Chapter 2799 — The Rejected Yang Qiqi
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
These disciples of the ancient plane all kept to their own small circles. Only disciples from sects on good terms with one another would sit together, and outsiders were kept firmly at bay. Moreover, cultivators who had reached this level of strength generally no longer felt such urgent need for beauty.
No one would look twice at Yang Qiqi merely because she was a pretty girl. In these disciples' eyes, there was only cultivation and profit; as for beauties, they were but passing clouds.
Yang Qiqi was thoroughly dejected. She had not expected that after sleeping in, there would be no seats left in the dining hall—and what galled her most was that the cultivators here were all so hard to get along with. She was all alone, without even a place to sit!
"May I sit here?" This time Yang Qiqi had learned her lesson. At the next table, she asked politely.
"No," said the Endless Western Sea disciple at the table beside Wei Zhao, coldly. Clearly they were still very much on guard against cultivators they did not know.
Unless one was someone like Feng Shihua, who loved making friends far and wide, or weak cultivators like those two from the Dark Night Palace, everyone had their own circle and would not readily accept newcomers.
Rejected so mercilessly, Yang Qiqi was on the verge of tears. Holding her tray, she could neither leave nor stay. Clinging to a last hope, she decided to try Wei Zhao's table—and if that failed too, she would squat in a corner, bolt her food, and hurry back to her room. She truly felt she had the worst luck in the world.
"May I sit here?" Yang Qiqi asked listlessly.
"You may. But once you've eaten and got your strength back, don't turn around and try to kill me," Wei Zhao said with a smile, glancing at Yang Qiqi.
"Ah—ah—ah—you're Wei Zhao?" Yang Qiqi's eyes went wide. She had never imagined she would run into Wei Zhao here of all places. She felt an urge to burst into tears—who would have thought the one who finally took her in would be her sworn enemy, Wei Zhao.
"I am Wei Zhao, but there's no need to make such a fuss, is there?" Wei Zhao looked at Yang Qiqi, somewhat speechless. This cool girl was far too shocked.
"Wonderful, wonderful—I've finally run into someone I know." Yang Qiqi was close to tears of relief as she set her tray on the table. If she had not run into Wei Zhao, she would have had to squat in a corner to eat or carry her breakfast back to her room.
"Brother Lin, aren't you going to introduce us?" Feng Shihua, who loved making friends above all, asked Wei Zhao with a smile.
"This is my... well, how should I put it—friend and enemy both, I suppose. Her name is Yang Qiqi. She's a lone cultivator too, and a fine external-school practitioner. By the way, what rank are you now?" Wei Zhao did not know Yang Qiqi's current rank; she was an external-school expert, and he could not tell.
"Still at the peak of the late Mystic Rank..." Yang Qiqi said faintly. What she cultivated was the external-school heart method of the qinggong school. In the early stages, one needed only grasp the essentials to advance with relative ease, but once one's movement speed reached a certain limit, ascending another grade became extraordinarily difficult. So if Yang Qiqi wished to advance further, she would have to pay in far more sweat and sacrifice.