A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 345: A Glimpse Beyond the Sky (2)
Previously on A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World...
Meanwhile, a short distance away on another deck,
Qing Lianhua curiously observed the commotion of the elders arguing, her eyes full of bright interest.
"...It seems they are quite entertained."
Yu Lianru, standing beside her, made no move to look and simply waved a hand in dismissal.
"Pay no mind to those old folks. It's just their peculiar way of socializing."
"Is that so?" Qing Lianhua blinked innocently.
The mention of socializing seemed to spark a thought, causing her to fidget slightly with nervousness.
"Um... about my disciple, Li Feng... what should I do?"
It was her maiden experience as a master, and she felt unsure of how to proceed.
With the secret realm nearing its end, she would soon have to formally resume her role as his teacher.
Yu Lianru offered a gentle smile.
"Simply impart what you know to him. And should he deviate from the right path..."
A sly grin spread across her face.
"...discipline him forcefully."
"W-What?!"
Qing Lianhua gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Isn't that a bit... excessive?"
Yu Lianru let out a soft snort.
"Excessive?"
She tilted her head, a hint of amusement in her expression.
"Do you believe disciples truly flourish without experiencing a few stern corrections?"
Suddenly, another loud commotion erupted from the adjacent deck.
"STOP SHOWING OFF DURING MY TURN!!!"
"IT ENHANCES MY Qi FLOW AND STRATEGIC THINKING!"
Yu Lianru gestured with her chin towards the ongoing chaos.
"Those venerable elders? Each one of them likely endured severe reprimands from their own masters in their formative years."
"...Oh... I see." Qing Lianhua blinked, her expression still betraying some hesitation.
Sensing her lingering doubt, Yu Lianru's tone softened.
"But truly... do not labor over it. There is no need to pretend to be some flawless paragon of a master. And naturally, offering praise and rewards when your disciple behaves well and achieves significant milestones is also commendable."
She gazed up towards the night sky, a reminiscent smile gracing her lips.
" simplemente... strive to be a figure he can depend upon."
Qing Lianhua lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers tightening their grip on the fabric of her sleeve.
"...Depend upon..."
For a brief instant, a flicker of understanding crossed her eyes, as if she were beginning to grasp the essence of mentorship.
Then, she looked back at Yu Lianru, offering a radiant smile, appreciative of the counsel.
"I think I understand now. Thank y—"
Her words trailed off as she noticed the sudden shift to a serious demeanor on Yu Lianru's face.
"What's wrong?" she inquired, tilting her head, but Yu Lianru remained silent, her gaze fixed upon the heavens.
Qing Lianhua blinked, then followed her companion's line of sight.
...And her breath hitched.
"...Magnificent," she whispered softly.
At this moment, the night sky appeared profoundly vast, to a degree that it... no longer resembled an ordinary nocturnal scene.
It was as if the entire starry expanse of the cosmos had been unveiled.
And innumerable celestial bodies within that immense universe blazed brilliantly, seemingly in motion?
"Huh?"
Qing Lianhua finally perceived the anomaly.
The stars were not merely twinkling; they were converging, growing intensely bright.
Not just one, or ten, or even hundreds...
But countless.
As far as the eye could see towards the horizon, a sea of stars unfolded, as if the celestial veil had been drawn back, exposing the infinite reality beyond.
It wasn't solely her perception.
The boisterous clamor of the elders had completely ceased.
Every single one of them had registered the peculiar phenomenon and were now gazing upward.
They stood awestruck by the spectacle, as the stars were no longer the familiar points of light they once knew.
They moved akin to shooting stars, millions of them streaking across the nocturnal firmament in a grandiose, almost overwhelming display.
...It felt as though the very stars were responding to some unseen force.
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The brief exchanges he had with the disembodied voice replayed in his mind.
Within the confines of the obsidian tower,
The dark, upper expanse now revealed a spectral representation of myriad stars, cascading illumination like a celestial dome upon a...
...singular anomaly of darkness that had abruptly materialized around Li Feng.
Rather than engulfing and annihilating all in its vicinity, it appeared to be... containing something that defied the laws of natural existence.
Suddenly—
The 'vortex of darkness' did not implode; instead, it began to fracture.
Resembling a fragile shell unable to contain its inner contents.
Shards of tenebrosity detached themselves in jagged fragments... disintegrating into nothingness, as if existence itself rejected the emergence of what lay concealed.
And then...
His elongated, white hair billowed behind him, weightlessly adrift as if suspended in an invisible current.
Each strand possessed a subtle, ethereal luminescence... not from mundane light, but from something profound... akin to the faint glow of distant stars intricately woven into its very being.
His imposing, statuesque physique was utterly.... flawless.
Musculature sculpted with impossible refinement stretched across his frame... not merely flesh and blood, but something approaching a living universe, as veins of pale, radiant Qi pulsed beneath his skin, branching out like celestial constellations.
Faint fissures of light scurried over his body with every beat, accompanied by an aura of starlight that seemed to encompass innumerable celestial bodies. A star resided at the very core of his chest. Nay, it was a core. It blazed with a subdued yet potent intensity, causing the surrounding gloom to writhe and quake. Slender streaks of light unfurled from it, resembling a cosmos straining against the confines of his physical form. His arms drew slowly toward his chest, displaying an unruffled composure, as though this spire, this entire existence, and even the firmament above, held no consequence for him. Then— His eyes unsealed. Two frigid, luminous orbs. "You dare to provoke me?" his voice resonated gently, yet it permeated the air as if spoken directly into one's spirit. With a chilling grin, Li Feng, the Paragon of the Celestial Pantheon, regarded the two insignificant vermin. [Illustration of the Paragon of the Celestial Pantheon:]