105Chapter 105: The Future Predicted by the Ice Sword
"Master..." Lu Jun's uneasiness instantly grew. He eagerly grabbed Leng Yulai's arm and said, "Aren't you afraid that the Tang Sect will set up an ambush? They were..."
"Ambush?" Leng Yulai laughed as if he had heard some ridiculous joke. "Hahaha, little one, thank you for your concern. That's so thoughtful."
She stretched out her delicate jade finger and tapped the tip of Lu Jun's nose, but her eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, with a domineering look that looked down on the world:
"Touch me? Just relying on the Tang Sect?"
"If they dare to touch a hair on my head, I'll be declaring war on the entire Spirit Pagoda. Even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare. Those cowards don't have the guts!"
Her tone was firm and resolute, filled with absolute confidence in her own strength and the deterrent power of the Spirit Pagoda:
"Besides, they want to ambush me, Leng Yulai? Don't they know how much it will cost?"
"Even if they used all the power of several Tang Sect branches, they would have to break a whole mouth of teeth to keep me. They are unwilling to let me go, and they can't afford the price."
"So, I'm the most suitable person to do this. I can reap the benefits while making the Tang Sect suffer a loss without even saying a word. How cool is that?"
"Don't worry, just wait here obediently until I feed the magic grass into your mouth."
Looking at Leng Yulai's arrogant attitude of "I am invincible in the world", Lu Jun's worries seemed to be alleviated a little, but the inexplicable uneasiness still lingered.
For some reason, he always felt a little dangerous.
This came from his intuition.
Deep down, he was still very reluctant to let Leng Yulai take the risk.
Especially taking risks for him.
At this moment, Leng Yulai suddenly came closer again, and before Lu Jun could react at all, she gave him a quick kiss on his blushing cheek with a "bo" sound.
The soft touch accompanied by warm breath made Lu Jun feel like an electric current instantly ran through his body.
"Master, Master, what are you doing?"
Lu Jun froze, his cheeks instantly turning red like a cooked shrimp. He took a step back, covering his face, and looked at her in shock and shame.
Her face was so red that it seemed to bleed. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, and her heart was beating wildly.
"Hahaha..." Leng Yulai looked at his bewildered look and laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter, her eyebrows curved, and she was full of the joy of a successful prank. "What's wrong? You little brat, are you shy?"
"Don't think too much. You're only ten years old. How can you be so mature?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "mature" with a teasing tone.
"I just think you're so cute when you look worried about me." Leng Yulai restrained his smile, his eyes softened, and he looked serious. "Anyway, thank you for your concern, little one. Remember what Master said, eat on time, and don't exhaust yourself by thinking about cultivation all day long. Do you understand?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her finger again and gently tapped Lu Jun's forehead with a hint of doting.
"...I understand, Auntie." Lu Jun covered his burning cheeks, his voice as soft as a mosquito's.
"Good boy~" Leng Yulai rubbed his hair with satisfaction, stopped teasing him, turned around and waved, and left the dormitory gracefully, "Let's go, wait for me to bring back the things."
The door closed gently, leaving Lu Jun standing there alone, his heart like the water in a pond disturbed by a strong wind.
The place on the cheek that was kissed seemed to still retain the soft and moist touch and a faint scent of lipstick.
He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and his fingertips actually felt a bit of bright red.
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Lu Jun rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his cheeks with cold water until the ambiguous red color completely disappeared, leaving only the rubbed red skin and the still beating heart.
After hastily finishing the dinner sent by Leng Yulai, which actually tasted quite good, Lu Jun forced himself to calm down, and went to the exclusive training room again, sitting cross-legged on the training cushion.
He needs to practice, become stronger, and suppress those chaotic emotions and anxieties.
As the soul power circulated, the ultimate ice soul power slowly flowed through the meridians, and the mental power sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness like a clear stream.
He entered a deep state of meditation and his consciousness gradually emptied.
Time passed in silence and the night grew darker.
Just when everything was silent and his consciousness sank to the deepest part, the Ice Abyss Sword, which had been quietly floating in Lu Jun's spiritual sea, suddenly trembled violently without any warning.
A cold, sharp thought with a strong warning meaning, like a spike breaking through ice, pierced into Lu Jun's calm sea of consciousness.
Then, a broken and cold picture unfolded uncontrollably in the depths of Lu Jun's consciousness:
A few days later. On the edge of a strange city, in what appeared to be an abandoned factory warehouse area.
Leng Yulai's familiar figure in a black windbreaker was walking alone towards a blurry factory warehouse that exuded an ominous atmosphere.
Her back is still tall and proud, but the picture is filled with a suffocating silence.
Immediately afterwards, Leng Yulai's figure stepped into the darkness of the entrance... as if he was swallowed by a giant beast, and disappeared in an instant.
The scene changed, and Leng Yulai was covered in blood. His iconic black windbreaker had already been torn to pieces, revealing the scars underneath. It seemed that he was about to die.
Then the scene changed again. In the office, Leng Yaozhu had lost her usual composure and dignity. She paced anxiously in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot and filled with endless anxiety. The communicator was tightly grasped in her hand, and she seemed to be roaring angrily at someone, but there was no sound in the picture, only her painful and distorted expression.
The scene suddenly switched again, and a group of figures wearing Tang Sect's unique tight clothes and metal masks on their faces invaded the Spirit Pagoda headquarters like a tide.
Explosions, flames, and energy beams intertwined.
The Spirit Pagoda was instantly engulfed in flames of war.
In the chaos, Lu Jun was grabbed by a large hand. The next moment, the world spun around him. He was forcibly imprisoned and dragged into absolute darkness...
The scene ended, and Lu Jun suddenly woke up from deep meditation. He felt as if he was pulled out of ice water, soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding against his chest wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.
He was gasping for breath, his pupils dilated and contracted due to extreme fear, and fragments of the cold and desperate scene seemed to still remain in front of his eyes.
Cold sweat flowed down his forehead and temples like a stream.
"What...what does this mean?"
Lu Jun took out the Bingyuan Sword and looked at it with sharp eyes.
Those images just now...
Is this a warning from the Bingyuan Sword?
A fragment from the future?
Can the Bingyuan Sword predict the future?