When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 89: Mother's Worry When Her Son Is Away

It’s not that Long Aotian doesn’t intend to finish it in one breath, but this kind of thing always has to be a gradual process.

"Don't worry, you have all the spiritual roots, and the spiritual root values ​​are all close to the maximum. Ling'er, before building the foundation, if you practice normally with this kind of spiritual roots, the speed of cultivation will be much slower than that of people of the same period. The reason why you have made such rapid progress is because you have worked hard enough and spent almost all your time practicing, so you can naturally make visible progress. But after building the foundation, your physical condition is different, and the speed of cultivation will naturally change. Even if I don't tell you the truth, I can't hide it from now on. Ling'er, you are not a loser, you are a genius."

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Zhou Ling sat in the chair in a daze, her facial expression changing again and again. Finally, Zhou Li came back to his senses first. He couldn't suppress his joy, his mouth corners almost stretched to his ears. He quickly stepped forward and patted his precious daughter's head gently.

"Genius, genius! No need to worry, no need to roll!"

She never dared to dream that one day she would hear such good news.

In the past, when she dreamed, she was always worried about her daughter's future life span, what if her advancement was not smooth? What if she could not live forever with her and enjoy this long life?
Her daughter had worked so hard before, working day and night, even without taking time to eat. She felt so distressed that she didn't know what to do.

But can she stop it? She can't. Her daughter is working so hard so that she won't die too early.

But now...

"Master, why didn't you tell me before?"

Is Zhou Ling happy to hear the news?

She should be happy, she wanted to smile, but she pulled the corners of her mouth and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying. The grievances and depression in her heart poured out at this moment.

"I didn't tell you before because I had concerns. At the beginning, you used the Hengyue Sword Talisman near the Shengguo Sect and killed dozens of evil cultivators. The noise was too loud at the time. Not only did our sect notice it, but people from other sects also saw it. The news spread quickly and it was out of control. When the people from the Demon Clan heard that Hengyue had found a successor, they tried every means to inquire here. Whether it was testing whether you could activate the sword talisman in public at the time or not telling you your true spiritual root qualifications in time, it was all to be on the safe side. After all, whether it was the qualifications of the five spiritual roots or the failure to activate the sword talisman in public, it could make the Demon Clan relax their vigilance and shift their attention away from you.

At first, this idea was feasible. Until the demon clan, even though it was suppressed, felt that Hengyue had appeared, and then ordered his men again, it would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. "

He knew that if he didn't speak out about this matter, it might cause trouble in his disciple's heart.

So Long Aotian’s explanation was very detailed and complete.

Zhou Ling listened silently, and after a long time she nodded and stood up from the chair.

"Thank you Master for clearing up my doubts. I have no more questions."

She is not the kind of person who would dwell on a rut, and this matter might have been impossible to resolve from the beginning.

The protection of the master and the sect, and the fact that he is the successor of the Hengyue Sword.

"There is one more thing. The Dao Sect Competition has passed. After a while, all the disciples who have established their foundations will go out for training. You will naturally be the same, but your identities are different. The people from the Demon Clan have been watching you, so you have to be on guard. So it doesn't matter whether you leave early or late, so why not leave now? The sect will cover for you and create the illusion that you are still in the sect, buying you time to go further. Remember to hide your identity well."

"Why are we leaving now? I, my spirit stones..." Zhou Ling felt a little embarrassed. Her master didn't teach her to gamble, but she had bet some spirit stones in several competitions. Since there were too many people betting this time, the dealer needed to settle the accounts, which took a lot of time, so she and her mother's spirit stones had not yet been taken. "Don't worry, your master will help you get them. And these, you all take them."

Long Aotian took out a storage bag and put it into Zhou Ling's hand.

"these are?"

"Master is away from home, and I am worried about you. I know you are going out for training, so I took the time to make some defensive spiritual energy. This time there are no magic weapons, all of which are spiritual weapons. You and your mother can share them. No matter what, safety is the first priority when you are out there."

Long Aotian looked at the little face of his little disciple which had not yet grown up, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his nose. Being a grown man, he almost burst into tears on the spot.

Suddenly I began to understand the feeling of a mother worrying about her child even when he is far away from home.

Once a teacher, always a father. He treats Zhou Ling as his daughter.

Zhou Ling was actually a little confused. How could the master find the time to make these time-consuming and laborious defensive spiritual weapons when he was so busy outside?
She probed into the storage bag with her spiritual sense, and the golden light almost blinded her eyes.

"How come there is so much gold!" she exclaimed.

"You may go to the mortal world for training. This gold mine is a byproduct of our sect's spirit stone mine. It is useless in our world of immortal cultivation, so Master left some for you to take with you. It may be useful."

Long Aotian is not usually such a careful person. For the sake of his disciple and her mother's training journey, he has taken into account everything he can and made adequate preparations, for fear that his little disciple would suffer some hardship or grievance outside.

"Oh, and these. Buying ingredients for your meals outside may be a problem. Ordinary cultivators don't usually care about their appetites. Don't buy these ingredients too often outside, otherwise it may attract attention. So Master has prepared them for you. The spiritual vegetables produced by our own sect and the various spiritual beast meats purchased in large quantities in our market are packed in two storage bags. Take them."

"And this, we generally call it a mortal storage bag. At first it was just a failed storage bag, but later we found that it can actually be used, but the space inside is relatively small, and it does not require divine consciousness to open it. Mortals with strong mental strength can also use it. When you go out to train, if you encounter some strange places and cannot use divine consciousness, you can also open this mortal storage bag and put some important or life-saving things in it. Keep it well, maybe it can be used."

Long Aotian concealed his figure and kept nagging Zhou Ling and her daughter on the way away, just like an old mother who was always worried about them.

Zhou Ling already had a pile of storage bags in her hands. Her eyes were sore and she wanted to cry but didn't dare to, for fear that her master would worry even more.

As for Zhou Li, he didn't say a word along the way. He just watched Long Aotian take out one storage bag after another. Every time he took out a bag and put it in his daughter's hand, he would explain in detail what was inside, when to use it, or what to pay attention to when going out.

He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

Even her own mother feels ashamed of herself.

Finally, we reached the back mountain and flew across the chasm, completely out of the sect's territory.

"Let's go, let's go..." Waving his sleeves, Long Aotian turned his head awkwardly, trying to look up at the sky to prevent tears from falling.

(End of this chapter)