The Bold Seven Elders

"Senior Brother, quickly see if you recognize this person."

Li Chuan stopped at the mountain gate of the Yin-Yang Sect and asked the gatekeeping disciple.

The disciple took one look at the man on his back, and his expression immediately changed: "This is Senior Brother He Fenglin, a core disciple of the inner sect and a direct disciple of the Seventh Elder. Who injured him?"

"I don’t know. I just happened to find him. Senior Brother, please take me to the Seventh Elder so he can treat He Fenglin."

"Alright, follow me."

Li Chuan hadn’t expected that the person he randomly rescued would have such a significant background.

No matter the time or place, connections always mattered where people gathered.

To put it simply, take Zhou Hanhe and Zhao Mingxuan from the Mission Hall—without some pull, they wouldn’t have landed such positions.

Those like Mo Xiangling, who earned their positions through sheer talent, were rare. After all, her reputation was well-known throughout the sect.

But how many in this world possessed such formidable innate talent? Most were just ordinary faces in the crowd.

Following the gatekeeping disciple, they swiftly flew into the inner sect.

The spiritual energy here was far denser than in the outer sect. Unfortunately, ordinary Qi Refinement disciples weren’t qualified to cultivate here—only those with exceptional talent had the privilege.

Like Mo Xiangling.

The gatekeeping disciple was an inner sect Foundation Establishment cultivator himself. Under his lead, they soon arrived at a mountain peak teeming with birdsong and floral fragrance.

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, Senior Brother He Fenglin is severely injured and requires treatment," the disciple called out respectfully, stopping with Li Chuan just outside the peak.

Soon, several men and women emerged, flying toward them.

The women were beautiful, the men handsome—Li Chuan couldn’t help but marvel inwardly again.

"What happened to Fifth Junior Brother?"

"What’s wrong with Fifth Senior Brother?"

Their faces were filled with concern. Seeing that someone had responded, the gatekeeping disciple led Li Chuan onto the peak.

As the group tended to He Fenglin, Li Chuan took the chance to discreetly survey his surroundings.

This was his first time in such a place. The spiritual energy here was even more concentrated than elsewhere—cultivating here would yield twice the results with half the effort.

Of course, that wasn’t the only difference. Just the colorful flowers, plants, and vines in the distance were all spirit herbs. A rough estimate put their value at tens of thousands.

And that was just based on Li Chuan’s limited knowledge of first-grade spirit herbs. How many second or third-grade ones were hidden among them, he couldn’t say.

His gaze paused briefly on a few distant plants, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly looked away.

The spirit herbs on an elder’s peak were surely tended by expert herbalists. Best not to meddle.

Just as he averted his eyes, his peripheral vision caught a stunning figure beneath the eaves nearby. The words "holy shit" nearly slipped out.

Under the eaves, a graceful woman walked toward them with elegant steps.

Her delicate features were striking—a petite nose like morning dew, lips as red as cherries, arched brows like distant mountains, and sharp, almond-shaped eyes that carried a hint of severity. Her hair was coiled atop her head, lending her an air of dignified beauty.

Yet, her translucent white robes revealed glimpses of fair skin, leaving Li Chuan utterly dumbstruck.

To make matters worse, a jade-inlaid purple belt cinched her waist, drawing even more attention. It was hard to know where to look.

At that moment, a female disciple beside Li Chuan called out to the woman: "Master, Junior Brother He was injured by someone unknown. We’ve given him healing pills, but he still hasn’t woken."

The gatekeeping disciple also bowed deeply. "Greetings, Seventh Elder."

Li Chuan snapped out of it and hastily followed suit. "Greetings, Seventh Elder."

He hadn’t expected this woman to be the Seventh Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect’s Min Mountain branch.

Damn it all... A sect elder dressing like this? This was... this was just too damn perfect.

Li Chuan suddenly realized something—his previous status had been too low to ever witness high-level play.

Now he saw how the elites operated!

No wonder those female Qi Refinement disciples in the Yin-Yang Sect struggled with slow cultivation progress.

Their awareness was just lacking.

Look at the Seventh Elder—flawless figure, stunning looks, formidable strength, lofty status, and... generous proportions.

Now this was true enlightenment. Just look at how she dressed...

Noticing that the gatekeeping disciple kept his head lowered, and the male disciples did the same, Li Chuan resisted the urge to keep staring. He decided not to stand out.

If these senior brothers weren’t looking, there had to be a reason.

The wisdom of predecessors was often bought with painful lessons.

Soon, a pair of delicate, jade-like feet entered Li Chuan’s line of sight as the Seventh Elder stopped before him.

A voice, cool yet carrying a hint of allure, spoke: "It’s fine. His injuries are stabilized. He hasn’t woken because his spirit was severely depleted. He’ll recover after some rest."

"Were you the one who brought Fenglin back?"

Sensing her gaze, Li Chuan quickly replied, "Yes, Seventh Elder. This disciple was cultivating by a stream twenty li away when I saw Senior Brother He floating downstream, so I carried him back."

"Did you see who injured him?"

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, no. At the time, I didn’t sense any unfamiliar presence nearby."

"If I recall correctly, your name is Li Chuan, isn’t it?"

The Seventh Elder’s sudden mention of his name startled him. Seizing the chance, he looked up at that exquisite face and asked in surprise, "Seventh Elder, you know of this disciple?"

Inevitably, his gaze drifted downward now and then. Though the crucial details remained obscured...

But obscurity had its own charm. Obscurity had its own allure.

"When you first joined our Yin-Yang Sect, I even argued with the Fourth Elder over you. Do you think I wouldn’t know you?" Mu Yuling looked at him with a meaningful smile.

Li Chuan was stunned. This was his first time meeting Mu Yuling, and he had no knowledge of the incident she mentioned.

"The Seventh Elder... argued over me?" His eyes filled with confusion.

The other disciples present also stared at Li Chuan in astonishment, surprised that Mu Yuling had once clashed with the Fourth Elder on his behalf.