Chapter 116 Another Twist
Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang froze, their raised feet stopping abruptly in mid-air before slowly retracting.
Their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously, and the hearts that had just settled back into their stomachs were instantly pulled back up.
Could the Saint be intending to...
Countless thoughts flashed rapidly through their minds, bringing with them an even deeper sense of trepidation.
They turned around stiffly, heads still lowered, facing Xiao Ming. They subconsciously held their breath, waiting for his next words as if awaiting judgment.
Watching their bird-like, startled expressions, Xiao Ming did not speak immediately. Instead, he walked unhurriedly back to the couch and leaned back against it, his posture returning to its previous lazy and casual state.
For a time, the only sounds in the hall were the faint crackling of candle flames and the sisters' suppressed, somewhat rapid heartbeats.
Every moment of this silence was torture for them.
Finally, Xiao Ming seemed to have finished thinking. He raised his hand slightly, and a Jade Slip emitting a two-colored glow appeared in his palm.
"This is the Ice and Fire Initial Emotion Art," Xiao Ming's voice rang out calmly as he casually pushed the Jade Slip toward the two of them. "It is a Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique. It is quite compatible with the Physique of you two sisters, and it is a hundred times more profound than the shallow Cultivation Technique you practiced before."
A Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique!
The sisters were deeply shaken, hardly able to believe their own ears.
In their past understanding, a Cultivation Technique of this grade was an unreachable existence!
Even in the entire cultivation world, there were likely few major Sects that could possess it.
The immense surprise instantly diluted some of their fear and unease, but what followed was an even deeper sense of trepidation and disbelief.
Such a generous gift—what right did they have to accept it?
Yu Linglong took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart, and with trembling hands, respectfully received the floating Jade Slip.
It felt warm and cool to the touch, and the aura of ice and fire within transmitted through her palm, causing the Devilish Qi in her body to quiver slightly, as if parched land had finally met sweet rain.
"Th-thank you, Saint, for bestowing this supreme Cultivation Technique! Linglong (Linlang) will certainly do our utmost to Cultivate diligently and will never let down the Saint's high expectations!" Both of their voices trembled slightly with excitement.
"Mm." Xiao Ming nodded slightly. His gaze swept over their still-pale faces, and his tone revealed no particular emotion. "This Cultivation Technique is profound; you two must contemplate it carefully. If there is anything you do not understand, you may come and ask this Saint at any time."
As if granted a reprieve, the sisters, still feeling a dreamlike sense of unreality, gripped the precious Jade Slip tightly, bowed respectfully once more, and then cautiously exited the bedchamber.
Not until the cold night wind completely enveloped them, far away from that suffocating and incredible hall, did Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang seem to regain their breath.
They looked at each other, seeing in each other's eyes the lingering shock, the relief of having survived a disaster, and the unreality and weight of holding such a great treasure.
Everything that happened tonight—from the determination to face death, to the embarrassing misunderstanding that made them wish they could die, to witnessing the indescribable subtlety between the Saint and that Senior in red, and finally the sudden turn of events where they received a legendary Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique... The ups and downs of it all left them mentally exhausted, yet they felt a vague, dreamlike sense of unreality.
"Sister, this Cultivation Technique..." Yu Linlang looked at the radiant Jade Slip in her sister's hand, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of waking from a beautiful dream.
"Put it away, we'll talk when we get back." Yu Linglong pressed the Jade Slip tightly against her chest, feeling the faint pulse emanating from it. She looked back one last time at the bedchamber, where the lights were still bright and the doors slightly ajar, feeling a complex and indescribable emotion in her heart.
Finally, she took her sister's hand firmly and whispered, "Let's go."
The figures of the two sisters, leaning on each other, walked slowly toward the deep night and swirling mists of Holy Son Peak. The Jade Slip gripped tightly in their hands occasionally shimmered in the night, as if signaling that a brand new and unknown destiny had already quietly begun.