PDLP Chapter 453: Warm as Spring, Senior Brother
Chapter 453: Warm as Spring, Senior Brother
Leng Xinran laughed bitterly again and said, "Do you know what the most common thing that Senior Brother Zong has done over the years is?"
"Practicing sword skills?" Lu Bei asked doubtfully.
Leng Xinran shook his head, "No."
"The most important thing he did was to take care of us fellow disciples."
"Compared to the masters and uncles who often retreat into seclusion, he is more like a head of the family, an older brother, who has always been considerate and caring for us."
"Because he is an orphan, and all the disciples of Xiayin Sect are orphans too, he understands our mental states best. He doesn't want these fellow disciples to feel lonely, and he wants to provide everyone with a warm haven."
"So over the years, what he did most was to quietly care for the mood of each of his fellow apprentices, carefully protecting them and silently accompanying them. He hoped that the hearts of all his fellow apprentices would be as warm as spring and always accompanied by the warm sunshine."
"For this reason, he learned to cook well. Originally, after everyone started practicing, fasting had become the norm, but in order to make everyone feel at home, the senior brother often cooked many delicious dishes to make everyone feel warm and happy."
"Also, Senior Brother Zong remembers everyone's birthday accurately. We are all orphans, so we consider the day we arrived at Xiayin Island as our birthday. Every time this day comes, Senior Brother Zong always prepares a sumptuous meal and fine wine early, and calls everyone to help our junior brothers and sisters celebrate their birthdays."
"He also always pays close attention to everyone's progress in cultivation and any confusion they may have."
"Whenever he sees fellow students in trouble, he will take the initiative to step forward and help them."
"If he encounters something he doesn't understand, he will ask Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Sister Li, and Senior Brother Xiao. If they don't know either, Senior Brother Zong will bite the bullet and wait in front of the master and uncles' doors to help them inquire. Sometimes when the elders are in seclusion, Senior Brother Zong may have to wait for many days before he can get the answer."
"Do you know why he did this? He was afraid that these registered disciples would be confused and afraid to ask. He was taking care of the mental state of these registered disciples. He wanted to tell them that registered disciples are also disciples and are also family members of the Xiayin Sect."
"Can you believe it? There are over sixty disciples in the Xiayin Sect, and Brother Zong is familiar with the cultivation techniques of each one, knows everyone's progress in cultivation, and even remembers everyone's birthday."
"To say he is a senior brother is not an exaggeration to say he is half a master to everyone."
Leng Xinran seemed to want to talk a lot and said a lot in one breath.
Lu Bei's face was gloomy and his heart was heavy.
"Oh, by the way, Senior Brother Lu," Leng Xinran suddenly smiled.
"Everyone saw that when Senior Sister Baizhi was in danger, Senior Brother Zong was the most excited and fought the hardest."
"I guess a lot of people think that Senior Brother Zong likes Senior Sister Baizhi."
Lu Bei was stunned and didn't say anything.
Leng Xinran shook his head and smiled, "Well, everyone has misunderstood Senior Brother Zong."
"Actually, he treats all of us as his own sisters, and he has no other feelings towards us."
"Seeing his sister in danger, of course he was anxious and desperate. If it were Senior Sister Xiangling, or me, I believe Senior Brother Zong would also be so desperate."
Lu Bei took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart seemed to be poured into a large lump of cement, making him feel stuffy and heavy.
Leng Xinran smiled again and said, "Actually, this isn't the biggest misunderstanding everyone has about Brother Zong."
Lu Bei looked up at her in confusion.
Leng Xinran shook his head and smiled, "In fact, everyone's biggest misunderstanding of Brother Zong is his qualifications."
"Qualifications?" Lu Bei was stunned.
Leng Xinran sighed, "He always says that his talent is mediocre, his understanding is dull, and his progress in cultivation is slow."
"But how could someone who was accepted as Master Liu's first personal disciple be so mediocre?"
"The reason why Senior Brother Zong's cultivation progress is so slow is because he spends most of his time taking care of us and paying attention to the cultivation of his fellow junior brothers and sisters."
"I'm afraid the time left for him to practice is less than 30%."
"It only took him 30% of the time to reach the peak of Xiaoyao."
"If he was willing to spend more time on himself and ignore his fellow junior brothers and sisters, how could he not break through to the state of spiritual wandering? I'm afraid his cultivation level would be even higher than that of Senior Brother Xiao."
Lu Bei was shocked and stared at Leng Xinran blankly.
Leng Xinran's eyes were filled with tears, and she smiled brightly, "So, I feel sorry for you, brother."
"I really want to help my senior brother fulfill his last wish, help him punish evil and promote good, and help him act like a knight."
"Because I like him."
At the end of the story, Leng Xinran suddenly felt extremely sad and tears welled up in her eyes.
Tears streamed down her face, she choked and said to herself, "I, I didn't even have the chance to tell my senior brother that I liked him."
"I guess he still thinks I'm just a little junior sister who likes to pester her senior brother."
"Woo woo, Senior Brother must think so."
Leng Xinran choked and sobbed, feeling even more sad and heartbroken at this moment.
Lu Bei lowered his head and closed his eyes, not daring to see his junior sister so heartbroken.
His heart ached and felt heavy with sorrow.
Leng Xinran knelt and cried helplessly, and Lu Bei felt a chill in his heart.
Suddenly, he thought of something, opened his eyes with determination, and asked with gritted teeth in his heart.
"Brother Ta, come out."
"The dead cannot be resurrected!" Xiaota guessed what he was asking and responded directly with six big words.
Lu Bei frowned, "Even an immortal can't do that?"
The little tower replied, "This is the Tao, the order and rules that protect the balance of the universe."
Lu Bei closed his eyes helplessly and thought to himself, "What if I could become the master of the avenue?"
Xiaota didn't respond this time.
Lu Bei took a deep breath, his eyes firm, "I understand."
"Now, tell me how to help my junior sister recover."
The little tower responded, "The Dantian is shattered, the foundation of Taoism is broken, and even the gods cannot save him."
Lu Bei asked seriously, "You are more mysterious than the gods, there must be a way, tell me."
Xiaota was silent for a long time before responding, "There are three strategies: high, medium, and low."
"The best strategy is to find the Phoenix's true blood. The Phoenix will achieve nirvana, and the bloodline will be advanced, allowing one to reach a higher level of cultivation."
"Middle strategy, find the eighth-grade elixir, the Heaven-Replenishing Pill, which can replenish the Dantian and slowly restore your cultivation."
"The worst option is to give up on repairing the body and focus on cultivating the body to become a saint."
Lu Bei gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, "She's a girl, and you want her to take the path of physical sainthood?"
The path of physical cultivation is extremely difficult, even I can hardly endure it, let alone my junior sister.
Lu Bei directly abandoned the worst plan.
As for the two middle and upper strategies.
Of course, the best strategy is to use Phoenix Blood.
But Lu Bei knew that there were no dragons or phoenixes in the world any longer, and only their rare descendants remained.
The real dragon and phoenix had long since disappeared along with the fairy world.
Moreover, there is only the Dragon Palace Secret Realm in the world, but there is no Phoenix Nest Secret Realm.
So, there is only the middle strategy left.
But Lu Bei felt a headache, the eighth-grade elixir.
You should know that the level of an alchemist who can refine an eighth-grade elixir is equivalent to that of a supreme divine being.
That is an existence even rarer than monks.
As far as Lu Bei knew, there was no alchemist of such a high level in the world of Shenwu.
There is only one old alchemist from the Zongmiao Immortal Sect who is at the peak of the seventh rank.
He is already the highest, there is no one higher than him in the world of Shenwu.
Can a peak seventh-grade cultivator refine an eighth-grade elixir?
Lu Bei was confused.
Xiaota had already stopped responding.