Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Chapter 146: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn

She had no choice but to put aside her romantic feelings for the time being and personally wield the knife to cut off all of Ling Ji's thoughts...

That man told her that when the time comes, someone will take him away and he will forget her...

Yun Qian herself didn't realize how ugly her face was at that time. Forget about her?

Is it to be forgotten forever?

She didn't know why the high and mighty God Lord claimed that he would never come back. She also didn't know that Ling Ji was his child. She didn't know that the young man was on his way.

All he could think about was her, but she had no time to think about him at all. With her clear mind, she gave orders to the owner of this body like the most ruthless commander.

Ask her to do this, do that, ask her to deceive the boy, ask her to deceive herself...

For the second time, Yun Qian felt like an ant trying to stop a chariot in the face of fate, or rather, like a grain of sand. Fate only needed to wave its stick and blow gently, and she would be blown away helplessly, or surrender, and be pushed along, as if she could only, obey...

The first time she felt this way was when she was being hunted and, after a fierce battle, had no choice but to face death.

It’s not that she doesn’t have regrets, but death is death, so it doesn’t matter anymore.

But this time, it wasn't death, but it made her feel so heavy, so, so heavy, as if it contained the fate of everyone in the world...

She was not someone who could not see the overall situation, but the things in her heart always quietly came out to disturb her mood and reminded her of Ling Ji.

The boy's handsome face was the look she liked.

Can't touch it anymore for now.

...The system's originally solemn mood was broken by her again, but for the first time it did not dare to talk to her. It also knew that Yun Qian was very busy now.

While she was thinking about the young man, she was also doing the hard-hearted thing without any delay.

She knew that she could not afford to delay, as this was not just her business... There could not be any personal feelings or hesitation on her face. She gave orders in an orderly manner in a cold voice.

There were many people gathered in the room, more than ever before. Everyone was listening to her seriously. No cultivator would not know about the battle to subdue demons that only happens once in thousands of years. Their eyes were full of determination when they looked at Yun Qian.

Yes, it's not just her business.

Yun Qian had a premonition in her heart. She felt that Ling Ji was coming back...

Indeed, she was right.

Once again, she directed her own death.

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So, when the young man traveled thousands of miles back to the Yunjian Sect with a worried heart, this was the scene he saw.

Yun Qian lay there lifeless, so quiet, like a person without breath.

A group of people stood beside her bed, their eyes showing the same sorrow.

Every light ball in the system that watched it wanted to lie down beside Yun Qian's bed and cry loudly, just to participate in this performance...

Ling Ji felt as if his heart was being pinched by fate.

Is God playing a joke on him?

He brought the medicine back, but it hasn't been three months yet. Why, why?

He didn't believe it, and his steps became staggering. He almost stumbled and fell to the side of Yun Qian's bed.

All he could see was Yun Qian's pale face. Ling Ji knew that he was too late.

The pain in his heart was beyond words. The boy's usually cold eyes were now tinged with unspeakable emotions. In the end, he was still a step too late.

From time to time, there were some sobbing sounds from the people around. Ling Ji just felt it was so noisy. He wanted to drive everyone out and leave only him and his master here, but he knew clearly that this was not allowed. He could not disobey his master's friends and elders.

Ling Ji didn't know why, but the pain of having his tail cut off couldn't compare to the pain in his heart at this moment. It was like a piece of it had been suddenly hollowed out. What should he do?

Yun Qian's eyes were closed. She could see only because of the third-party perspective the system later recorded. She hadn't expected the fake death pill to be used so frequently. But at that moment, she lay lifeless, motionless, her breathing and meridians silent. Ling Ji desperately tried to feel her neck pulse, but was stopped.

It was the old man with white beard. He didn't know where Yun Qian got the fake death pill from. To be honest, if the girl didn't really need it, he would have asked the girl for one just for fun.

But he was also worried. What if Ling Ji found out? Wouldn't that mean all his efforts would be wasted?

The old man with the white beard had lived to such an old age that he had seen everything: the resentment and hatred, the separation of the loved ones, and the failure to obtain what one desires. He had seen and experienced the three sufferings of life.

He knew the boy was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. His identity and bloodline determined his responsibilities.

It’s time for people from the divine realm to arrive.

Yun Yatou had told him that the effect of the fake death pill only lasted for two days. Within those two days, Ling Ji had to leave.

Ling Ji looked at the elder standing before him, his heart icy. Why? Did he feel that he had defiled his master? Did he feel that he was unworthy?

The world is absurd. Ling Ji once wanted to rely on himself, step by step to become the strongest person in the world, without relying on bloodline. But he had to admit that the power in his bloodline was something he could not get rid of. This time, he was able to bring back the medicine, and this credit was also indispensable...

But at this moment, he just wanted to look at Yun Qian more, that's all.

The old man with white beard saw it, and although he felt a little bit reluctant, he was still hard-hearted and refused to let her touch him.

Completely ignoring Ling Ji's dead look.

"Elder, please let me take another look at Master."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his tired and hoarse voice startled the white-bearded old man.

Looking at him like this, he also knew that he had all three things.

Alas, there is nothing I can do. If I have to blame someone, I can only blame fate.

This is destiny.

"Ling Ji, you don't belong here."

His light words were like a heavy verdict, sentencing Ling Ji to death.

He couldn't agree to his request. Ling Ji's heart sank as he understood.

They know.

Is it him? Has he been here?

……

He couldn't know the answers to these questions for the time being.

The young boy who was about to reach adulthood lost his master overnight. People from the Divine Realm came and called him "Young Master".

Ask him to go back with them.

He refused, saying he wanted to stay by his master's side.

The group of people who came were all elders in the divine realm. They were chosen by the Lord God himself to assist the young Lord.

Seeing the young master like this, they all felt emotional and thought that they had given birth to another lover.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the most intelligent and prestigious person among them stood up.

His name is Tisu.

"Young Master, please listen to what I have to say. Miss Yun's spirit is immortal, so she still has a glimmer of hope."

His face was solemn, and every word he spoke was precious. He leaned forward slightly and persuaded the young man in front of him.