I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon-Chapter 308 - 142: Master and Disciple Rice Bowl? Chen Mo Flogs Daoist Venerable! (6K)

Ling Ningzhi was momentarily stunned by her words, then exclaimed, "No! Master, you cannot kill him!" "Why?" the red-robed Daoist nun countered. "Mr. Chen has saved my life, how can I repay kindness with enmity? If Mr. Chen dies because of me, my heart will never be at peace, how can I talk about cultivation?" Ling Ningzhi’s tone was somewhat hasty. "Don’t worry, I have already considered this." The red-robed Daoist nun stroked the cat with her left hand, and her right hand lifted, disappearing into the void. In an instant, golden light filled the air, accompanied by a ringing sound, a golden long sword was drawn out inch by inch. The sword was three feet and six inches long, with a slender and sharp blade, seeming to flow with countless runes. Red mist billowed around, where the blade passed, peach blossoms subtly bloomed and withered, endlessly cycling like reincarnation, indeed a marvel. The red-robed Daoist nun held the long sword, saying, "This Causality Severing Sword can not only kill but also sever cause and effect. I will erase his roots, making it as if he never existed in this world, naturally, you will not remember him anymore." "While your emotions are not too deep, you must cut ties, only then can you preserve your Dao Heart... How is it, haven’t I thought it through?" "Having a master like me, you should count yourself lucky." "..." Ling Ningzhi felt her heart sink slightly. She knew all too well that her master’s words were not just empty talk. The Daoist Skill of Tianshu Pavilion emphasizes tranquility and clear-mindedness, only by severing desires and emotions can one attain the supreme Dao. Yet her master was an anomaly, indulging in drinking, killing, jesting, and with an erratic temperament, violating almost every rule, yet her cultivation grew stronger, the closest to the Daoist Ancestor among all the sect leaders in history! "But Mr. Chen is innocent, how can he be killed just because he hinders the disciple’s cultivation? How is this the way of the righteous path?!" Ling Ningzhi’s voice suddenly rose, ringing out high and loud. The red-robed Daoist nun saw through her thoughts, chuckling lightly, "Don’t waste your effort, he cannot hear your voice. Besides, where in this world is innocent? Hasn’t Chen Mo killed anyone?" "The mundane world is a cage, the mortal world a net, all beings live in entanglements of gratitude and grudges. Everyone has a reason to live, and everyone has a reason to die." "If it can protect your cultivation, his death would be worthwhile." The red-robed Daoist nun gently caressed Ling Ningzhi’s pale face and said softly, "Rest assured, I won’t act before you. Once you’ve completely forgotten him, everything will be over..." Knock knock knock— Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Chen Mo’s voice from outside: "Daoist, is it convenient to chat?" "Mr. Chen!" Ling Ningzhi stood up abruptly, looking anxious. The red-robed Daoist nun’s eyes held a hint of amusement, raising her fingers to her lips, and with the black cat in her arms, her figure slowly dissolved into nothingness. Knock knock knock— "Daoist?" "Coming..." Ling Ningzhi steadied her mind and got up to open the door. Chen Mo had finished washing up and changed into a black robe, embroidered with delicate cloud patterns on the sleeves, presenting the appearance of a handsome young gentleman. Ling Ningzhi recalled his muscular frame and vigorous writing earlier, her face reddening for no reason. Because the distance was so close, the sight was extremely striking, and ink even splattered onto her face, the peculiar smell still lingering... "Mr. Chen, what brings you to this humble Daoist?" Ling Ningzhi asked. Chen Mo took out the Earth Fire Flowing Cloud Flower from his sleeve and handed it to her, saying, "This Immortal Material, Daoist, please accept it." Ling Ningzhi blinked, asking, "Is this part of the extra payment?" Chen Mo smiled and said, "Daoist, don’t worry, this time it’s free." Ling Ningzhi said softly, "The Earth Fire Flowing Cloud Flower is a rare Immortal Material, worth a fortune. Why does Mr. Chen want to give it to me for free?" Chen Mo shook his head. Crazily risking his life for this Immortal Material, and now giving it away for free, he hesitated instead, truly puzzling how this little Daoist nun thinks... "Daoist saved Yuan’er on West Desolate Mountain, I should repay kindness. Had it not been for Ling Ningzhi’s presence, temporarily protecting Li Yuan, the consequences could have been unimaginable. Compared to the safety of Little Tiger, a mere Immortal Material was nothing, besides, offering this sweet temptation to the Daoist nun was necessary, as keeping the tension too tight could cause it to snap. Mastering the balance, adapting to circumstances, is the highest art of nurturing. "Oh, is it for General Li..." Ling Ningzhi bit her lip, feeling inexplicably a bit lost. "Since the Daoist doesn’t want it, just forget it..." Just as Chen Mo was about to put away the Immortal Material, Ling Ningzhi hurriedly reached out to take it, "I do want it, thank you, Mr. Chen." "Heh, then I won’t disturb the Daoist’s rest, we still have to travel tomorrow." Chen Mo turned and left, but after taking two steps, his clothes were suddenly pulled. Turning around, he saw Ling Ningzhi tugging on his sleeve, her eyes wandering, and whispering, "Sir... would you like to come in and sit?" Chen Mo: ? ... In the room, the two sat by the window. Outside, the sky was slightly dark, and a light drizzle fell continuously, forming a curtain of water from the eaves, like a string of pearls hanging between heaven and earth. Ling Ningzhi didn’t know where she had taken out a tea set and was carefully preparing tea. With delicate hands, she lifted the Purple Sand Pot, pouring the Amber Tea Blend into a porcelain cup, an alluring fragrance spreading. Under the light mist, her stunning face took on a hint of haziness, appearing even more charming against the background of the spring rain. "Mr. Chen, please have some tea." Ling Ningzhi pushed the teacup towards Chen Mo. Chen Mo, having confirmed there was no poison in the tea, looked at her with a slightly puzzled gaze. "Why does Mr. Chen look at this humble Daoist like that?" "I just find it strange... before, Daoist seemed to avoid me like the plague, so why now actively ’letting the wolf into the house’?"