The girl appeared to be quite young, around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a plump oval face and a pair of moist, almond-shaped eyes. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, giving her an innate look of innocence and gentleness.
Her nose was not high, but small and pert. Her lips were a natural shade of pink, needing no rouge to color them.
She wore no ornate accessories, simply letting her waist-length hair be loosely tied with a green ribbon. A few stray strands hung by her cheeks, gently swaying with her breath.
The impression she gave was like a spring in the mountains—pure, clear, and carrying an untouched sweetness.
And yet, this seemingly harmless young woman had just been poking him in the face with her finger.
Su Ji tried to speak, to say something proper, but his throat felt as if it had been scraped by sandpaper—dry and raw. Not a single word came out, and the effort only aggravated the injury in his chest.
“Cough… cough, cough, cough!”
A violent, tearing fit of coughing made his vision blur and darken before his eyes.
“Oh my!”
Startled by the sudden commotion, the woman quickly put down what she was holding, hurried to the table, picked up a small purple clay teapot, and poured a cup of water still slightly warm. Carefully, she brought it to his lips.
“Take it slow, don’t rush.” Her voice was crisp, carrying a worried concern.
Half-reclining against the headboard, Su Ji drank the water in one gulp as she held it for him.
The warm tea slid down his throat, finally quenching that burning, hacking thirst.
It took a while before he could find his voice again, hoarse and rough.
“Many thanks for saving me, fellow Daoist.”
“Where is this place?” Su Ji’s gaze quickly swept across the room’s furnishings before settling back on the woman’s face. “If possible, I ask that you let me leave. I will leave some spirit stones as a token of gratitude.”
His tone was polite, but the distance between them was unmistakable.
The woman’s hand holding the empty cup paused slightly. Her moist almond eyes blinked, as if she were hesitating over something.
Just as Su Ji was asking this, he subtly checked his own condition.
One piece of good news and one piece of bad news crashed into his mind at the same time.
The good news was that his own storage ring was still securely on his finger.
The bad news was that the storage ring he had taken from Zhao Teng’s corpse was also still on his damn hand!
This thing was a hot potato that could never see the light of day…
He hadn’t had the chance to deal with it back then…
He should have just tossed it away.
Thoughts raced through Su Ji’s mind, but his face betrayed nothing.
Just as the woman seemed to gather her resolve and was about to speak—
“Knock, knock, knock!”
That untimely knock at the door sounded again.
Then came the determined voice of a young man.
“Senior Sister, I’m still a bit uneasy, so I came back to check on you.”
The woman’s face instantly changed, like a cat startled when caught hiding snacks.
Instinctively, she looked back at the door, then quickly shot a glance at Su Ji, looking exactly like a child caught sneaking treats by a parent.
“He’s awake?”
The man outside seemed to sense an extra breath inside the room—his voice suddenly rose, full of urgency.
“Then I really need to come in and see!”
“No!” the woman blurted out without thinking, her tone firm and final.
“Why?” The man’s voice was filled with confusion, even carrying a hint of accusation. “Senior Sister, you’re acting really strange like this.”
“There’s nothing strange about it!” The woman snapped, as if poked where it hurt, a flush of anger in her tone. “This is my room. I decide who comes in and who doesn’t. What business is it of yours?”
Silence fell on the other side of the door for a moment, then when the voice spoke again, it was accompanied by a long, helpless sigh. “The sect is already in enough chaos lately…”
The woman snorted coldly, cutting him off. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking!”
“Senior Sister, that’s not what I meant…”
“You absolutely do!” She pressed on relentlessly. “You think he came out of nowhere and might bring danger to the sect. You want to say I’m being naïve again, don’t you?”
“I just worry about you!” The man’s voice grew urgent.
“Worry about what?!”
“That you’ll be tricked again!” He finally made it clear, his voice filled with anxiety. “Senior Sister, have you forgotten the scholar you saved from the foot of the mountain last time? He said he had nowhere to go, but what happened in the end? He stole the Yin Mystic Art from our sect and almost…”
“Shut up!”
The woman let out a sharp shriek, her voice biting and full of shame and anger.
“That was an accident! This time is different!”
“What’s different about it?” The man refused to let up, pressing further.
She was left speechless by his questioning, her face flushed red. She seemed to want to argue back but only wound up stomping her foot in fury.
“Get out of here! I don’t want to talk to you!”
Another long silence lingered outside the door.
Finally, a heavy sigh carrying a mix of complex emotions drifted through.
“…Senior Sister, take care of yourself.”
Footsteps sounded, fading away for real this time.
The atmosphere inside the room grew awkward.
Su Ji, lying on the bed, had heard every word of the dispute and roughly understood the situation.
This girl had a genuinely kind heart, but she didn’t seem too sharp—straight-up naive, almost a bleeding heart.
Judging by the conversation, she’d been conned before.
“Ahem…”
The woman cleared her throat, as if trying to break the awkwardness.
She turned around, lowered her head, and twisted her fingers together nervously.
“Sorry… you had to hear that…”
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, and two patches of red bloomed on her cheeks.
“My junior brother… he’s just too nosy. Don’t let it bother you.”
Seeing her like this, Su Ji’s caution eased considerably.
Dealing with someone like her was a lot easier than with sly old foxes like Ghost Li or Zhao Tianyang.
“No need to apologize.” Su Ji twisted his lips into what he hoped was a friendly smile. “It seems my arrival has brought you trouble instead.”
“May I ask your cultivation home? Is this the Chaos Sea?”
He had to figure out his location as quickly as possible.
The woman lifted her head, a flicker of surprise in her almond-shaped eyes. He didn’t even know where he was?
So he must have fled from far away?
She hesitated for a moment.
But seeing Su Ji’s calm demeanor, she finally nodded to confirm.
“This is the Chaos Sea, Mount Kongxuan.”
She pursed her lips, as if making a decision, and gave Su Ji a slight bow.
“Yun Yao, of the Yin Yang Sect.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
