Chapter 118.1 : Most to My Liking (Part 1)
Thinking of this, Luo Huangjun shook her head.
Perhaps so—but it no longer mattered.
After meeting Chu Ge, whoever that person might have been in the original trajectory—the one who may have become her disciple, whether he still existed or not—was utterly irrelevant to her.
To Luo Huangjun, she now acknowledged only one person: Chu Ge.
Even if that so-called potential disciple were to appear before her, standing alongside Chu Ge and demanding that she choose, she would still choose Chu Ge without the slightest hesitation.
As for whether such a choice violated the path ordained for her by the unseen will of Heaven and Earth—such concerns were even less worth mentioning to her.
From the moment she obtained the diary replica, Heaven itself had lost the ability to interfere with her path or her choices.
And while Luo Huangjun was lost in these thoughts, the young man's predicament—no, rather, his performance—had already reached its most "glorious" moment.
At least in Luo Huangjun's eyes, this was nothing more than a performance: an exceedingly clumsy one, incapable of stirring even the faintest ripple in her heart.
The young man's face was now smeared with blood, his body riddled with grievous wounds. Clearly, he was at the end of his strength.
A complicated expression surfaced on his face. His eyes brimmed with indescribable emotions as he gazed at Luo Huangjun with deep, lingering affection.
That look alone caused an uncontrollable surge of disgust and rejection to rise within her.
Such a gaze—Luo Huangjun would only ever allow one person to direct it at her.
Had she not wished to see what other farce might yet unfold, she would already have acted, ending this so-called Heart-Questioning Tribulation that resembled nothing more than a farcical drama.
But very quickly, she regretted that decision.
Because the young man suddenly let out a hoarse, desperate shout toward her:
"Master! For your sake, even if I must give up my life, I have no regrets!"
The calm expression on Luo Huangjun's face instantly froze into an icy, bone-chilling cold.
Had she known such a nauseating scene would occur, she would never have allowed him to utter those words.
It was simply… so repulsive that it nearly made her sick.
Without another moment's hesitation, Luo Huangjun raised two fingers like a sword. A razor-sharp edge burst forth from her fingertips, instantly cleaving the young man into two.
A trace of shock and incomprehension seemed to appear on his face.
But Luo Huangjun could not be bothered to care.
If those words had been spoken by Chu Ge, she would have been deeply moved beyond measure.
But this unfamiliar face…
If it were possible, Luo Huangjun truly wished she could revive him—just to kill him once more, to vent the fury in her heart.
As the young man's severed body gradually dissolved into gray mist, the gray, hazy world around them began to crumble inch by inch.
It signified that this Heart-Questioning Tribulation—absurd beyond measure in Luo Huangjun's eyes—was finally coming to an end.
So disgusting.
Luo Huangjun muttered inwardly once more.
After I get out, I must make that rebellious disciple say ten nice things to cleanse my ears! No—one hundred!
With that thought, she cast one final glance at the young man's face and quietly committed it to memory.
Not because he might have been her potential disciple.
But simply because Luo Huangjun suspected he might be a Child of Fortune.
She had not forgotten the value that such individuals could provide to Chu Ge.
Remembering his appearance was merely for the sake of locating him more easily in the future.
The scene before her blurred.
When Luo Huangjun opened her eyes again, the inky storm clouds in the heavens had already dispersed, the roaring thunder silently extinguished, and the world returned to clarity and calm.
The Tribulation of Creation—perfectly passed.
Luo Huangjun officially stepped into the Ninth Heaven Realm.
In this world, she now stood among the absolute apex—the very top of the pyramid.