Chapter 1333: Chapter 566: Five Hundred Years Her Senior, She Alone Decides in Night Fog Sea

The barking dog fills the hill, and the more famous a person, the more trouble they attract.

Being too popular is also a kind of sin. Qin Ming always believed he walked the world by his own strength. How did he suddenly become a "Charming God"? He even made an Immortal Sister fall for him.

To be honest, this Female Earth Immortal is indeed beautiful, her long green hair shines like a mirror, her skin like congealed cream, eyebrows like distant mountains, a gentle smile on her oval face, fresh and elegant.

She doesn’t have the stagnation of someone five hundred years his senior. Instead, she still appears youthful. Without knowing her identity, one might think she is a young and beautiful girl.

Being favored by the Immortal Sister, Qin Ming felt immense pressure.

Facing her gentle gaze, Qin Ming stood straight like a long spear, firmly planted in the ground at attention.

The silver-haired elder’s hair was snow white and crystalline, his face benevolent, increasingly showing the look of a father-in-law. He turned to the Female Earth Immortal and said, "What do you think of him?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, very good."

She smiled without showing her teeth, seeming quite satisfied.

Qin Ming felt a headache. This Immortal Sister, at least five hundred years older than him, had truly set her eyes on him.

At that moment, he thought of the distant Qing Yue, pondered many things, and wondered what to do now, how to break free from this situation?

Facing the "five hundred years senior" issue, who wouldn’t feel pressured? There’s no emotional basis between them, they’re not from the same era. How are they supposed to be "matched" together?

The silver-haired elder asked, "Do you have concerns? What’s there to worry about? The two of you together is a perfect match, and it will become a tale of romance."

He assumed that Qin Ming already knew his own background and the situation at hand.

After all, he had sought out Bai Meng, asked many questions about Qin Ming, and discussed the purpose. Given Little White’s big mouth, it was certain he wouldn’t keep it secret and would tell Qin Ming everything.

Since his ancestors, Bai Meng’s lineage had a bad habit of being loose-lipped. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have angered the Great Power, ending with teeth pulled, nose broken, and cursed.

In fact, Bai Meng, with great determination, refrained from revealing anything. After all, it was a dignified ancestor questioning him, and he didn’t want to let the "heavens" know, fearing he’d get beaten in the end.

He had great reverence for this ancestor. Otherwise, when the Sky City gained a mansion from the Tai Xu, he wouldn’t have "run away from home" to hang out with Qin Ming and Pei Shuyan in places like Wealth God Square, not wanting to frolic under the old monster’s watchful eyes.

A perfect match? When these words appeared in Qin Ming’s mind, he involuntarily looked at the Female Earth Immortal.

The silver-haired elder thought, why is he looking at her?

The dignified Seventh Realm female immortal perceived it as waiting for her to express her stance, to see if she also agreed with this matter.

Though she was gentle, her every gesture naturally exuded an aura; she nodded with a smile, "Yes, no problem. It’s good to be together. You will be a divine couple in the future."

Qin Ming was a bit numb. In his youth, he didn’t realize the benefit of an elder sister... Now, he had some enlightenment. This was indeed an Earth Immortal, so assertive.

The key was, she was dignified and elegant, not shy at all, speaking her mind openly.

Qin Ming pondered if her confident demeanor also hinted at a form of dominance, wishing to make a decisive conclusion, allowing no room for doubt or refutation.

"What, are you still hesitating?" the silver-haired elder glanced over.

Qin Ming thought to himself: Indeed, they are intending to pressure him.

"Elder, you misunderstood, I wanted to say..."

The silver-haired elder interrupted him, his expression softening, "I know you have a childhood sweetheart, but she has long gone, and it’s unlikely she’ll return. You don’t understand the profound mystery and depth of that Supreme Martial hall."

The Female Earth Immortal showed understanding, "The obsessions of youth will eventually scatter with the wind."

Qin Ming said with difficulty, "What virtue or ability do I have for you to... hold me in such regard?" He wanted to decline politely.

The silver-haired elder said, "I know you may have some trouble, but don’t worry. Once you become part of the family, those issues are trivial."

The Female Earth Immortal nodded, "At that time, I’d like to see who dares to touch the person I fancy. Additionally, for your future cultivation, I will arrange everything. There will be no shortage of True Scripture or secret medicine."

At this moment, Qin Ming deeply understood what it meant to save five hundred years of striving. Even the Immortal Sister had arrangements for him.

The silver-haired elder also nodded frequently, expressing approval.

Qin Ming realized, "The ancients were not false. Senior by five hundred years, she dominates the Night Fog Sea."

For a moment, he was truly wavering, thinking of the years and decades ahead. Would he be a live-in son-in-law of the Earth Immortal family, contemplating children’s last names?

Soon, he took a deep breath, cutting off his chaotic thoughts.

If he doesn’t strive when he’s young, when will he? With a gaze too old, only thinking of saving five hundred years of effort, it would erode his heroic spirit, weaken his ambition.

No way, he could not indulge in this tender land. He wanted to wield the white Exotic Gold Blade, his heart burning with ambition, swallowing mountains and rivers as a dragon crosses!

But if he refused face to face, the other party would be embarrassed. What if they flipped out? Qin Ming thought he might use Dog Sword Immortal to intimidate people.

If it’s still not enough, he could perhaps reveal a bit of Heavenly God Liu Mo’s secrets to leverage him.

"Immortal Sister, I am not as good as you think. You are noble, like the bright moon in the sky, while I’m just a little cultivator of the Third Realm, standing in the dust."

He mentally rehearsed: Old Bu, work reliably, hopefully completely obscuring my true foundation?

He dared to aim high only because he had the broken cloth with him. Although it was not very helpful, generally ignoring him, even as "waste cloth," it could shine and perform when needed.