Two true fates!
A genius unseen since ancient times!
Luo Qianqiu felt that her decision to stay here had been the right one.
She had witnessed a miracle.
“Two true fates, two drops of immortal spirit holy water! Normally, even a single drop would be coveted by countless powers. How did he obtain two so quietly!?”
Ling Qingxue gazed toward the direction of Luo Yin’s seclusion and could not help exclaiming.
Luo Qianqiu also clicked her tongue in wonder inwardly. “Young Master Luo’s experiences are probably even richer and more exciting than what you’ve seen!”
Ling Qingxue’s mouth twitched slightly at those words.
What experiences could he possibly have?
He had spent seven years at Heavenly Secrets Peak, and over the past month, she had always been following him. Apart from the first few days, he had never left Taiyi Holy Land.
A treasure like immortal spirit holy water would surely cause a massive uproar upon its appearance.
How could he have picked up two drops without anyone noticing?
Of course, she kept these thoughts to herself.
Ling’er gazed spiritedly toward Luo Yin’s seclusion spot, pursed her lips, and then turned to Ling Qingxue and the others.
“But, sisters, do you really think Young Master has stopped here?”
In Ling’er’s eyes, Luo Yin was the greatest.
Though she did not know what a true fate signified, two seemed far too few to match her Young Master’s prestige.
The two women exchanged a glance and saw the shock mirrored in each other’s eyes.
Could he condense yet another true fate?
Impossible…
After all, possessing two drops of immortal spirit holy water and refining them into true fates was already an astonishing feat.
In the Divine Ability Realm, many cultivators could not even absorb and refine the holy water, let alone form a true fate from it.
Yet Luo Yin had not only formed one—he had formed two!
A third would be utterly terrifying.
Luo Qianqiu and Ling Qingxue did not dare to imagine such a thing.
Thus, they were convinced that Luo Yin could not possibly condense another true fate!
But they were wrong.
The next day, the four women were in the courtyard. Luo Qianqiu, with nothing better to do, was instructing Ling’er in her cultivation.
Boom!
At that moment, the familiar aura erupted once more.
They froze in place.
“Fake… this has to be fake, right?”
Luo Qianqiu said nothing, but Qing’er at her side could not help murmuring.
Luo Qianqiu drew a deep breath to calm her once-again shocked heart. She smiled faintly and turned to Ling Qingxue.
“Looks like we were wrong.”
Ling Qingxue nodded helplessly. She had never expected Luo Yin to truly condense a third true fate.
Three drops of immortal spirit holy water would be enough to found a sect rivaling Taiyi Holy Land!
Luo Qianqiu let out a faint sigh.
“Young Master Luo is no ordinary man! At this point, even if he condenses another true fate, I doubt I’d be surprised.”
The other three nodded in agreement.
Indeed.
By the fourth day, when Luo Yin formed his fourth true fate, their reactions had already grown much milder.
On the sixth day, with the fifth true fate, they had begun to feel numb.
The eighth day…
The ninth day…
…
The twelfth day.
“How many true fates does he have now?”
Ling Qingxue asked cautiously, gazing toward Luo Yin’s seclusion chamber.
Luo Qianqiu replied gravely, “Eight! I couldn’t even dream of two, yet Young Master Luo has formed eight true fates! And the funny part is, I once thought two was his limit.”
Though she had claimed that no further true fates would surprise her, when Luo Yin truly formed the eighth, Luo Qianqiu’s pupils still contracted in shock, her heart unable to calm for a long time.
Ling Qingxue shook her head with a wry smile.
“It seems we truly cannot judge him by ordinary standards. Eight true fates—that’s eight drops of immortal spirit holy water. Anyone else would go mad with that much! Yet from his demeanor before entering seclusion, he didn’t seem to care at all.”
“Young Master Luo’s composure is something Qianqiu truly admires!”
Luo Qianqiu could not help praising him.
Ling Qingxue glanced at her. “Do you think there are more?”
“Probably… yes~”
…
Inside the seclusion chamber, Luo Yin sat cross-legged, maintaining the same meditative posture as before, utterly unchanged.
At this moment, his spirit sea began to emanate a faint golden glow.
It was as if it were on the verge of transforming into a true starry ocean.
Above the spirit sea, the divine palace shone with exceptional brilliance!
It resembled the jade palaces of the ninth heaven, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.
Within the divine palace, eight true fates brimmed with boundless vital energy. Each one contained infinite power of the Great Dao.
Over these past few days, Luo Yin had discovered that his Daoyan Demonic Canon shared a subtle, intricate connection with the true fates.
Otherwise, he could not have condensed them so easily.
During this time, he had cultivated the Daoyan Demonic Canon to the third layer, and the Indestructible Golden Body Art had reached the third heaven as well.
Gang qi could now be projected outward!
This allowed him to release indestructible gang qi for defense.
Of course, advancing to the fourth heaven would still require medicinal tempering.
But beyond that, no drugs would be needed.
Gazing at the two remaining drops of immortal spirit holy water before him, Luo Yin sensed that he could absorb at most one more.
Without further delay, he drew one drop into his body.
What followed was the now-routine process of refining and condensing.
A day passed.
The true fate took form once more.
Sensing the new aura, Luo Qianqiu’s breathing grew rapid. She could no longer conceal her surging emotions and exclaimed in excitement,
“Doesn’t this mean we’ve witnessed history!?”
Ling Qingxue nodded solemnly.
“Yes!”
Nine true fates!
Unparalleled in history!!
A smile bloomed on Luo Qianqiu’s face as she silently resolved herself in her heart.
Once Luo Yin emerged from seclusion, she would leave him with a good impression and befriend him on behalf of Fuyao Holy Land.
No—befriend him personally!
Taiyi Holy Land was far too small a place to be the end goal for someone like Luo Yin!
At the same time, a spark of competitive spirit ignited within her.
She had once been hailed as the most stunning genius of the younger generation in the Northern Spirit Realm, even comparable to some prodigies from the Central Province Realm.
She had always believed it to be true, and a trace of pride had lingered in her heart.
But now, that pride was gradually wearing away.
Because right here, there existed a freakish talent even more monstrous than those Central Province Realm prodigies!
Luo Qianqiu no longer cared about those so-called prodigies. What did it matter if she could rival them?
Her new goal was Luo Yin!
Just then, Luo Yin emerged from the seclusion chamber and stepped into the courtyard.
When he caught sight of Luo Qianqiu and Qing’er, he paused in slight surprise.
His gaze involuntarily fixed on Luo Qianqiu.
Such a beautiful woman!?
Who was she!?
“Young Master, you’re out of seclusion!”
Ling’er bounced happily to Luo Yin’s side. He glanced at her, then back at Luo Qianqiu, and asked her in puzzlement,
“Who is this…?”
Luo Qianqiu took a step forward, a faint smile on her face as she greeted him politely.
“Luo Qianqiu of Fuyao Holy Land, at your service, Young Master Luo.”
Luo Qianqiu!?
The number one beauty of the Northern Spirit Realm!
No wonder she was so stunning!
But when had he ever crossed paths with her?
