies.

There were a total of 103 peaks, which were some distance away from each other, in the Lava Mountain Range.

Thus, an expanse of red clouds entered their eyes.

For some reason, Yun Cong could feel that this small back silhouette was suffused with a desolate loneliness at this moment.

After a long time, Yun Cong responded with an "Oh" as he inadvertently stroked the back of the little fellow's head. "Then you plan to undergo the entrance exam with the rest?"

Qiao Mu turned her head around and gave a nod.

"What if Wei Xu still makes things difficult for you? Wouldn't you be wanting to walk away from this problem again," Yun Cong inquired nonchalantly.

Qiao Mu blinked her eyes. "Can I defeat him?"

"Who?"

"Wei Xu!" It's that middle-aged mentor who kept saying that he "didn't welcome pampered young ladies from patrician families like her."

A faint amusement slipped past Yun Cong's eyes as he answered with a shake of his head, "Wei Xu is a level-12 great spiritual cultivator. You should be able to deal with spiritual cultivators level seven and below with your strength, but as for Wei Xu… unless you fight with your life on the line."

Yun Cong could sense that this little fellow was hiding many secrets. Her strength could not be determined just by looking at her current cultivation.

Qiao Mu of course wouldn't fight with her life on the line against that neurotic mentor, even if his tone of voice was extremely disagreeable.

Qiao Mu knew that she wasn't a flower, so it was impossible for everybody in the great wide world to like her.

Since there were people who liked her temper, there would also be those who disliked it. At the most, she'd just ignore him in the future!

"Oh, then I'll cut him some slack," Qiao Mu grunted before turning around to leave.

Yun Cong could not help finding it funny, but he didn't stop her from leaving.

Even so, only Qiao Mu herself understood one thing.

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