Chapter 115: Chapter 101 Aren’t You Planning to Have an Affair?

Zhao Rong returned to his room.

After taking a bath.

He placed the book box on the table and took out its contents one by one.

Zhao Rong propped his chin with his hands and stared for a moment.

Suddenly, he reached to his neck and took off the black pendant left to him by Liu Sanbian.

He held it in his palm.

He practiced the Nameless Sword Technique slightly.

Three days earlier, he had witnessed Liu Sanbian’s final Fist Stance before death.

That thrusting into the sword furnace seemed to come through the air, gently touching Zhao Rong, igniting the blood in his tranquil meridians.

Finally, in the midst of the chaotic Qi, he found that Innate Primordial Qi.

In fact, Zhao Rong knew that this rare opportunity was due to the shock of the scene before Liu Sanbian’s death.

“Awakening” in this world had already been half a year.

Zhao Rong still occasionally felt a sense of absurdity.

Especially in the dead of night.

It was in a certain moment that he felt as if he was cut off from this world and had become a spectator.

Therefore, he felt a detached indifference towards many things in this world.

He felt that the death of someone he did not know was merely a trivial matter, just like that night on Taibai Mountain.

But, this “sense of absurdity” had been diminishing because friends and comrades were slowly appearing around him, and he had started to care about certain things and people.

Like Qing Jun, like Qian’er, like Liu Sanbian, Lin Wenruo, and also… the foolish girl just now.

Zhao Rong was like a kite, and they were the strings pulling on his heart, connecting his aloof heart with the solid earth.

But now, one string had snapped.

This time, he was no longer a detached bystander.

After a few days of reflection.

Zhao Rong had steadily stepped into the Clear Void Stage of the Ascending Realm.

This realm was almost effortless for some, even present from birth.

But for Zhao Rong, it was a significant hurdle.

Zhao Rong quietly examined his fist clutching the pendant.

Feeling the Innate Primordial Qi flowing through his meridians and coursing through his body.

This Qi, delicate and faint.

But it was the foundation of the Great Dao, its uses infinite.

Even the most powerful cultivators and fearsome martial artists had started their path of cultivation from this breath of Qi.

It was the Innate Primordial Qi.

Different people had different strengths at the start.

To enhance it now, he could only do so by strengthening his physique.

But its strength did not greatly affect the first two realms, for those realms merely use it to clear the meridians and acupoints.

It served only as a transition.

Once the bottleneck of the Fu Yao Realm was broken and the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth was drawn into the body, it was no longer needed.

Therefore, apart from those following the martial artist path, other cultivators generally do not pay much attention to it, it suffices to be adequate.

Zhao Rong was currently using this hard-earned Innate Primordial Qi to refine the Sumeru Object in his hand.

About the time of one incense stick passed.

Zhao Rong felt the object in his hand seemingly ripple with an invisible wave.

“Ding!”

The sound was faint.

He exhaled gently, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Then, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed into it with his Divine Sense.

Inside was a space ten feet square.

There was not much stuff, even rather empty.

Only two places contained items.

One was in a corner, where a pile of medicinal herbs packed in brocade boxes was placed.

Zhao Rong knew these; they were the medicinal bath herbs Liu Sanbian had prepared for him daily.

The other was in the center of the space.

There were two pieces of Poetry Paper and a package.

Zhao Rong withdrew his Divine Sense and opened his eyes.

The former was the “Qingshan” contained poetry he had given to Liu Sanbian, and the latter should be the item he intended to send to the child named “Qingshan.”

Zhao Rong placed all the valuables from the table into the Sumeru Object.

Leaving only a small incense burner and a dark black embroidered pouch.

This was one of Lin Wenruo’s farewell gifts to him, a top-tier auxiliary item for the Ascending Realm’s Clear Void and Vibrating Clothes stages.

Qi Nan agarwood.

He followed his memory, methodically lighting the furnace.

Soon.

The fragrant scent of boiling blood qi wafted around the room.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and cultivated.

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The next day.

Early morning.

Zhao Rong dressed in casual clothes and stepped outside, encountering Su Xiaoxiao who was also pushing her door open.

The two exchanged glances.

Zhao Rong thought about the events of the previous night and still felt somewhat embarrassed.

“Zhao Rong, good morning,”

As usual, Su Xiaoxiao greeted him with a light smile on her face.

As if nothing was the matter.

She glanced at Zhao Rong’s attire, tilted her head playfully, and said with a smile,

“Hm, perfect, you’re going out, remember to bring me breakfast, just like yesterday.”

After speaking, she turned and went back into her room.

She went back to sleep.

She generally didn’t ask what Zhao Rong was going to do, nor when he would leave, or why he continued to stay; she asked about none of these things.

Because she knew Zhao Rong had his arrangements, and she just needed to listen to him… except for certain occasions.

On the hallway.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood there thinking for a while, then shrugged slightly and went downstairs to start his day’s journey.

First, he brought breakfast back for that lazybones.

During that time, when he knocked on her door asking her to come out and take it herself, the lazy girl asked him to push the door and come in.

But Zhao Rong wasn’t just anyone; he wouldn’t fall into the same pit twice… unless he couldn’t resist.

He grew cautious right outside the door.

Thus, he righteously refused this seemingly reasonable but potentially perilous request, placed the breakfast at Su Xiaoxiao’s doorstep, and left.

Morning was the time when all things were brimming with life, one had to be extremely careful…

Afterwards.

Zhao Rong wandered aimlessly in Liangjing City for the morning.

At street corners and in taverns and tea houses.

He visited any bustling, noisy place he could find.

In the following days, Zhao Rong did the same.

He spent his days strolling through the streets of Liangjing, his nights urgently cultivating, and every morning he punctually bought breakfast for Su Huxian but never entered her room, just left it outside and walked away…

As days passed, it seemed Zhao Rong was planning to stay in Liangjing indefinitely.

That day.

Evening.

Zhao Rong left a bustling tea house.

With the afterglow of the sun guiding him, he headed back to the inn.

During this time, he once again passed by the Liangjing North Gate from a distance.

Although it was almost dark, and the street vendors were packing up, the number of pedestrians started to increase and the lively atmosphere picked up.

Murky sunset rays slipped through the irregular rooftops, casting scattered shadows on the pedestrians on the street.

Zhao Rong walked with his hands behind his back, flowing with the crowd.

At one moment.

He tilted his head, looking intently at something in the distance.

There.

A dark figure hung by ropes swayed gently in the air.

In the dim light, only the figure’s disheveled hair and dangling limbs and head could be discerned.

Behind the shadow was a black city tower and the half-disc of a rose-colored sunset.

“Hey, why haven’t you left yet?” Gui asked curiously.

Zhao Rong squinted, his gaze lingering on that dark figure.

He did not reply immediately.

The sky grew darker, too dim to see his expression.

Zhao Rong spoke earnestly,

“The people of Liangjing are honest and enthusiastic, and furthermore, there are some interesting folks here that make me reluctant to leave.”

Upon hearing this, Gui paused, looked through the spiritual wheel on his forehead to glance outside.

After thinking, the Sword Spirit said earnestly,

“You aren’t planning on stealing someone, are you?”

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