The four Golden Core cultivators of the Wind Sword Sect turned and fled without hesitation.
These two possessed abilities that allowed them to slay Nascent Soul cultivators despite being of a lower realm, making them impossible opponents.
Moreover, especially that handsome young man—his demonic cultivation was far too profound, to the point where he could wrest control of the blood qi from the Holy Mother herself.
This wasn’t cowardice. At most, it was conserving their strength.
Faced with the Wind Sword Sect’s retreat, neither Yaoqin nor Chu Xingchen had any intention of pursuing them. After all, slaying a Nascent Soul cultivator while being of a lower realm was no small feat.
With the advantage of the blood qi in their home territory, victory had been easy, but outside, without that boost, they could still win—but if reinforcements from the Wind Sword Sect arrived, things could turn troublesome.
Yaoqin raised her gaze to the little girl still floating in the air. "Is this the Evil Spirit Sect’s plan?"
"Most likely," Chu Xingchen replied. He withdrew his spiritual sword and, on a whim, scanned the little girl with his system.
To his utter surprise, the system actually displayed her status panel.
[Target: ???]
[Cultivation: None]
[Orange Trait: Possible Generation in Progress]
[Trait: ???]
[Trait: ???]
[Black Trait: Blood Qi Reversal]
[Black Trait: Critical Injuries]
[Trait generation in progress. Conditions for taking as disciple will be met upon completion.]
Chu Xingchen frowned slightly. Why were there so many question marks?
Yaoqin’s expression turned sorrowful. This child had likely been captured by demonic cultivators, but given the circumstances, her spiritual sword glowed as she prepared to free the poor girl from her suffering.
After all, a divine sense scan revealed that nearly all her bones had dissolved, and her heartbeat was faint.
She wouldn’t last much longer in this state. Better to release her than let her endure further torment.
"Wait—" Chu Xingchen took a deep breath and stopped Yaoqin.
Confused, Yaoqin halted her movements.
Chu Xingchen’s gaze swept over the ritual array and the six massive cauldrons filled with spirit stones.
Between the seeds of an immortal sapling and these blood-tainted spirit stones—which might not even be fully purified—Chu Xingchen quickly made his decision.
Spirit stones could always be obtained again, but an immortal sapling was a rare encounter.
Half an hour later, two streaks of light shot out from the cave, heading straight for Yuzhou City.
Inside the courtyard of Chu Xingchen’s rented residence in Yuzhou City, a streak of light descended swiftly.
Li Yingling, who had been studying a technique in the yard, turned her head to look.
Her master was holding a child wrapped in a blanket.
Li Yingling’s eyes flickered with confusion as she cautiously asked, "Master… this child?"
Hearing the commotion, Li Xingtian pushed open his door as well. At his senior sister’s words, his gaze also fell upon the child in their master’s arms.
With a sigh, Chu Xingchen looked at Li Yingling. "Come take your future junior sister."
Future junior sister?
Li Yingling hurried forward, extending her arms to receive the little girl.
Her face was deathly pale, her breathing shallow—but her features were delicate, the unmistakable makings of a beauty.
Yet, streaks of dark-red energy occasionally rippled across her skin.
"Master, this child seems…" Li Yingling began worriedly.
"Don’t worry, her condition is stable for now—as long as you don’t jostle her." Chu Xingchen rummaged through his spatial ring for the few remaining medicinal herbs. "I’ll brew her a pot—"
Seeing this, Li Yingling hesitated. "Master… are you sure you don’t want to think this over?"
Standing silently at the doorway, Li Xingtian sensed something off. He stepped forward, carefully examining the child in his senior sister’s arms before pressing a finger lightly against the girl’s forehead.
After assessing the situation, he spoke. "Master, let me handle this."
Chu Xingchen paused mid-motion, turning a puzzled gaze toward his second disciple. "You know healing arts?"
"No. But her condition happens to be something I can resolve."
Li Xingtian was certain the issue lay in the girl’s blood qi and physical form—a problem his orthodox cultivation method could address.
Taking his disciple’s confidence at face value, Chu Xingchen relented. "Then give it a try…"
Li Xingtian nodded, taking the child from his senior sister and carrying her to his room, where he laid her on the bed.
Chu Xingchen and Li Yingling followed.
With a deep breath, crimson spiritual energy surged around Li Xingtian before slowly enveloping the little girl, then abruptly invading her body.
A series of cracking sounds—bones and tendons realigning—echoed from her body.
The noise made Li Yingling wince.
After roughly three-quarters of an hour, Li Xingtian withdrew his energy and exhaled. "It’s done. Should I wake her now, Master?"
After a brief hesitation, Chu Xingchen nodded. "If you can, then try."
Li Xingtian pressed a finger to the girl’s forehead, sending a faint pulse of spiritual energy into her.
Instantly, her eyes snapped open, and she gasped for air.
In a panic, she scrambled upright, her gaze darting around the room in terror.
A hoarse, wordless sound escaped her lips. "Ah… ah…"
Chu Xingchen frowned and scanned her again with his system.
[Target: ???]
[Cultivation: None]
[Orange Trait: Heaven-Bewitching Enchantress]
[Trait: ???]
[Trait: ???]
[Temporary Black Trait: Weakness]
[Conditions for taking as disciple met.]
The two life-threatening traits had vanished, at least.
But what did the question marks for the target mean?
After a moment’s thought, Chu Xingchen spoke. "Your new junior sister’s name is… Chen Baiqing."
Li Yingling nodded, then immediately pulled her intimidating junior brother behind her.
Surely, it was Li Xingtian’s fierce appearance that had frightened their new sister.
"Little junior sister Chen Baiqing… I’m your senior sister. Don’t be afraid. You’re home now."
Gently, Li Yingling reached out, her hand hovering as if to stroke the girl’s head.
Chu Xingchen scanned the girl once more. This time, the target field read: [Target: Chen Baiqing].
So that’s how it worked.
Likely, the two question-marked traits were yet to be cultivated.
The little girl stared at Li Yingling—her expression kind, her gaze sincere.
If the cold-faced man had felt distant and unfeeling, this sister exuded warmth, a comfort that felt instinctive, something her heart instinctively trusted.
Slowly, she reached out, her small fingers brushing Li Yingling’s hand. Her voice was soft, uncertain.
"Se… senior sister?"
Li Yingling’s smile brightened instantly.
Seeing this, Chu Xingchen quickly stepped forward. He’d poured nearly all his spirit stones into Chen Baiqing—the thought still pained him.
Now was the time to secure his status as her master.
Chu Xingchen gazed at Chen Baiqing with sincere and fervent eyes: "I am your master now. Call me 'Master.'"
Chen Baiqing turned her head slightly to look at him and suddenly realized—was he actually... feeling pity for her?
Was this someone who truly cared for her?
She reached out her other hand toward Chu Xingchen, her voice just as gentle: "Mas... Master?"
[Disciple Successfully Accepted]
As the notification echoed, Chu Xingchen, deeply moved, stretched out his hand and grasped Chen Baiqing’s other hand.
This way, it was an absolute win!
Only Li Xingtian stood behind the two of them... Why had a new junior sister appeared?
And why did he still feel so... excluded?
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