Let’s End It (Heaven and Earth +1)
The voice outside the hut was unmistakable.
Lu Changtian.
Li Qingran would never mistake it—three years at Chixiao Peak had engraved it into her memory.
But now, his voice carried something different—a faint killing intent and the sweeping force of spiritual awareness.
“Li Qingran, you’ve reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining? How is that possible?”
Lu Changtian’s voice trembled with disbelief.
Her Dantian had been destroyed, and even if she could cultivate again, it should have been impossible to advance so quickly.
Suspicion filled his heart. He needed to see for himself.
He reached out to push the door open—
But at that moment—
[Someone is trying to break into your electronic girlfriend’s boudoir. Please choose a countermeasure:]
① Blast him away with a palm strike to teach him a lesson.
② Crush him under immense pressure, forcing him to kneel.
③ Shatter his eardrums with an icy snort, scaring him off. (This may make him think you’re a demonic cultivator.)
Chen Huaian frowned at the choices.
“If I pay extra, can I just kill him outright?”
His voice was cold.
If this were the real world, he might hesitate before taking a life.
But this is just a game.
Lu Changtian was nothing more than an NPC.
After waiting a moment, he saw no additional recharge options.
Clearly, Lu Changtian was considered part of Li Qingran’s inner demon—something she had to defeat.
Realization dawned—this was her battle, not his.
Fine.
He chose Option ②.
Pressure Like a Mountain
Lu Changtian froze as an unimaginable force crashed down on him.
It was heavier than a mountain, suffocating him completely.
His blood surged.
His organs twisted.
With a sickening crack, his knees slammed into the ground, shattering the stone beneath him.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
Who… who could possess such terrifying might?!
Only the Sect Master and a handful of elders could force him to kneel like this, but this pressure… was even stronger than theirs!
Panic clawed at his chest.
“I—I am Lu Changtian, disciple of Chixiao Peak! I meant no offense, I—”
[Shut up.]
A furious voice boomed from within the hut.
A fierce gust of wind smashed the door open—
—then instantly slammed it shut.
Lu Changtian was sent flying backward, slamming into the charred ground of the old thunder pit.
Pain exploded in his abdomen, his insides twisting as if crushed by a giant’s fist.
He choked on his words, his face deathly pale.
“Qingran, this is your battle. I will not interfere.”
Chen Huaian’s voice was calm yet resolute.
“Yes, Senior. Thank you.”
Lu Changtian’s heart sank.
Did she just call that mysterious powerhouse “Senior”…?
Did that mean this terrifying expert had been helping her cultivate all along?
Was Song Jiaojiao killed by this same Senior?
Had Li Qingran joined the Demon Sect?
No… but if this “Senior” wasn’t a demonic cultivator, then who the hell was he?!
How did Li Qingran, of all people, come under his protection?!
A Completely Different Li Qingran
The hut door opened.
Li Qingran stepped out.
She had changed into fresh robes, but a faint blush still lingered on her face.
She looked down at Lu Changtian, who was struggling to rise.
Her expression was calm and distant.
“Lu Changtian, what do you want?”
Lu Changtian’s eyes narrowed.
This was not the cowering junior sister who once begged for his mercy.
She was different.
Her gaze was cold.
Her presence was sharp—like a sword unsheathed.
For the first time… he felt an unease he couldn’t explain.
Still, he forced himself to speak in a gentler tone.
“Junior Sister, I came to take you back to Qingyun Sect.”
He sighed.
“Yes, you injured Junior Sister Mu Baishuang in the sect competition… but that crime is not punishable by death.
“I didn’t know that bastard Zhang Hanxiao abandoned you in Wanqing Mountain.
“If I had known, I never would have let it happen.”
Li Qingran’s smile was hollow.
“Not punishable by death?”
Her voice was icy.
“Not punishable by death, yet you shattered my Dantian.
“Not punishable by death, yet you pulled out my spiritual root.
“Lu Changtian, you should know better than anyone…
“You didn’t kill me outright—
“You left me to a fate worse than death.”
Her voice was calm, but every word was like a blade sinking into his chest.
Lu Changtian frowned.
Why was she acting like this?
Before, she would have begged to return to the sect.
And if she could still cultivate, that meant her Dantian was only damaged, not completely destroyed.
If this mysterious Senior had restored her, then surely—they could fix the rest.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking:
“Junior Sister, I was wrong to destroy your Dantian, but… you’re still able to cultivate, aren’t you?”
“Master and I will find a way to repair it further.
“As for your spiritual root… we can find you a new one.”
Li Qingran’s fists clenched.
Her voice trembled with fury.
“Where is my spiritual root?”
Lu Changtian looked away.
Finally, he muttered—
“We… gave it to Junior Sister Mu Baishuang.”
Li Qingran froze.
Lu Changtian continued quickly:
“You know how weak she is. Her foundation is poor.
“But if we gave her a water spiritual root, she could have a better chance at survival.
“Junior Sister, don’t worry!
“I’ll find you another single spiritual root—even if I have to sell everything at an auction!”
Li Qingran’s fingernails dug into her palms.
Her head lowered.
Her bangs covered her face.
Tears fell silently onto the dirt.
Outside the game screen, Chen Huaian watched the conversation.
And then, he laughed.
Coldly.
“These Chixiao Peak bastards really know how to twist things.”
They stole her spiritual root—
—gave it to that white lotus Mu Baishuang—
—and now expect her to be grateful?
Ridiculous.
But even now, even after everything, Li Qingran still had lingering attachments.
She still remembered the kindness of Taoist Qingxuan.
The bond with her senior brothers.
But as those last tears fell—
Everything inside her shattered.
Li Qingran lifted her head.
Her tear-streaked eyes were now hollow and dead.
She stared at Lu Changtian.
Her voice was calm. Cold. Final.
“Lu Changtian, I will return to Qingyun Sect.”
Lu Changtian let out a relieved breath.
Until he heard her next words.
“I will return tomorrow—
“To sever the past once and for all.”
