Fantasy: With Two Supreme Parents, am I Afraid of You, the Destined Protagonist?

Luo NingshuangQianyuan Continent, Jixia Academy, Alchemy Room.

Because of the Pill Furnace burning all year round, the temperature here is hundreds of degrees higher than outside.

In this environment, Luo Ningshuang stared intently at the Pill Furnace in front of her.

The firelight reflected on her not-yet-fully-developed Face and her sweat-covered head.

Even if slightly immature, anyone with a keen eye could see that in another two years, she would surely become a world-toppling Fairy.

Silvery-white long hair hung from her temples, revealing that strange Dao pattern on her forehead.

Far from being abrupt, it highlighted her unique temperament even more.

”Yo? Isn’t this our former Saintess? Still refining pills this late at night?”

”Doesn’t she only have this Alchemy skill left? If she lost this craft, she would have been kicked out of the academy long ago.”

”Refining pills well just means stoking the fire until old age. What’s the use of going fast? Going steady is the Righteous Path!”

Hearing these voices, Luo Ningshuang remained indifferent.

Since her cultivation began to decline, she had heard similar voices countless times.

Ridiculously, the owners of these voices used to surround her with flattery.

Back then, she had kindly advised the two of them not to waste their thoughts on such matters and that to Cultivate well was the Righteous Path.

As a result, these two might have misunderstood her meaning as a condescending mockery.

To the point where they often came to this Alchemy Room to mock her current situation, sometimes even intentionally making things difficult.

At times like this, Luo Ningshuang would feel fortunate about her declining cultivation; only this way could she truly see the real thoughts of those flatterers.

She grabbed the fuel nearby and added another handful of fire to the Pill Furnace in front of her.

An apologetic voice appeared in Luo Ningshuang’s mind: ”I’m truly sorry. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have fallen into this state...”

Whenever Luo Ningshuang was mocked because of her reduced cultivation, this voice would appear.

”...”

She looked down at the pendant on her chest, where the source of that voice resided.

The other party claimed to be the Jade Pool Empress, the master of the Extra-territorial Jade Pool Holy Land, but because she was harmed by villains, she died, and her remnant soul eventually attached to her Lifebound Treasure, the jade pool heavenly lock, and drifted to the Qianyuan Continent.

Twelve-year-old Luo Ningshuang accidentally picked up the jade pool heavenly lock while out gaining experience.

After sensing Luo Ningshuang, who possessed an Innate Dao Pattern, the jade pool heavenly lock took the initiative to perform a Master-recognition Ceremony.

After the two established a connection, the jade pool heavenly lock began to absorb Luo Ningshuang’s cultivation to complete the remnant soul of the Jade Pool Empress, to the point that her Innate Dao Pattern dimmed because of it.

Now, a year has passed, and Luo Ningshuang’s cultivation is only at the third level of the Mortal Realm, while the Jade Pool Empress’s remnant soul has gained the ability to communicate with her, but it will take another three years to fully restore the remnant soul.

”If you really want to apologize, then after your remnant soul is completed and your memories are fully restored, teach me the Jade Pool Holy Land Cultivation Technique you speak of.”

Having experienced the fall from the clouds to the depths, Luo Ningshuang had long possessed a maturity that did not belong to her age.

Verbal apologies could never compare to real actions.

She had accepted part of the other’s Alchemy Legacy and knew it was a Realm far beyond this world.

”I, the Jade Pool Empress, swear to the Mandate of Heaven upon my own reputation! Once my remnant soul is completed and my memories are restored, I will teach all the Jade Pool Holy Land Cultivation Techniques to Luo Ningshuang!”

Listening to the Jade Pool Empress’s oath, Luo Ningshuang calculated the time in her heart.

Three years, two months, and twelve days left.

However, at this moment, the two who had previously mocked Luo Ningshuang walked up to her.

”You’re just a Handyman Student now. When we talk to you, don’t you know to reply?!”

”I see you’re still immersed in the fantasies of past glory. It seems I need to let you know what reality is!”