Ms. Doctor Divine

Chapter 2133: Qualification Competition in the Mystic Realm 4

Translator: Henyee Translations      Editor: Henyee Translations

Lv Zhengyang’s gaze briefly flickered towards her, his voice a hushed murmur. “Those who don’t make the cut are essentially testing their luck, hoping to capture the Elder’s attention. Your presence in the Beastmaster Sect has been conspicuously prominent since you joined. However, such visibility might not serve your cultivation well within the sect.”

“If your aspiration is to qualify for entry into the mystic realm…” Lv Zhengyang pondered momentarily before continuing, “Junior Sister, your dedication to your training is evident, but you currently stand at the Ninth Heaven of the Martial God realm. As for me, I hold the fifth rank and have ascended to the exalted status of a Paragon Warrior. Regrettably, you cannot surpass me, rendering your return unnecessary.”

“Your intellect surpasses that of most disciples, and your progress is undeniably swift. However, it’s crucial to remember, Junior Sister, that your foundation lies in being a True Spiritual Root.”

“True Spiritual Root—a limitation confines your cultivation within this lifetime. The Paragon Realm, for instance, remains beyond your grasp. The constraints are immutable, extending even into your present existence.”

“This is precisely why the Supreme Sect imposes stringent requirements for spiritual roots. Initially, the Elder of the Beastmaster Sect hesitated to admit you into our ranks.” Lv Zhengyang’s tone carried patience as he advised her against participating in the upcoming competition, delving further into the discourse on cultivation.

An unexpected sense of gratification arose within him.

It felt akin to playing the role of a strategist.

Mere days before, his feelings toward this junior sister of his bore an unpleasant tinge.

Yet, following his breakthrough to the esteemed echelons of a Paragon Warrior, those sentiments had dissipated entirely.

For he had come to realize…

No matter how intelligent or perceptive her junior sister might be at present, the inexorable truth remained unchanged: she was fated to remain stagnant for the duration of her existence.

As her fellow disciples advanced down the path, she could find herself perpetually rooted to the same spot, a bystander to their progress.

Her current visibility within the sect, though striking, would likely pale in comparison to others in the long run—a realization bound to inflict the deepest wounds upon her.

Thus, he need not harbor any apprehensions.

His junior sister could not match his prowess.

The Paragon realm lay within his easy reach.

Surveying her with a tinge of pity, he found himself contemplating the disheartening reality.

Throughout this discourse, Gu Chaoyan had maintained a furrowed brow.

In this instance, he was accurate.

While positioned at the Ninth Heaven of the Martial God tier, she couldn’t ascend to the Paragon realm.

But was that the only impediment?

Could it all be attributed to her spiritual roots?

However…

If the issue solely revolved around her spiritual roots, surmounting it should not prove insurmountable.

Given the influence of lineage, her spiritual root could undergo nurturing. Now in possession of the Heaven Spiritual Root, and with time at her disposal, the possibility of its advancement existed. Might she break through to the Paragon Realm over an extended span?

Yet, that journey would be protracted.

Managing her spiritual roots posed no formidable challenge.

Consequently, upon hearing this narrative, Gu Chaoyan found herself devoid of significant despondency.

Lv Zhengyang’s surprise was evident as he observed her countenance.

“I’m determined to give it a shot,” Gu Chaoyan asserted.

“Very well,” Lv Zhengyang conceded, for he had exhausted his arguments.

Whether she chose to heed his advice was now her prerogative.

Without lingering further, Lv Zhengyang took his leave. Noticing that Di Hongyun displayed no inclination to depart, he departed solo.

While Gu Chaoyan remained indifferent to Lv Zhengyang’s counsel, Di

Hongyun was not. “Junior Sister, how should we proceed?”

“Rather than fixating on my situation, concern yourself with what awaits you within the mystic realm,” Gu Chaoyan retorted bluntly.

“Junior Sister, is this really your decision?” Di Hongyun exclaimed with a fervor suggesting a sense of injustice. It was as if he perceived an injustice had been done..