"Mm." Duan Lingyun's face showed awkwardness, a flicker of unreadable emotion passing through her eyes.
"Turn around. I'll help you circulate your qi." Little Wei patted Duan Lingyun's shoulder, signaling her to turn.
Even if she was hopeless, at the very least, she should reach the Foundation Establishment stage before death.
Among cultivators, it might not count for much, but in the mortal world, she could still find a peaceful city and live comfortably for the rest of her life.
Little Wei had already mapped out Duan Lingyun's entire future.
Duan Lingyun's face paled slightly as she turned and sat cross-legged. Only then did Little Wei transfer a small stream of her own spiritual energy into Duan Lingyun—just a trickle.
It would help Duan Lingyun regulate her qi. If this little disciple messed up again, Little Wei would truly be at a loss for words.
But once the energy entered, Little Wei realized just how terrible Duan Lingyun's meridians were—like scrap metal, uneven and narrow. No wonder she kept misfiring her qi.
Little Wei abruptly withdrew her hand.
"This is a foundational issue. For now, you shouldn’t attempt qi circulation." Little Wei felt a headache coming on.
Hearing this, Duan Lingyun lowered her gaze, her fingers digging into her palms.
Was she about to be abandoned by her master?
Meanwhile, Little Wei finally dredged up something useful from the original owner’s memories—
Spirit Vein Fruit.
A fruit born from condensed spiritual energy, grown on trees in the frigid lands. A top-tier heavenly treasure, capable of nourishing meridians and healing old internal injuries. If taken alongside Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, it could even reconstruct damaged meridians.
For most people, the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit alone would suffice. But Duan Lingyun’s body was so frail that Little Wei feared she might keel over after swallowing one, leaving the entire sect to feast at her funeral.
Marrow-Cleansing Fruits weren’t hard to come by—the original owner had seven or eight in her spatial storage, gifts from the peak lords over the years.
But the Spirit Vein Fruit was another matter.
The extreme northern frostlands were treacherous—even mighty cultivators dared not venture there recklessly. But since the original owner specialized in ice techniques and had her staff, it shouldn’t be too much trouble.
Would cold-based attacks even count as attacks?
The real issue was that Spirit Vein Fruits were nearly impossible to preserve once plucked, which was why they were considered rare treasures.
Ugh, what a headache.
Seeing her master’s constant frown, Duan Lingyun’s heart sank. She knew how fortunate she was just to have been accepted into the Qingdao Sect with her wrecked body. She didn’t dare hope for more.
"Master, I can recover slowly on my own," Duan Lingyun offered.
Little Wei rolled her eyes. "Your condition is serious. For now, don’t attempt full-cycle cultivation—just use spiritual energy to nourish your meridians. I’ll go ask Sect Leader for advice."
She patted Duan Lingyun’s shoulder, a faint smile in her eyes. "Don’t worry. Since you’ve become my disciple, I’ll treat you like my own daughter. No need to call me ‘Dad,’ though—just listen to me."
Duan Lingyun: "…"
Somehow, she felt like she couldn’t keep up with her master’s erratic train of thought.
But still…
"Master… is there really a way to fix my meridians?" A sliver of hope colored Duan Lingyun’s voice.
"Mn. I know of a fruit that could help, but the place it grows is dangerous. I’ll ask Sect Leader if there’s an alternative." Little Wei’s tone was gentle.
"Okay." This time, a trace of joy brightened Duan Lingyun’s expression.
Seeing Duan Lingyun return to meditation, Little Wei finally took her leave.
The Qingdao Sect’s leader resided in Qingdao Peak, where the main hall stood. Finding him wasn’t difficult.
After all, the sect leader had just taken on a new disciple, Cheng Yuguang, and was currently lecturing him in the courtyard.
"Master, I understand." As Cheng Yuguang spoke, his refined yet stern master suddenly stood up, eyes alight with enthusiasm.
"Little Yi, what brings you here?"
Cheng Yuguang turned to see a girl of about fifteen or sixteen tilting her head at the courtyard entrance.
"Uncle." Little Wei grinned, her eyes crinkling.
For some reason, Helian Chi felt a chill down his spine. Why did this girl’s gaze seem so… scheming?
He wiped away imaginary sweat, hoping it was just his imagination.
"What do you need?" Helian Chi asked warmly.
"Let’s talk inside." Little Wei glanced at Cheng Yuguang meditating outside and nudged the tall Helian Chi.
Without question, Helian Chi led her into the main hall.
"What’s so secretive that you can’t say it out there?" Helian Chi chuckled, sipping his tea.
"Uncle, does the sect have anything like Spirit Vein Fruit?" Little Wei grabbed his arm and shook it.
"What do you need that for?" Helian Chi arched a brow. "For your little disciple?"
He thought for a moment—only that would make this lazy girl come running.
He hadn’t expected her to care so much. It was… unexpected.
"So you’ll give it to me?" Little Wei perked up instantly.
Helian Chi fell silent.
"I don’t have Spirit Vein Fruit, but I do have Spirit Vein Pills. You should be grateful our sect is the best—we have everything. This is a sixth-grade pill. Back then, the old alchemy master only refined five. Three remain in the sect. If there were only one left, I wouldn’t give it to you."
Helian Chi snorted and ruffled Little Wei’s hair.
"Come, I’ll take you to get it."
He had always indulged Gu Tianyi.
Little Wei beamed.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Now her unlucky disciple could cultivate properly.
Helian Chi huffed but said nothing more, leading her into his study.
The hidden chamber lay behind the bookshelves. As Little Wei followed, her gaze caught on a name—
Gu Wei…
Wait.
She froze, staring at the portrait on the wall—a young man reclining against a stone pillar by a stream, eyes half-lidded, exuding tranquility.
His features carried the grace of distant mountains, sending a jolt through Little Wei’s heart.
Gu Wei… that was her name too.
Could she be…?
Before she could ponder further, Helian Chi called out, "Why are you dawdling? Hurry up."
"Coming!" She rushed after him.
The chamber was about the same size as the study. Against the far wall was a bed, while the right side held bookshelves and pill racks—clearly Helian Chi’s private treasures.
Most walls were adorned with luminous pearls or decorations, except for one conspicuously blank space behind the desk.
Little Wei’s eyes lingered on it. For some reason, she felt something should be there.
A clean rectangular patch on the stone suggested something had been removed—likely a portrait.
But… whose portrait?
Helian Chi, having retrieved the pill, noticed her staring.
"Strange. Where’s the portrait that was hanging here?" He frowned.
This site is about to undergo a major upgrade, adding more books and timely chapter updates.
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."
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
