A Little Lolita Fell from the Sky

"Recruit a disciple within three days, and their initial loyalty must be over 60%?"

Lin Yan frowned. To be honest, this requirement was a bit difficult.

Right now, he had no cultivation base, no reputation, and no presentable martial arts manuals. Trying to make someone become a devoted disciple relying solely on his mouth? In his dreams!

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time. Let's build a nest first."

Clothes make the man just as a saddle makes the horse. People judge by appearances, so a sect needed to look like a proper sect.

With a thought, Lin Yan directly summoned the [Tianyan Sect Core Courtyard (Custom Edition)] from his system inventory.

A pale blue light screen instantly unfolded before his eyes, displaying a dazzling array of architectural templates.

There were towering European-style castles, exquisite and spacious Western-style mansions, and even fully glass smart villas brimming with a futuristic vibe. Every style imaginable was available.

But Lin Yan just swept his gaze over them; his finger didn't linger on these options for even half a second.

"Give me a break. What mansions and castles? Nothing is as comfortable to live in as our ancestors' traditional courtyard houses."

Lin Yan immediately locked onto the [Authentic Chinese Single-Courtyard House] option. Its footprint perfectly hit the 1,000-square-meter limit, not a meter more or less—a flawless fit.

"Confirm! Place!"

Lin Yan silently chanted the command in his heart. The next second, the original site of the Tianyan Sect underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

The original rotting wood, waist-high weeds, and scattered broken bricks and tiles were instantly and completely wiped away by an invisible force, as if they had never existed.

Immediately after, a solid foundation rose out of thin air. Green bricks stacked up layer by layer, and mortise and tenon joints fit together seamlessly. A neat and grand single-courtyard house rose from the ground right in the middle of the embracing green mountains!

Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, Lin Yan looked at the brand-new estate before him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Awesome! This is what a sect should look like!"

He happily took a tour around. The main room was fully furnished with a bed, table, chairs, bookshelves, and a wardrobe. Even the bedding was brand new and soft. The east and west wing rooms were also spotless, just waiting for disciples to move in.

"Let's go down the mountain and take in a disciple!"

...

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away.

Central Continent.

This was the universally acknowledged holy land of cultivation on the Tianyuan Continent, where countless sects stood in great numbers and imperial dynasties reigned.

In a nameless ruined temple, a young woman of about eighteen or nineteen sat on a pile of hay.

She wore a long white dress, its hem stained with dirt and blood.

She was extremely beautiful, with willow-like eyebrows, almond eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry lips. Even in such a wretched state, she still could not hide her innate elegance and otherworldly charm.

However, at this moment, her aura was incredibly weak.

On her chest, a shocking wound was still oozing blood—black blood.

She had been injured by some sinister cultivation method. The wound could not heal, and her life force was slipping away bit by bit.

"Sister!"

Beside her, a little girl of twelve or thirteen threw herself at her side, tears falling uncontrollably.

The little girl's facial features were very similar to the young woman's; one could tell at a glance that they were biological sisters.

When she grew up, she would definitely be a beauty capable of toppling nations.

"Ruyan, don't cry."

Liu Qingmei raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from her younger sister's face. Her movements were so gentle, as if she were touching the most precious thing in the world.

"Sister, you won't die, right? You promised me you'd take me home!" Liu Ruyan grabbed her sister's hand, crying her heart out.

Liu Qingmei didn't answer.

She took a deep breath, as if making a final decision.

"Ruyan, the people from the Yuhua Divine Dynasty will find this place very soon."

"Sister..."

"Listen to me." Liu Qingmei's voice was very soft, but her tone brooked no argument. "I am going to transfer the Holy Body to you."

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened, tears still hanging on her face. "No! Sister, your injuries have already..."

"It is precisely because I am already like this that I must give it to you." Liu Qingmei smiled, a pale and gentle smile.

"The Lunar Holy Body is the foundation of the Liu family. It cannot be ruined in my hands."

"I don't want the Holy Body! I only want my sister!" Liu Ruyan shook her head desperately.

But Liu Qingmei had already closed her eyes.

Her hands slowly formed hand seals, and the last trace of true essence in her body began to circulate.

An icy aura surged from her body, transforming into a silver-white ribbon of light that slowly flowed toward Liu Ruyan.

"No! Sister! No!"

Liu Ruyan tried to break free, but her body felt as if it had been immobilized; she couldn't move an inch.

She could feel a cool yet warming current flowing into her body, traveling along her meridians, and finally converging deep within her dantian.

That was the Lunar Holy Body.

The ultimate yin physique passed down in the Liu family for thousands of years, an absolute peerless aptitude for cultivating cold-attribute martial arts.

Countless people coveted it; countless people drooled over it.

And now, it was transferred from the older sister, Liu Qingmei, into the body of the younger sister, Liu Ruyan.

The entire process lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Liu Qingmei opened her eyes. Her face was even paler than before, as white as a sheet of paper.

Her aura was so weak it was almost imperceptible; she was like a candle flame that could go out at any moment.

"Sis... Sister..." Liu Ruyan sobbed uncontrollably.

Liu Qingmei ignored her sister's cries. Trembling, she pulled a jade talisman from her robes.

The jade talisman was emerald green all over, carved with complex patterns, and faintly shimmering with flowing light.

She pressed her hands together, holding the jade talisman in her palms. Her lips moved slightly, as if chanting something.

"Father, Mother..."

"Your daughter is unfilial and cannot continue the Liu family bloodline."

"But my sister is still young. I beg you to protect her... send her to a safe place..."

"The farther the better... let them never find her..."

Her voice grew lighter and weaker.

After uttering the last word, Liu Qingmei opened her eyes and looked at her sister.

"Ruyan, do not come back."

"Do not come back!"

Her voice suddenly rose a few pitches, as if using up the very last of her strength.

Liu Ruyan cried out and tried to lunge forward, but the jade talisman had already lit up.

A blinding white light enveloped Liu Ruyan.

She felt her body being lifted by an irresistible force. Her feet left the ground, and everything before her eyes became a blur.

"Sister——!"

"Do not come back——!"

This was the last sentence Liu Ruyan heard.

Then, the world spun, and all sound faded into silence.

...

Tianyan Sect.

"It's been two days! I haven't recruited a single disciple who meets the requirements!"

Lin Yan lay on a rocking chair in the courtyard, a piece of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth. He stared at the sky with a look of utter hopelessness, his head aching as if it were about to split open.

Over the past two days, he had practically trampled Qingyun Town at the foot of the mountain flat. The task of recruiting a disciple was ten thousand times harder than he had imagined.

The difficulty lay in that damn 60% initial loyalty requirement.

At first, he had high ambitions and wanted to find a good seedling with a clean background and an excellent temperament.

But as soon as people heard he was the Sect Master of the Tianyan Sect and asked where the sect was—oh, that abandoned, ruined Daoist temple on the mountain—they would roll their eyes and walk away on the spot, assuming he was some wandering charlatan.

Later, he stopped being picky, figuring he should just complete the task first. But when people asked him to demonstrate some martial arts, Lin Yan was completely stumped.

In the end, he even brought out silver as bait, offering free room and board, and a settling-in allowance just for becoming his disciple.

This time, quite a few starving refugees and beggars surrounded him, crying and shouting as they tried to kowtow and take him as their master.

But what was the result?

As soon as the system scanned them, the one with the highest loyalty only scored 35 percent. And that guy was only here for the silver; his inner calculation was to become a disciple, take the money, and immediately run away.

Lin Yan finally had a complete epiphany.

He currently only had two years' worth of cultivation. Let alone demonstrating some heaven-defying immortal magic of flying or tunneling through the earth, he couldn't even perform a basic fist technique properly. Who would sincerely take him as a master?

Unless a fool fell from the sky!

Just then, the previously clear, azure sky suddenly split open without warning, revealing a pitch-black rift. A pure white light flashed from within.

Immediately after, a silhouette wrapped in white light plummeted straight toward his courtyard like a meteor!

"Holy crap!"

Lin Yan sprang up from his rocking chair, his eyes wide as saucers.

With a dull thud, the white light crashed precisely into the empty space in the middle of the courtyard, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Lin Yan froze in place, completely dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Could it be that the system took pity on him and actually dropped a disciple from the sky?

Lin Yan cautiously took two steps forward and waved away the dust in front of him.

When the dust completely settled, he saw clearly what was on the ground. He stood rooted to the spot, his mind going completely blank.

Curled up on the bluestone pavement in the middle of the courtyard was a young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old.

Her exquisite dress had been torn to shreds by who-knows-what, and her small face still bore the traces of wet tears.

The foxtail grass dangling from Lin Yan's mouth dropped to the ground.

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Right at that moment, the system suddenly popped up a notification:

[Ding! High-aptitude disciple target detected! Innate Lunar Holy Body!]

[Ding! Detected that the target's current state of mind is highly volatile, making it extremely easy to establish a close relationship! Host, please seize this opportunity!]