Chapter 29 - Transmigrated into the world of an NTR novel as the NTR Bastard

029 Lone Stag After failing in his foundation building, Zuo Tian's cultivation realm fell back to the 9th stage of Qi Refining. But he wasn't discouraged. Under the starry sky, Zuo Tian continued to strive for foundation building. In just half an hour, he bravely pursued, advancing at a terrifying speed on the stairs, and once again touched that transcendent gate-- It should have been easy for him to push it open. However, it was another failure in foundation building. Zuo Tian coughed, spitting out traces of blood from between his teeth. His lazy eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if they were about to burst. This time, he fell back to the 8th stage of Qi Refining, his clothes stained with blood, his pale face covered in a cold sweat. The brilliant destiny, like an indelible ink stain. It seemed as if a delicate girl was using a sword as a brush, twisting the balance of yin and yang, tearing apart heaven and earth. Even the slightest hint of palpitation and fear became an intolerable flaw on the path of brilliance. "I can't accept this." Enduring the burning pain like flames, Zuo Tian gritted his teeth and continued. Until the break of dawn. Zuo Tian opened his eyes, his face colorless and dismal. The 9th stage of Qi Refining. He was stuck here. He couldn't make any progress. "Take a break," the remnant soul of the old ancestor sighed in Zuo Tian's ear, "On the path of cultivation, beware of obsession. If it becomes too heavy, it's easy to lose your original intention." "Zuo Tian, your face is so pale." Yang Jin noticed his friend's abnormality and asked with concern in a low voice, "Are you still angry? I heard from Gao Rongrong... Su Yingxue likes... Lu..." "Stop talking," Zuo Tian showed a gentle smile to Yang Jin, like a spring breeze brushing his face. "I don't care." Unburdened, just right to bear the heavenly mission; Hiding like a dragon at the bottom of the abyss, waiting for the moment the clouds rise. Lu Qingchuan? He's not qualified to catch my eye. Zuo Tian thought that if he really had ill intentions towards Lu Qingchuan, all he needed was a flick of his finger to get rid of him. Those who harbor pride never stoop to the level of the weak. It's a pity, he was supposed to build his foundation in one night. Taking another glance at Su Yingxue, Zuo Tian noticed that the celestial-like girl was still anxiously gazing at the entrance of the gymnasium, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation. He needed to find a reason to challenge her. Without overcoming the heart demon, he would never soar to the top. "I won't wait any longer." The young man in daoist robes chuckled, "Cultivating the path is difficult to force, and ordinary people can live freely. Everyone has their own aspirations." Yang Jin couldn't help but say, "I think Lu Qingchuan is afraid to come because his aptitude is too poor, right?" Crossing his arms, Yang Jin smirked and added, "We might be selected for demon slaying and evil eradication. It's dangerous. That young master only wants to enjoy himself. When it comes to real problems, he'll definitely retreat like a turtle." Actually, Yang Jin and Lu Qingchuan had no grudges between them. But Zuo Tian did. Actually, it didn't matter. But Zuo Tian almost reached the 9th stage of Qi Refining in one night, almost building his foundation! So everything became important. Sucking up to someone, without shivering in fear. Yang Jin knew that Zuo Tian had thin skin and was very reserved, so he wanted to make him feel good first. And now Lu Qingchuan has won Su Yingxue's heart, while Zuo Tian's story of almost reaching the 9th stage in one night spread through the cultivation class group. Lu Qingchuan must be frightened. Su Yingxue furrowed her eyebrows slightly, too lazy to argue. But someone couldn't stay silent. A slightly chubby boy with a sullen face said, "Yang Jin, Lu is just late, there's no need for you to scold him, right?" "He sent a red packet in the group, and you eagerly rushed to act as his lackey?" Yang Jin chuckled, "Can't afford a feast? " The boy sneered and glanced at Zuo Tian, who looked strange next to Yang Jin, "I wonder who the lackey is." The surrounding students had various expressions, but basically they were all watching the show. Zuo Tian's face grew paler, and a glint like snow crystals appeared in his slightly open pupils. The young man in daoist robes suddenly took out his hands from behind and lightly pressed in the air. "Alright." As if by invisible magic, the venue quieted down and everyone had the urge to keep silent. "Do not quarrel. Listen to me carefully," the young man in daoist robes pointed to the crystal ball that seemed to contain the universe. "This is called 'Soul Searching'. It tests the innate talent of your spiritual roots. Just touch it with your hand." He then looked at the ancient bronze mirror, "This is called 'Breaking Illusions'. Stand in front of it and ask questions to both your ambition and your heart, detecting your temperament and potential." The young man in daoist robes looked at the students with his hands behind his back and smiled. "My name is Lu Wu, and I am at the third realm, Golden Core stage." The students were in an uproar, amazed and filled with countless worshipful and fearful glances directed at him. "Teacher Lu is so amazing!" "So strong, Teacher Lu! Do you need a personal disciple? I can serve tea and pour water. I'm also an excellent cook. My father is a top chef, and I've learned a lot from him." "So the cultivation realm beyond foundation building is called Golden Core stage. I'll go to the group to show off." However, the young man in daoist robes ignored all of this and continued to smile, shocking everyone with his next words: "I am 317 years old this year, persevering through frost and snow, suffering to reach this stage. The results will be announced later. If any of you have slightly less talent, use me, Lu Wu, as a mirror, and on this long journey, stay strong and don't be anxious or disappointed. Wait patiently for the clouds to part and the moon to shine." His voice was gentle, carrying a power that seemed to seep into the soul. The venue fell silent. The students all had thoughtful expressions. Except for Su Yingxue. Expecting all night, but not seeing the person she wanted to see. The girl's eyes were filled with complexity. What stopped him? Su Yingxue became increasingly anxious, feeling a pain in her chest. Every inch of air in the gymnasium felt heavy to her. She took out her phone and started texting Lu Qingchuan. [Are you still not here?] [It's about to start.] [What will happen if you can't make it? Will you be disqualified?] [Lu Qingchuan, I'm so scared.] The sports field was bathed in the morning light, resembling a blank sheet of paper. Looking at the vibrating phone, Lu Qingchuan, who had hurriedly arrived, walked faster and faster. His heart tightened, and after stumbling a step, he started running with all his strength, a worried expression on his face. He realized it. Su Yingxue... might... be a bit fragile? Lu Qingchuan got off at the school gate and on the way, he had prepared a gift for Su Yingxue. After gaining many saint points last night, Lu Qingchuan didn't hesitate to exchange them for a flying sword that he would use for self-defense in the future. The sword was named "Lone Stag". Currently, that sword was put in the spatial storage of the Saint System. If anyone asked, it could be easily explained. With such a rich family, it was normal for him to buy a storage ring from the black market, right? Lu Qingchuan wanted to see the graceful figure of Su Yingxue holding the sword in her delicate hands, like a fairy. There was a tall phoenix tree in the school. Lightly stepping on its highest, withering yellow leaf was a pair of slender feet in small high heels. Lu Chuning looked down at Lu Qingchuan's fading figure, noticing how swiftly he moved. He didn't look like someone who had been injured last night. The petite Green Pheasant-like girl spoke softly, "Is it you?" The shattered leaf fragments flew along the curve of the girl's straight and slender legs, only to be swept away by her swaying skirt. Her double ponytails fluttered gently behind her tender shoulders, emitting a delicate fragrance as they moved.