The Long Journey to Immortality

He already had a plan.

If Han Lu is already married and has a partner she loves, he will silently offer his blessings.

If not yet, then try your best.

Although so much time has passed, Mo Zhehan still harbors sincere feelings for Han Lu.

Although this feeling is often one-sided, it is indeed more real than a spirit stone.

Because of repeated obstacles and the accumulation of time, this feeling has grown deeper and deeper, and it's just waiting for an opportunity to erupt.

Now that the opportunity has arrived, Mo Zhehan knows that this perfect chance has come.

"I need to think carefully about what I should say to Han Lu later."

"Don't make the same stupid mistakes as before."

Over the years, although Mo Zhehan has not fallen in love with anyone else, he has still improved his romantic intelligence under the influence of his senior, Dong Fengyu.

As Mo Zhehan stared blankly at the fierce battle, his mind wandering, contemplating and imagining another "intimate encounter" with Han Lu that was about to take place, Han Lu's battle with Brother Qinglong also progressed to its final stage at an unbelievable pace.

As the saying goes, "Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear."

Having already vaguely grasped the essence of the "Stab Technique," he practiced nearly twenty times using the Azure Dragon, which possessed extremely strong regenerative abilities, as a target.

Naturally, Han Lu, who was just one step away from reaching the minor mastery level, soon touched that mysterious feeling again and entered a state similar to "sudden enlightenment".

The sword pellet, which was originally part of her body, could move and fly with an accuracy of one-tenth of an inch under her control, naturally enabling her to express her understanding of swordsmanship in a 100% accurate way.

This is the importance of the sword pellet obtained from the "Seven Kill Sword Technique" to cultivators who practice the way of the sword.

If every swordsman skilled in the swordsmanship of the world could possess such a spiritual sword that resembles an arm, then over the course of 100,000 years, countless sword cultivators with cultivation levels as high as Fang Lin would surely emerge.

With such a divine weapon as her aid, and having already witnessed the beautiful scenery on the other side of the bottleneck, naturally, when Han Lu used Brother Qinglong to test her sword and used the Piercing Technique for the twenty-first time, she finally achieved the breakthrough she had been longing for for half a month.

Although the strike, which perfectly incorporated the "Thrust" technique, appeared no different from the previous spiritual sword attack on the surface, the Azure Dragon Second Brother, who was targeted by the spiritual sword, could sense the power of this move.

He felt there was no way to avoid it, as if even if he hid at the ends of the earth, the navy would still be caught by this spirit sword and eventually pierce through him.

This time, she was dealing with Qinglong, whom Han Lu didn't like, and she didn't hold back like before.

Facing the defenses set up by Qinglong, Han Lu's spirit sword moved as if it were empty, as if it were cutting through a thin piece of paper with sharp scissors.

It went in and out effortlessly. When the spirit sword flew back to Han Lu's side, there wasn't a single drop of blood on it, as if nothing had happened.

But the bloody holes in Qinglong's body still told the onlookers what had just happened.

With a mournful cry, the Azure Dragon curled up and tried its best to circulate the spiritual energy that had been mostly used up in the battle to repair its body.

Having mastered the basics of the Thorn Technique and severely injured the Azure Dragon who had offended her, Han Lu finally unleashed the resentment that had been building up in her heart.

Seeing Qinglong's miserable state, she didn't bother to say anything more.

"You played well, but you are no match for me."

"I hope this matter can be wiped clean. We have no grudges against each other, so there's no need to fight to the death."

"See you next time, if fate allows."

Han Lu casually released Qinglong the Third from the bag, helped him melt the ice, uttered a few words, and then leisurely flew off to meet Mo Zhehan in the distance.

There are many reasons why Han Lu did not kill the three Qinglong brothers.

Firstly, because she was born in the Central Plains and her home was in a remote wilderness, she had no ill will towards the dragons of the East Sea.

Secondly, this is simply their natural style of doing things.

The third reason is because of Mo Zhehan.

Just as Han Lu had the idea of ​​escorting her clansman Feng Zeng home, Han Lu was certain that Mo Zhehan would not be indifferent to her killing her clansman in front of him.

Although there was no "feeling" between the two, there was still "friendship".

Han Lu wouldn't do anything to upset Mo Zhehan, who had just helped her so much.

Han Lu didn't care whether the three Qinglong brothers appreciated it or not.

After all, the East Sea is so vast that she will soon be able to leave the three Azure Dragons, who still need to have their injuries treated, behind her.

Judging from Brother Qinglong's prideful nature, he most likely won't reveal the humiliation he suffered at Han Lu's hands in order to call for help.

Swallowing his pride and relying on his own abilities to earn his reward in the future is the most likely option for Brother Qinglong.

After thinking through so many things and weighing a series of options, Han Lu made this decision.

While it may not be perfect, it is definitely the most suitable decision while respecting Han Lu's wishes.

As she flew toward Mo Zhehan, before he could even speak, Han Lu thanked him, saying, "Thank you for earlier. Let's talk as we walk."

"I need to take Feng Zeng home. If you don't mind, you can fly with me for a while."

Upon hearing the slightly sensitive word "accompany," Mo Zhehan immediately forgot about the greeting he had prepared and simply said "okay." He then transformed into his true spirit form with Han Lu and flew together.

Coincidentally, just as Han Lu and her two companions set off again, the thunderclouds subsided and dispersed, and the weather in the area returned to clear skies.

Feng Zeng remained perched on Han Lu's back, while Mo Zhehan accompanied her, adjusting to Han Lu's flying speed.

After flying for a while and losing sight of the three azure dragons, Han Lu spoke again to reminisce with Mo Zhehan.

How have you been these past few decades?

"What, you're not staying in the Great Yu Dynasty anymore, you've come to the East Sea?"

Mo Zhehan replied, "Three months ago, I went to the wilderness to find my mother. In order to find my roots and return to my clan, the clan elders sent me to the East Sea on business, saying that it was the rule to return to the clan during peacetime."

"I came here simply because of a mission from my people."

"I never expected to meet you by chance. I am so lucky."

Mo Zhehan did not hide his feelings for Han Lu, but expressed them in a more subtle way.

Han Lu thought to herself, "He's not the naive young man he used to be when it came to relationships anymore. That's both a good thing and a bad thing."

Although she knew that saying it like that was somewhat ambiguous, Han Lu still repeated Mo Zhehan's words, "Yes, that's also my luck."

Hearing Han Lu's answer, Mo Zhehan hesitated for a moment. After circling Han Lu once with his dragon body, he mustered up his courage and asked, "Han Lu, are you married to your senior brother?"

Chapter 870 Let Me Think

Old habits die hard.

Although Mo Zhehan learned many techniques and skills about dating under the tutelage of his senior, his straightforward nature remained unchanged.

When the actual situation differed slightly from the plan, he became somewhat flustered and involuntarily asked the biggest question that had been weighing on his mind for decades.

Hearing this, Han Lu was at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond.

Even a well-intentioned deception is still a deception, and Han Lu always finds it difficult to bring it up when facing Mo Zhehan.

Whether to continue lying or tell Mo Zhehan the truth.

Neither of these roads seems easy to travel at first glance.

While Han Lu was thinking, she remained silent, which made Mo Zhehan think that Han Lu was lost in thought and had not heard his question clearly, so he asked again.

At first glance, there seem to be two roads, but in reality, there is only one road.

Having clearly understood the direction of the development, Han Lu confessed to Mo Zhehan without hesitation.

"Actually, my senior and I were just pretending to be a couple."

“He was being pressured into marriage by his elders in his family, and he was fed up with it, so he came to me and asked me to help cover for him.”

"At that time, I really didn't have any intention of finding a Daoist partner. In addition, this senior brother had done me a small favor, so I agreed to his request."

“It just so happens that you came looking for me several times during that period.”

"Although I have no aversion to you, I am truly devoted to the Dao and have no intention of finding a Daoist partner. So I simply followed my senior brother's example and used this as an excuse to reject you."

"I don't want to upset you too much, nor do I want to cause you or me too much trouble."

Han Lu carefully chose her words, trying her best to reconstruct the events as accurately as possible.

This approach had some effect. Upon hearing this, Mo Zhehan's first reaction wasn't anger at Han Lu for deceiving him, but rather excitement that he had a new opportunity.

Mo Zhehan asked excitedly, "So, Han Lu, you're still single?"

Han Lu paused for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement.

Mo Zhehan smiled and said, "That's great."

Mo Zhehan recalled several nights over the past forty years when he stood alone on the lake where he and Han Lu had once rowed boats, gazing at the lake. After a moment of gathering his emotions, he said, "Over the past forty years, I have often returned to that lake where we once rowed boats together, reminiscing about the few times we spent together."

"Recalling the pleasant feelings of being with you, my heart felt as if it were being gently massaged."

As he spoke these words, the dark candlelight on Mo Zhehan's body, which had transformed into a candle dragon, became increasingly lively and intense.

These heartfelt words touched Han Lu to some extent.

She couldn't help but recall the only scene that came to mind when she saw Yi Qiyan and Lü Zhi's sweet moment, and she couldn't help but think of the little things that night with Mo Zhehan on the lake.

Despite not showing her emotions, Mo Zhehan still believed that Han Lu was responding to his sentiments with silence.

However, he could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations that his words caused Han Lu.

Thinking to himself that "there's a chance," Mo Zhehan worked even harder, eager to succeed in one fell swoop and get Han Lu to admit that she had feelings for him and that they could develop a relationship that went beyond ordinary friendship.

The young phoenix Feng Zeng, who was always by Han Lu and Mo Zhehan's side, knew a little about these kinds of things between men and women.

Just as he was able to "grit his teeth and remain silent" when he was used as a hostage to threaten Han Lu, he also knew when and from what position he should do what.

Listening to Mo Zhehan's straightforward words of love, Feng Zeng remained silent, secretly wishing him well and hoping that the dragon brother who had saved her could be with the sister who had also saved her.

Before coming to Donghai, Mo Zhehan's words would have had no effect other than evoking some fond memories for Han Lu.

After saying this, Han Lu would strike back with merciless words and sever the relationship with great determination.

However, after arriving in Donghai and witnessing the relationship between Yi Qiyan and Lü Zhi, Han Lu has undergone significant changes compared to the past.

Although she still doesn't yearn for a reliable partner, she's now willing to admit that love between monks is a beautiful thing.

In this situation, when Mo Zhehan, who had just done her a favor, suddenly "confessed his feelings," Han Lu was naturally at a loss, unable to see her own feelings clearly, and unsure how to respond.

After a long silence, Han Lu finally replied, "Let me think about it."

So, the atmosphere, which had just become lively and was about to turn the air pink, fell silent again.