The cold and arrogant Tianjiao is really fragrant after being teased

Di Qi bought a map at a roadside stall and left Yunzhong Town. Meng Chun followed her closely for several days.

That day, Di Qi looked at Meng Chun who was following not far behind her. She wanted to raise her hand and kill him directly, but she felt that she had saved his life before, so wouldn’t it be a waste if he died like this?

"You've been following me for five whole days. What do you want?"

Meng Chun held the fruit he had just picked and handed it to her with a smile on his face, saying, "This fruit is very sweet. I'll treat you to some."

Emperor Qian frowned and said in a cold voice: "I only eat spiritual fruits."

Meng Chun lowered his head upon hearing this: "I just want to repay you..."

"If that's all, then there's no need." Dizha turned and left without hesitation.

Hearing this, Meng Chun hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power and ran to stop her. The fruits in his arms scattered all over the ground. He said anxiously, "No! Senior! I have selfish motives. You are very strong! I want to become your disciple. I want to become stronger! I want to avenge my family!"

Meng Chun's voice gradually faded. "I know I'm not naturally gifted... but I'm willing to endure hardships. I'll work a thousand times, ten thousand times harder than anyone else! I, Meng Qian'an, will make the Li family pay for their genocide with blood! Please... Senior..."

"No." Emperor Zhao just glanced at him indifferently, not affected by his words at all.

When Meng Chun heard these two words, he felt hopeless. He did not blame the person in front of him for not accepting him. On the contrary, he was very grateful to her for saving his life.

It is a blessing from heaven and earth that I have survived nine deaths. How dare I dream of anything else? I only hope that I can avenge the genocide of my clan and repay the life-saving grace in this lifetime.

Meng Chun forced himself to cheer up and bowed deeply to Emperor Qi: "Qian would like to thank you for saving my life. If I ever get my revenge, I will definitely return to you and repay you with my own life!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yan simply glanced at him indifferently, his tone cold and without a trace of warmth: "How much is your life worth?"

Meng Chun was startled when he heard this, then lowered his head and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Yes...how much is his life worth...

Not to mention whether he can get revenge?

Even if I could avenge my great hatred, where could I go to find a powerful person like my senior to repay her kindness?

With his low-grade talent of four spiritual roots, what realm can he reach in his cultivation? I’m afraid he will be in his twilight years by then, and what can he do for his benefactor?

I was overthinking it after all...

Emperor Qian glanced at Meng Chun, who was full of dejection. After all, he was only a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, and his mentality was not strong enough.

However, the way he looked was very similar to how she looked when she was angry and avenged her family.

Emperor Xu lowered his eyes, suppressed his thoughts, and walked away without looking at him.

"Let's go."

Meng Chun thought he had misheard. He ran to Diqian in disbelief, unable to hide the joy in his eyes. "Senior! Do you agree to take me as your disciple?"

"No." Di Qi walked right past him, his voice still light, but not as cold as at the beginning.

The joy in Meng Chun's eyes dimmed a little when he heard this, but in the next moment he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly followed the footsteps of Shangdi.

"Then Senior, do you agree that I can follow you?"

Upon hearing this, Dizha stopped, turned to look at him, and continued walking without answering his question.

Seeing this, Meng Chun knew that she must have agreed. He put on a smile again and introduced himself to Di Qian: "Senior, my name is Meng Chun, my courtesy name is Qi'an, I am thirteen years old, my cultivation has just broken through the foundation-building stage, and my talent is the lower level of the four spiritual roots."

The four spiritual roots are inferior?

Di Qi raised her eyebrows. She wanted to know how the levels of spiritual roots were distinguished here?

"Although I don't have good talent, I will definitely work hard to practice!" Meng Chun said with full of fighting spirit, and then he heard Di Qi ask.

"How does the mortal world distinguish between spiritual roots and talents?"

Meng Chun had guessed from her previous conversation with the Phoenix that she was not from this world, so he said to her seriously:

"Spiritual root levels are generally ranked as having one spiritual root as the best, two spiritual roots as the best, three spiritual roots as the middle, four spiritual roots as the worst, and five spiritual roots as the worst."

"Spiritual roots are divided into top-grade, upper-grade, middle-grade, and lower-grade spiritual roots. Different spiritual roots have different awakened talents."

"More often than not, the talent of awakening one's spiritual root level has already determined a person's achievements...

I was born with the lowest of the four inferior spiritual roots... but fortunately, my clan doesn't tolerate disciples with poor talents, so I was lucky enough to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage..."

Emperor Qian glanced at Meng Chun. With only inferior spiritual roots, he was able to break through the foundation-building stage at the age of thirteen. It seemed that his perseverance was really good.

Seeing that Emperor Qi was no longer talking, Meng Chun did not continue the topic. He asked instead, "Senior, where are we going now?"

Emperor Qian waved his hand and unfolded the map with his spiritual power, and took a look at a city not far from here, Kongyue City.

A warm breeze blew past, ruffling the hair on his forehead and bringing a hint of coolness. Di Qi used his spiritual power to pluck two leaves, leaving only one sentence to Meng Chun: "Follow."

Meng Chun took out the sword he brought from his tribe and flew after him.

Fortunately, Di Qi's speed was not fast. Meng Chun, who came on a sword, saw that she could fly in the air just by stepping on two leaves. He became more certain in his heart that he had made the right choice to stay with her.

After they arrived at Kongyue City and paid taxes to enter the city, Dizha started to wander around the city. All she had seen before were areas governed by various families.

This was the first time she had seen a place with such complex interpersonal relationships and ruled by a dynasty.

It's quite fresh.

Meng Chun followed her closely, holding his sword, watching Di Qi walk through the bustling streets, with no expression on his cold face.

It seemed that no matter how others looked at her, they could not tell what she was thinking. While Meng Chun was distracted, a bag of gold was thrown into her arms.

Meng Chun picked up the purse without knowing why and stood there in a daze. Then he heard Di Qi's emotionless voice coming from the front.

"Go buy a secluded house. It doesn't need to be too big."

"Oh, okay, okay! Senior!" Meng Chun put away the purse full of gold and trotted to catch up with Di Qi who was walking in front.