After arriving at Tianheng Peak, Ye Chuan noticed that the number of disciples here far exceeded those at Flying Sword Peak. Not only that, but every individual possessed considerable strength. From a quick assessment, most were at least at the Crystal Core stage, with some even reaching the Golden Core level.
However, Ye Chuan didn’t find their talents particularly impressive. Though they all wore the attire of disciples, some might already be over a hundred years old. So, having Golden Core strength wasn’t all that surprising.
Far inferior to Qianshuang back home. Hmph.
“So, you’re the new disciple Elder Ziyun took in?” Just as Ye Chuan landed at the foot of the mountain, intending to gather some information, a woman’s voice sounded beside him.
He turned and saw a woman dressed in green robes, appearing to be in her twenties, with a graceful figure and a crescent-shaped mark on her forehead.
Ye Chuan paused, his gaze settling on her. “I am Huang Haotian. And you are…?”
“Zi Ning’er, your senior sister.” The woman’s peach-blossom eyes glimmered as a faint smile curved her lips. “I heard Master took in a talented new disciple, someone who reached Foundation Establishment before the age of twenty.”
She grinned. “Seems like you’ll be an interesting junior brother.”
“Senior sister?” Ye Chuan gave Zi Ning’er a quick once-over before averting his gaze. “Greetings, Senior Sister. I’ve only just joined the sect and haven’t met many people yet. I heard you were participating in the sect’s grand competition, so I didn’t get the chance to pay my respects earlier.”
“No need for formalities.” As Zi Ning’er spoke, a male disciple approached. “Ning’er, what are you discussing?”
“Senior Brother Qin Heng, this is Huang Haotian, Master’s new disciple.” Zi Ning’er introduced him before turning back to Ye Chuan. “This is Senior Brother Qin Heng—also the sect leader’s son.”
“No need for such introductions, Ning’er. We’re all fellow disciples here.” Qin Heng chuckled lightly, though his gaze lingered on Ye Chuan with a hint of amusement. “Junior Brother, what’s your current cultivation level? How about I give you some pointers?”
“Me?” Ye Chuan pointed at himself. “I’m at the early Crystal Core stage.”
Of course, Ye Chuan wasn’t foolish enough to reveal his true strength. With his current combat power, he could easily take on even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Ziyun without breaking a sweat—his magic immunity, high physical resistance, and transformation armor made crossing two major realms a trivial matter.
And now, with the revival armor and infinite mana buff from Lilith, Ye Chuan felt even more unrestrained.
“Crystal Core already?” Qin Heng’s eyes flickered with surprise. Reaching Crystal Core before twenty was rare even in the Qingyun Sect.
“Did you use a Crystal Core Pill?” Zi Ning’er asked. She recalled that Ye Chuan hadn’t been in the sect for long and had previously been a rogue cultivator without systematic training.
Ye Chuan nodded. “Yes. Master gave me a ninth-grade Crystal Core Pill, and I successfully condensed my core.”
His words left Zi Ning’er and Qin Heng momentarily stunned.
Ninth-grade?
“Junior Brother, are you sure Master gave you a ninth-grade pill?” Zi Ning’er pressed.
“Yes.” Ye Chuan smiled.
Of course, he hadn’t used that trash-tier ninth-grade pill—how could it compare to his supreme-grade Crystal Core Pill?
“It seems Elder Ziyun has his own considerations.” Qin Heng remarked meaningfully, while Zi Ning’er’s expression darkened, tinged with awkwardness.
She hadn’t expected Ziyun to give Ye Chuan only a ninth-grade pill. By convention, even the least favored disciples could exchange a small amount of sect contribution points for at least a fifth-grade Crystal Core Pill.
Ninth-grade pills were usually reserved for disciples who struggled for centuries to break through to Crystal Core.
“Is something wrong?” Ye Chuan feigned ignorance.
“...” Zi Ning’er seemed eager to drop the subject. Her gaze toward Ye Chuan grew more complex before she suddenly turned to Qin Heng.
“Senior Brother, the rewards from this year’s grand competition can be transferred, right?”
“Oh?” Qin Heng seemed to understand her intention but reminded her, “Ning’er, the reward this time is entry into the Qingyun Holy Land trial—it’s extremely beneficial for your breakthrough to Nascent Soul.”
“...” Zi Ning’er fell silent, as if realizing the gravity of the matter. She sighed softly, suppressing her impulsive thoughts.
“Junior Brother Huang, if you ever need my help in the future, feel free to visit my cave abode.”
Ye Chuan responded casually before asking, “Where is Master? He told me to meet him.”
Zi Ning’er explained, “Master is in the conference hall discussing important matters with the sect leader. He won’t be free for a while.”
Then, as if remembering something, she added, “Oh, right, Junior Brother. Since you’ve been in the sect for a while now, how about I take you to complete a few missions?”
Missions?
“Yes. Shall I take you to the Mission Hall?” Seeing Ye Chuan’s confusion, Zi Ning’er seemed enthusiastic.
“...” Ye Chuan hesitated for a few seconds. He was still preoccupied with the pill formulas and had no interest in taking on missions.
But then it occurred to him—
Building a good relationship with this senior sister Zi Ning’er might help me gather more intel.
A direct disciple would surely know more than a mere servant like Jiu’er, right?
“Alright.”
Hearing his agreement, Zi Ning’er visibly relaxed and led Ye Chuan on her flying sword to a large building on a neighboring peak.
The structure was massive, with disciples constantly coming and going.
“This is the Mission Hall, where disciples accept tasks,” Zi Ning’er explained. “Completing them earns contribution points, which can be exchanged for treasures within the sect.”
It was the standard cycle—missions, points, rewards.
“Treasures?” Ye Chuan’s interest was piqued.
Where?
Who needs contribution points? A single glance, and those treasures would vanish—straight into his pocket!
Before Zi Ning’er could elaborate, the sound of an argument reached them. They turned toward the commotion and saw a crowd gathered nearby.
“Junior Brother, let’s go take a look.”
“Sure.”
As they approached, Ye Chuan noticed the group wore the robes of servant disciples. At the center stood a familiar girl—
Jiu’er.
His personal maid.
Right now, she seemed to be arguing fiercely with another disciple, her face flushed with anger.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
