Chapter 863

"Faith power?"

Ye Qingran felt a little surprised. It wasn't that she had never heard of faith power, but the records about it were extremely scarce; she only knew a bit. Hearing Fu Hanxiu say that, she became interested.

"Faith power sounds quite righteous, so how did it become a forbidden technique?"

Fu Hanxiu explained: "Cultivating faith power itself is not problematic. However, the faith power that Luo Dongyu cultivates is a passive way of gathering faith power, which actually contradicts the original intention of faith power."

Ye Qingran nodded in understanding: "So-called forbidden techniques inevitably require bearing a great price. I guess this kind of faith power must be continuously maintained; otherwise, once the faith power weakens, Luo Dongyu's cultivation will also decrease, and when faith power drops to a certain extent, Luo Dongyu will become useless."

Fu Hanxiu raised his sword eyebrows slightly, smiling: "Smart."

Ye Qingran arrogantly lifted her chin: "That's right, and don't forget who I belong to!"

Fu Hanxiu's smile deepened, he put his arm around Ye Qingran's slender waist, chuckling: "That's right, you are my woman, naturally the smartest woman in the world!"

Ye Qingran gave him a glance, punched his chest with her little fists: "Go away, who praises themselves like that!"

Fu Hanxiu didn't think so: "This is called confidence."

Alright.

Ordinary people being this confident would be called naive confident men, but Fu Hanxiu being this confident truly has the capital for it!

"However, since faith power is so good, how do we cultivate it?"

"Don't rush; once you comprehend faith power, everything will fall into place naturally."

Ye Qingran nodded, knowing she couldn't rush, and quickly calmed her mind.

Imperial Son-in-Law's Manor

The night was already deep, yet a figure continued training in the darkness, very diligent.

At the gate, Gu Dongliu's parents looked worried.

"Dongliu, it's already three o'clock in the morning, go rest!" Gu Mu covered her chest, speaking with a worried expression.

Gu Dongliu heard the voice, stopped his martial arts practice, wiped sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Father, Mother, why did you come?"

"You don't sleep, your father and I worry about you, so we can't sleep."

Gu Dongliu felt guilt welling up in his heart, walked to Gu Fu and Gu Mu before him, and said, "Mom and Dad, you don't need to worry about me—I'm still young, and besides, I know what I'm doing; you'd better hurry back and rest!"

After seeing Gu Fu and Gu Mu off, Gu Dongliu stood alone in the center of the courtyard, head raised, gazing at the new moon overhead.

He suddenly missed Ye Qingran intensely.

If Elder Ye were still here in Xiliang, it would be wonderful—they'd surely have a way to deal with those scoundrels of Wuji Hall!

Gu Dongliu murmured softly, a self-mocking bitter smile gradually appearing on his face.

I wonder if Ling Shaoyang and Xia Meng have seen Elder Ye?

A hint of gloom flickered in Gu Dongliu's eyes.

Back then, he too had wanted to go out and train with them, but the Gu family ultimately owed Donglin Country too much; as a member of the Gu family, it was only natural for him to bear this responsibility.

Therefore, for the sake of responsibility, he gave up his dream.

Yet he has no regrets, for he deeply understands that a man who lacks the courage to shoulder responsibility would be unworthy of his ancestors and would not even be qualified to befriend someone like Elder Ye.

Gu Dongliu, hang in there—if you defeat the Holy Son of Wuji Hall, you will no longer owe Donglin Country anything, and then you can pursue your own dream!

Gu Dongliu silently cheered himself on, exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi, and resumed his cultivation.

The sun rose and the moon set; in the blink of an eye, the sky grew bright.

Gu Dongliu leaned on the stone table in the courtyard, dozed for a moment, had a simple breakfast, then plunged back into cultivation.

The morning sun rose in the east, the sky grew fully bright, and a servant came to report that someone surnamed Ye outside the manor wished to see him.

"Someone surnamed Ye?" Gu Dongliu startled, his first thought was of Ye Qingran.

"Is it a woman, extraordinarily beautiful?" Gu Dongliu seized the servant's collar in excitement, his whole body trembling from the agitation.

The servant's face turned pale as he said, "No, it's not... it's a man."

"A man?"

The light in Gu Dongliu's eyes vanished instantly, and he regained his composure.

"A man surnamed Ye—that definitely isn't Ye Qingran."

"I won't see him."

He immediately lost interest.

"But he said, if you don't see him, you'll regret it!"

Gu Dongliu blinked slightly, then said, "Go bring him to see me."

Soon the servant brought the person over.

The visitor was not some mysterious man surnamed Ye, nor Ye Qingran herself, but Ling Shaoyang and Xia Zhimeng.

Gu Dongliu was practicing in the courtyard, his back to them; Xia Zhimeng tugged at the corner of his mouth, deliberately lowering his voice, and said, "Brother Gu, seeing the elder brother (me), how could I not come out to greet you personally?"

Gu Dongliu couldn't tell who was speaking, only feeling the voice was truly unpleasant; he turned his head, and his formerly expressionless face instantly showed expression.

"Ling Shaoyang! Xia Zhimeng! How could it be you two!"

Gu Dongliu's joy was almost beyond words.

"How did you two come back?!"

Xia Zhimeng and Ling Shaoyang exchanged a faint smile; Ling Shaoyang showed a slightly roguish grin and said, "Of course, we're here to show off what we've seen and heard along the way."

"Ah, Gu Dongliu, you didn't come with us—you have no idea how splendid the scenery along this journey has been..."

A hint of envy appeared in Gu Dongliu's eyes.

He had missed many beautiful sights, which was a great regret in his heart.

"You've had enough!" Gu Dongliu gave them a sideways glance, "Next time you go out, I'll definitely be able to join you!"

This belief has continually supported him in striving to become better.

"Guess who we met on the road?"

"Boss Ye!" Gu Dongliu said without hesitation.

Xia Zhimeng gave a thumbs up.

"Boss Ye, where is she? Did she come back with you?"

Gu Dongliu kept glancing behind them as he spoke.

"Stop looking, Boss Ye went to Xi Ji Shengyu."

Xia Zhimeng splashed a basin of cold water over him; even though Gu Dongliu had tried hard to hide his feelings, the deep sorrow in his eyes could not be concealed.

"It's fine, we'll look for Boss Ye next time." He spoke nonchalantly, and anyone could tell he was consoling himself.

Xia Zhimeng and Ling Shaoyang exchanged another smile, then simultaneously looked at the figure standing on the courtyard wall behind Gu Dongliu.

Gu Dongliu seemed to sense something, slowly turning his head; when he saw that familiar figure, he couldn't tell how shocked he felt.

It's her!

Boss Ye!

"Am I dreaming?" Gu Dongliu rubbed his eyes hard, doubting his vision.

"Gu Dongliu, long time no see, your eyesight's gone bad?" a teasing voice came from above; that familiar tone finally made Gu Dongliu realize this wasn't a dream.

Boss Ye really came back!

For some reason, a sour feeling welled up in his eyes, and his eye sockets instantly turned red.