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Chapter 152: Yi Qinglan – "Rebellious Disciple, You Actually Tricked Your Master!"

Yi Qinglan frowned in confusion. "If I didn’t hear wrong, did you just say… 'Deep Emotion'?"

Lin Langyue replied seriously, "Master, you misheard."

Yi Qinglan was speechless.

Do you take me for a fool?

Suddenly, her brows furrowed.

Something's not right.

The Central Heaven Sect's Path is built upon the Heavenly Dao. If Lin Langyue had truly fallen into mortal emotions, her Dao heart should have shattered instantly.

But instead, her cultivation had not regressed—it had advanced!

Unless…

A shocking thought struck Yi Qinglan. "You… you didn’t use Li Ran as your visualization object, did you?"

Lin Langyue lowered her head.

Silence was the answer.

Boom!

The entire mountain trembled, and the sea of clouds atop the peak surged violently!

"Rebellious disciple! You unfilial child!"

Yi Qinglan clutched her chest in anguish. "Do you realize that you are ruining your own future?"

She couldn’t believe it.

Langyue had done such intimate things, yet her Dao heart remained unshaken.

It turned out that she was using Li Ran as her visualization of the Heavenly Dao!

The closer she got to him, the closer she felt to the Dao itself.

Thus, the bond between them only made her Dao heart stronger.

To Yi Qinglan, this was no different from a demonic path!

For now, there might not be any issues.

But what if Li Ran's cultivation stagnated?

What if he perished?

Then Lin Langyue's path to immortality would be cut off!

How could a mere man be compared to the Heavenly Dao?!

Yi Qinglan’s heart ached. "Why would you do this, my foolish disciple?"

"Was it just because of a man's sweet words? Is that enough for you to forsake your chance to ascend?"

Lin Langyue remained silent for a long time.

Then, in a low voice, she said, "Master, please examine my memories."

"Hmm?"

Yi Qinglan was startled. "What did you say?"

Lin Langyue sat cross-legged and opened her mind. "Master, once you see for yourself, you will understand."

Since she was voluntarily allowing it, there was no risk of harming her soul.

Yi Qinglan hesitated for a moment, then gently pressed a finger to Langyue’s forehead.

Memories surfaced before her eyes, starting from the day of the Beast Tide Siege.

On the City Walls.

Behind them, terrified cultivators trembled.

Before them, an endless tide of ferocious beasts charged forth.

In the midst of this chaos, Li Ran soared into the sky, his entire body engulfed in golden flames.

"Let the hunt begin!"

Like a blazing meteor, he streaked across the battlefield—

And crashed directly into the beast horde!

With his strength alone, he held back the entire wave of monsters!

On the Battlefield.

Li Ran’s blood boiled with battle fury.

He trampled a Nascent Soul Thunder Lion beneath his foot.

With his hand, he tore out its still-beating heart—

And crushed it into pulp!

The surrounding beasts froze in fear!

Their ferocity turned into terror!

At the Waterfall.

Li Ran fought Gan Ye, risking his life in a fierce battle!

His colossal Dharma Form towered into the sky, swinging devastating blows.

Thunderbolts the size of mountains crashed down!

With the power of a Nascent Soul, he killed a Soul Division Realm cultivator!

In the Sealed Chamber.

Li Ran sat cross-legged.

Behind him, Buddhist radiance illuminated the room.

One hand held a lotus.

The other gripped a sword.

His wrathful golden gaze glowed with divine fury!

With a single slash, he vanquished an ancient Tribulation Crossing Realm corpse!

Yi Qinglan exited the memory.

Beyond this point… it was just an endless sequence of intimate moments that she refused to watch any longer.

Lin Langyue opened her eyes. "Master, did you see it clearly?"

"I saw it."

Yi Qinglan’s gaze was complicated.

Li Ran wasn’t just a smooth-talking playboy.

On the contrary—he possessed an unyielding will and unmatched courage.

Before the age of twenty, he had mastered both the Buddhist and Daoist paths.

His physical body was as powerful as a dragon.

His talent was beyond belief.

That colossal starry avatar—even legendary figures couldn't manifest something of that scale.

Not to mention his world-shaking divine thunder… and his wrathful Dharma Form…

Yi Qinglan couldn't help but think—

Even Leng Wuyan wouldn't be able to teach such a disciple.

"If this child does not fall, he will one day ascend to the throne of the Immortal Emperor."

At that moment, she finally began to understand Lin Langyue's choice.

In the depths of those memories, Yi Qinglan had also heard Li Ran's words:

"What if I am the Heavenly Dao?"

"If I stand beneath the heavens and wear the stars like a robe, then you, little moon, wouldn’t you naturally fall into my palm."

Yi Qinglan shook her head.

"No matter how talented he is, he is still only in the Nascent Soul Realm. Yet he dares to dream of replacing the Heavenly Dao itself?"

For some reason, she suddenly recalled that towering figure who had looked down at her from above, bearing immense pressure.

‘How utterly arrogant!’

Lin Langyue glanced at her master, whose expression kept shifting—sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking her head, sometimes gritting her teeth. She couldn't help but scratch her head in confusion.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Hmm?"

Yi Qinglan snapped out of her thoughts and cleared her throat. "Ahem, nothing…"

"Langyue, you're still too reckless!"

"With his arrogance, if he were to fall unexpectedly, wouldn’t your path to immortality be ruined as well?"

She spoke seriously. "I admit that Li Ran does have the potential of an emperor, but fate is ever-changing."

Lin Langyue smiled. "With Master around, I feel at ease."

"Huh?"

Yi Qinglan was stunned.

Lin Langyue continued matter-of-factly, "Li Ran is already extremely strong, and with two Emperor Realm powerhouses—Master and Leng Wuyan—protecting him, how could he possibly fall?"

Yi Qinglan frowned. "Why would I protect him?"

Lin Langyue gave her a pitiful look. "Would Master really stand by and watch as my Dao heart shatters?"

Yi Qinglan was both amused and exasperated.

"You little vixen! You actually schemed for this all along!"

Lin Langyue pouted cutely. "How could this be called scheming? I just love Master the most."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around Yi Qinglan’s arm, acting spoiled.

Yi Qinglan froze.

In their ten years as master and disciple, Lin Langyue had always been respectful but never this affectionate.

A warm feeling rose in her heart.

‘Langyue truly has changed… but I think I like this change.’

‘As for Li Ran…’

‘For Langyue's sake, I absolutely cannot let him die.’

She recalled that arrogant scoundrel, his teasing voice still echoing in her ears:

"A bunch of Daoist cultivators who have never been in love, preaching about ‘forgetting emotions’?"

Yi Qinglan gritted her teeth.

‘So infuriating!’

<+>

Nanfeng City.

Li Ran sat at a table, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Empty wine jars piled up around him.

Yue Jianli, Qin Ruyan, and Sheng Zhixia looked at him helplessly.

"Holy Son Li, you've been drinking all day. You're about to finish all the wine in Qiuyue Pavilion," Qin Ruyan said helplessly.

Li Ran shook his head and sighed. "You know nothing. I'm drinking to drown my sorrows… but why can’t I get drunk?"

He glanced around. "Where's the owner? Are you selling fake wine?"

"…"

Qin Ruyan was speechless. "You're already in the Nascent Soul realm. Forget drinking— even if we drowned you in a vat of wine, you wouldn’t get drunk!"

Li Ran's eyes lit up. "Drown me in a vat of wine? Good idea!"

The three of them struggled to hold him back.

Sheng Zhixia hesitated before asking, "Holy Son Li, but… what exactly are you troubled about?"

Li Ran let out a deep sigh. "You're still small. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you."

Sheng Zhixia pouted, looking down at herself. "Liar! I’m not small at all!"

"…"

Li Ran rubbed his chin, face full of worry.

‘This time, Master is truly jealous. What do I do when I return to the sect?’