Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 935 - 75 You Will Definitely Be Fine

Kunlun Taiqing Sect.

Qiu Changtian opened his eyes and stared blankly for a long time.

"So, the mission with Long Long in the Eastern Emperor Realm is finally over." He said to himself in his heart.

"Hey," Kunlun Mirror suddenly spoke up, "is it really ending like this?"

"Shut up, you useless mirror!" Qiu Changtian immediately snapped, "I’m steeped in sorrow and guilt right now, don’t ruin the mood!"

And so the Kunlun Mirror stayed silent.

Qiu Changtian sighed deeply, shook off his clothes, and rose from the stone bed, leaving the cave and looking out at the boundless, snow-covered mountains stretching endlessly before him.

His mood was plummeting.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself in advance, the moment of leaving the little fox still felt like knives twisting in his heart.

Humans are not plants; how could they be devoid of emotion?

The countless years spent together as Long Long and Long Hu could not simply be erased with a casual "Sorry, I was only after the Heaven-Mending Stone fragments."

Qiu Changtian gazed into the distance in silence for a long time, feeling a tangled mess of emotions within him, an unsolvable knot.

Cut continuously but unable to unravel—this is Li Chou, isn’t it?

Kunlun Mirror silently watched him before turning to ask Summoning Sword:

"Do you think he’s truly sad?"

"You don’t know?" Summoning Sword asked in surprise.

"I think he’s genuinely sad," Kunlun Mirror muttered to itself. "If he weren’t affected by emotions at all, he would’ve left in a flawlessly smooth manner, without Long Hu ever figuring it out."

"For example, faking his death—falling in battle or something. While it would deeply sadden Long Hu, it would at least sever her thoughts completely, erasing any future complications."

"Instead, this abrupt departure leaves Long Hu saddened for a while yet still holding on to a glimmer of hope—not utterly despairing. The price, however, is that Long Hu won’t give up searching for him, and the future might hold unexpected changes."

"Ah Jing, are you serious?" Summoning Sword exclaimed, shocked. "If he truly loved Long Hu, wouldn’t faking his death and breaking her thoughts of him completely be more reasonable? Isn’t dragging things out like this even crueler?"

"You don’t understand." Kunlun Mirror shook its head. "The sentiment of ’knowing that this way is more reasonable, but still unable to go through with it upon imagining the other crying’—this kind of irrational emotion is what true love is!"

"When you put it like that…" Summoning Sword thought for a moment, seemingly unable to refute it. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

A cunning, scheming Sword Master like him would, if he truly wanted to leave, undoubtedly sever the other person’s hopes entirely—leaving no possibility. Otherwise, what if Long Hu became obsessed, searched all over the Eastern Emperor Realm, failed to find Long Long, and ventured into the Cultivation Realm?

True love revealed, ungainly beneath the surface!

It chuckled inwardly a few times before saying aloud:

"Indeed, Sword Master must have been genuinely emotional, unable to bear inflicting further pain on Long Hu. Thus, he chose to simply walk away, turning a blind eye while pretending nothing happened."

"Sigh." Kunlun Mirror reproached itself. "It’s all my fault."

"If I hadn’t sent him to search for the Heaven-Mending Stone fragments, this relationship wouldn’t have been entangled at all."

Or would it? Summoning Sword thought silently to itself.

Initially, Long Hu’s mother had merely asked Long Long to take Long Hu to Beiming Fanyang to resolve her bloodline conflict—she never mentioned having him fall in love with her!

As for developing feelings over time, Long Hu didn’t know his true identity—her youthful innocence can be overlooked. But Long Long, as a spy, how could he truly fall for her?

"Sigh, this was an unavoidable situation." Although it disagreed silently, Summoning Sword verbally echoed Kunlun Mirror’s sentiments: "But on the bright side, at least this Sword Master isn’t entirely heartless. If he were the kind of person who would resort to any means, betraying us for his goals without conscience, I wouldn’t recognize him as the Sword Master!"

"Hmm." Kunlun Mirror continued sighing, but Summoning Sword’s roundabout consolation lightened its mood somewhat.

But Qiu Changtian had no such luxury, staring blankly into the distance like a Jia Baoyu bereft of his Lin Daiyu.

Suddenly, Xu Yinglian flew over on her sword from afar, noticing Qiu Changtian in his stupor. Curious, she descended and jokingly said:

"Senior Brother, how can you stand here as though you’re in meditative concentration?"

"Nothing," Qiu Changtian quickly regained himself, flashing a flawless smile. "I was just reflecting on ’joy and sorrow, partings and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes.’ It made me a little sentimental."

"Junior Sister, why are there so many unyielding regrets in this world?"

Xu Yinglian pondered for a moment before replying:

"The Heavenly Dao offers fifty parts, yet one is missing. How can humans demand perfection?"

"Even I used to constantly think of surpassing Senior Brother. Now I’ve figured it out: if I always measure myself against Senior Brother and strive to surpass him, wouldn’t I become merely his shadow?"

"I am I. I won’t be anyone’s appendage." Xu Yinglian smiled. "So what if I can’t surpass Senior Brother? Would that make me any less of Xu Yinglian?"

"Such a simple truth—if even I, your Junior Sister, can grasp it, why would Senior Brother be so perplexed? If something can’t be forced, letting it go and moving forward—what’s the big deal?"

"Yes," Qiu Changtian said quietly after a long pause, sighing. "Junior Sister’s words are indeed enlightening. This time, I’ve learned a lesson."

After Xu Yinglian’s words, the haze of gloom in Qiu Changtian’s heart finally lifted a little.

Long Hu is Long Hu. Even without Long Long by her side, would she cease to be Long Hu?

I believe that she’ll surely be just fine, even in the days without me...

As Qiu Changtian consoled himself this way, Kunlun Mirror nearly exploded with frustration.

I was worried you’d remain gloomy for a while, stressing about your mental state—yet here you are quickly moving on? What’s the meaning of this?

Xu Yinglian wasn’t comforting you! She doesn’t even know what you’re sad about—if she did, she’d burn you alive!

Instead, you deliberately twisted her words, taking her musings as your comfort!

The more Kunlun Mirror thought about it, the angrier it became, feeling unfair on behalf of Long Hu.

What do you mean, "Long Hu is Long Hu, she’ll be fine without me"? Do you even know what state she’s in right now?

"Summoning Sword, I’ll be gone for a while," Kunlun Mirror instructed Summoning Sword. "If this guy asks, just… forget it, say nothing—pretend you’re dead. That way, he’ll think I’m pretending to be dead as well."

"Sure." Summoning Sword said indifferently. "Where are you going?"

"I’m going to check on Long Hu—see if she’s really ’just fine’!" Kunlun Mirror, seething with indignation, gritted its teeth. "If she’s not, I’ll come back to smack him in the face!"