The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 13: Changes in Perspectives

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking echoed.

Lu Ye opened his eyes and couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm?"

Linghu Wushuang!

Why is this kid here? According to the timeline, he and Linghu Wushuang hadn't crossed paths yet.

Their first interaction would be during the sect's disciple competition, where Lu Ye was the champion and Linghu Wushuang was the runner-up.

Thinking back, ever since the Dark Chaos and Linghu Wushuang’s death, it had been about four thousand years since they last met.

But this is how cultivation works—powerful cultivators might go into seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years.

In his previous life, Lu Ye had thought about how, on Earth, people in their fifties and sixties were already considered wise elders. But in the cultivation world, cultivators could live for hundreds or thousands of years, and their wisdom must be extraordinary!

In reality, it wasn’t quite like that.

In fact, many powerful cultivators’ wisdom didn’t even surpass that of ordinary people who struggled in the mortal world.

A cultivator’s life: cultivate, cultivate, cultivate, then go off to wild mountains and remote places, digging up ancient tombs, searching for ruins, hunting for spiritual treasures.

Then, cultivate, cultivate, cultivate some more.

There simply wasn’t enough time to deal with power struggles or schemes!

The true path of cultivation is simply strength—if your fists are strong, then you’re strong.

Lu Ye opened the door and looked at Linghu Wushuang.

"Senior Brother, what brings you here?" Lu Ye asked with a smile.

"You’re Lu Ye?" Linghu Wushuang scrutinized him.

Lu Ye was dressed in a blue robe, with a youthful face and a warm smile. Though his eyes had a certain depth, he didn’t look ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ as frightening as Yue Hongling had described.

"Yes, I’m Lu Ye."

"Do you know me?"

"Of course I know Senior Brother Linghu’s name. To condense the Heaven Pill in two months and twelve days, it’s truly impressive," Lu Ye said, his smile still warm.

Linghu Wushuang’s mouth twitched. He was still a young man after all.

"Wrong, to be precise, it was two months and eleven days. I didn’t cultivate on the first day after entering," Linghu Wushuang corrected.

"That’s even more impressive."

"No, wait!"

Linghu Wushuang suddenly realized, his expression turning serious.

"I came here to challenge you. Stop with the cheeky grin!"

Lu Ye was stunned.

Challenge?

It had been such a long time since anyone had challenged him.

"Sure!"

Lu Ye didn’t mind giving Linghu Wushuang a lesson; after all, he was a brave man.

Linghu Wushuang...

He had this strange feeling.

What was off?

Yes, Lu Ye was too friendly.

Forget it, never mind, let’s start!

Linghu Wushuang summoned a long sword, and the two moved to the yard, stepping a good distance apart.

"What’s your cultivation level?" Linghu Wushuang asked.

He couldn’t tell what level Lu Ye was at.

"Yuan Dan, don’t hold back!" Lu Ye replied.

"Alright, then I won’t hold back."

In an instant, the long sword glowed white and attacked swiftly.

Lu Ye raised his hand and gently deflected the sword, quickly closing the distance. He threw a punch, and Linghu Wushuang raised his hands to block, the long sword spinning in the air.

Before the sword could even reach him, Lu Ye kicked Linghu Wushuang’s lower leg, and in one fluid motion, transformed his punch into a palm, grabbing Linghu Wushuang’s wrist.

With a swift motion, he sent Linghu Wushuang flying.

Linghu Wushuang quickly stabilized himself, turning around to strike, but he missed.

Lu Ye didn’t press the attack.

Linghu Wushuang squinted. This was just a sparring match, and Lu Ye seemed like an honest and straightforward person.

His leg was hurting. The speed of Lu Ye’s kick was so fast.

"Again!"

"Chixia Sword Art!"

The white light turned into red, surging toward him in an instant.

Lu Ye dodged, and as Linghu Wushuang was about to change his stance for a horizontal strike, Lu Ye’s hand pressed against the sword, making it shake violently.

At the same time, Lu Ye kicked again.

Linghu Wushuang’s body tilted once more, and he watched helplessly as a fist grew larger in his vision.

But just before it landed, Lu Ye changed the fist into a claw, shifting his position, and grabbed Linghu Wushuang by the collar, throwing him flying once again.

Linghu Wushuang struggled to control himself and barely avoided falling to the ground.

Still, it’s about the foundation!

Linghu Wushuang was left somewhat silent after being beaten.

Lu Ye also didn’t speak, his actions were enough to convey everything. He knew Linghu Wushuang would understand.

"My skills aren’t as good as yours!" Linghu Wushuang said, feeling a bit frustrated.

Of course, if you were as strong as me, wouldn’t I have wasted all these years?

"But my comprehension ability is strong. This sword, the second move of the Chixia Sword Art, can you stop it?"

Lu Ye nodded, "Please!"

"Chixia Sword Art—Xia Wu Gu Fei!"

The sword energy transformed into a red glow, lighting up the entire courtyard, and then, the glow quickly contracted. The sword struck as fast as a shooting star, arriving in an instant.

Lu Ye threw a punch.

Bang!

The sword energy shattered with the punch.

At this point, the outcome was already clear.

Linghu Wushuang...

"Why have I never heard of your name before? You’re so strong, you shouldn’t be unknown!" Linghu Wushuang marveled.

Lu Ye smiled and replied, "To cultivate and act, that is cultivation. To cultivate and be still, that is also cultivation. There are countless methods of cultivation, countless paths to the Dao, all leading to the same destination."

"Who did you hear that from?" Linghu Wushuang asked, shocked.

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"I read it in a book, it said that, and I thought it was impressive, so I memorized it to use later for some show-off."

Linghu Wushuang gave a thumbs-up.

"I’ll remember that too. Next time I need to show off, I’ll use it. Lu Ye, right? I’ll remember your name. You’re strong, and you’re cool!"

"Mm, take care, no need to see me off."

"Farewell!"

After Linghu Wushuang left, Lu Ye returned to his cultivation. His current cultivation was pushing toward the seventh level of Yuan Dan. If all went as expected, he would be the strongest in this generation of Grand Dao Sect disciples.

Of course, Lu Ye wasn’t concerned about that kind of superficial fame.

As Linghu Wushuang walked along the path, he couldn’t help muttering to himself.

"This Lu Ye doesn’t seem as unpleasant as Hongling said. I think he’s pretty fun, and quite gentle."

"Did Hongling lie?"

"That can’t be right. She was gritting her teeth when she spoke. It didn’t seem like she was pretending."

"But then, why?"

At that moment, a woman walked toward him, wearing a beautiful green long dress. Her appearance was exquisite, with fair skin and large, beautiful eyes.

Though she wasn’t as tall as Yue Hongling, her beauty was on par with hers.

So many beautiful women on Bai Lan Peak?

But this one, despite her cute appearance, had an indifferent attitude. When she walked past him, she didn’t even glance at him, as if he was just a tree by the roadside.

Such a beautiful girl, and yet, she’s blind? What a shame.

Linghu Wushuang kept his eyes on the beautiful girl and watched as she approached Lu Ye’s door.

She adjusted her dress, kneeled down, and lowered her head in front of the door.

Kneeling!

Kneeling down!

She’s kneeling on the ground!

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What the hell!

Am I dreaming?

This beautiful girl—not only beautiful but also a Yuan Dan cultivator—was kneeling outside Lu Ye’s door.

They say men’s knees are like gold, but women’s knees can turn the world upside down.

And here she is, kneeling for Lu Ye.

Linghu Wushuang stared, his mouth agape, for several minutes.

What the hell, just when I had a good impression of Lu Ye, I’m hit with this shocking scene.

If I had a Dao companion this beautiful, I’d kneel for her every day... but wait!

Linghu Wushuang suddenly realized something.

This girl was kneeling outside the door. With Lu Ye’s cultivation, he definitely knew.

Yet, he didn’t open the door!!!

He just let this stunning girl kneel there. My Wuliang Tianzun, my Grand Dao Emperor, my Taoist ancestors, my saints!

At this moment, Linghu Wushuang’s worldview was completely shattered.

Women—beautiful women—were no longer unattainable in his eyes!