While Master Xueyue was explaining the matters of the Ten Sects Grand Competition to the three disciples, a streak of light landed at the entrance of the hall—it was Ling Yun, returning from the Spiritual Peak. If the Heavenly Dao Sect had any commendable aspect, it was that every inner sect disciple could receive a pseudo flying sword for free. Even outer sect disciples could exchange for one after accumulating enough sect contribution. Though this type of sword had little combat ability, it could still be powered by internal Qi to allow short flights. Of course, if a disciple stepped into the Origin Spirit Realm and their Gang Qi gained spirituality, they would be granted a true flying sword—a genuine treasure capable of flight.
However, even pseudo flying swords varied in quality. The one in Ling Yun’s hand was the most basic kind. But the ones Yan Shan and the others used were different. Back then, the pseudo flying swords they received were personally requested by Master Xueyue from the Peak Master of Chiyan Peak, a master of weapon refinement. Though they were pseudo flying swords initially, once Yan Shan and the others reached the Origin Spirit Realm and tempered them with Gang Qi, the swords automatically transformed into true flying swords.
Ling Yun glanced at the sword in his hand with an unreadable smile. Then, his face turned pale as he stepped into the main hall. The sudden sound of footsteps interrupted Master Xueyue’s explanation. She looked toward the doorway with slight displeasure, just in time to see Ling Yun’s pale face.
“Senior Brother, Master clearly told us to return to Snow Moon Peak as soon as we received the message. Why are you late?” Huangfu Ying asked in surprise upon seeing Ling Yun. However, she didn’t mention that the three of them had only arrived at the last minute themselves. Nor did any of them suggest waiting for Ling Yun when Master Xueyue began discussing the Ten Sects Grand Competition.
Yan Shan and Song Yushu also turned their eyes toward Ling Yun, clearly displeased. Just now, Master Xueyue had reached a key point in her explanation when Ling Yun’s footsteps interrupted her.
“Ling Yun, I had clearly set the time. Why are you late?” Master Xueyue looked at him, her tone calm and emotionless.
“Master, I was ambushed by a beast on the way back. That’s why I was delayed. I ask for your forgiveness.” Ling Yun coughed a few times, his face flushing unnaturally.
“Injured?” Master Xueyue’s brows furrowed slightly. In a flash, she appeared in front of Ling Yun and placed a hand on his shoulder. A strand of cool spiritual Qi flowed into Ling Yun’s body through his shoulder, quickly circulating within him. Master Xueyue withdrew her hand, her expression slightly grim. She could feel that Ling Yun’s Gang Qi was in complete disarray, even showing signs of falling back into the realm of internal Qi. This was clearly the result of damage to his foundation. It seemed that the enemy Ling Yun faced had been exceptionally difficult, leaving him with such injuries.
“His foundation is damaged? Then isn’t Senior Brother in danger? Why didn’t he take a pill to suppress the injury right away? If his cultivation drops, that’ll be serious.” Huangfu Ying looked at Ling Yun, but made no move to help. Right now, Ling Yun’s cultivation was unstable due to foundation damage. With a pill that could repair the foundation, stabilizing the injury wouldn’t be difficult. However, such pills were incredibly rare—ordinary disciples simply couldn’t afford them.
Ling Yun’s gaze swept subtly across his three junior disciples. Deep within his eyes flashed a trace of mockery. He wasn’t sure if Master Xueyue had such pills, but he knew that in the storage pouches of these three, there was one pill each capable of repairing a damaged foundation. Those pills were obtained through great effort by Ling Yun himself, exchanged from the Pill Peak using a large amount of sect contribution. In the end, he had managed to get only three pills—and gave one to each of them. You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
Yet looking at their current expressions, none of them showed the slightest intention of giving him one.
“Heh, they really are ungrateful traitors,” Yun Xi said, suddenly appearing at Ling Yun’s side. Unless she allowed it, no one aside from Ling Yun could detect her presence. Now, she stood in the main hall, watching Ling Yun’s so-called junior disciples with great interest.
“What a pity. The damage to your foundation is too severe. Even if you use a spiritual pill to repair it, you may never return to your original state. Your path to the Origin Spirit Realm is likely severed for life,” Master Xueyue said softly as she looked at Ling Yun.
Ling Yun’s eyes trembled slightly upon hearing this. It was as if the light in them began to dim.
“Master, is there truly no other way?” Ling Yun asked, his voice carrying a trace of hope.
Master Xueyue’s eyes flickered with hesitation as she looked at him, but in the end, she gently shook her head. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“Tsk tsk, looks like your master isn’t all that great either,” Yun Xi said, shaking her head. “All those years of master-disciple affection can’t compare to a single spiritual pill that repairs the foundation.”
Though Ling Yun’s injuries appeared severe, they weren’t beyond help as Master Xueyue claimed. The Pill Peak of the Heavenly Dao Sect was one of the most elite forces on the Azure Profound Continent. Though Ling Yun’s case looked dire, his cultivation was only at the Gang Qi Realm, and his constitution wasn’t some rare or special one. If Master Xueyue stepped in personally, the Peak Master of Pill Peak would likely offer a favor and refine a pill to repair Ling Yun’s foundation. He might even be able to break through and rise to the Origin Spirit Realm as a result.
Seeing Master Xueyue shake her head, the light in Ling Yun’s eyes dimmed further.
After a long silence, Ling Yun finally spoke with some difficulty, “Master, I want to leave the mountain.”
“Leave the mountain?” Master Xueyue was taken aback.
“Leave the mountain?” Yan Shan and the others were also startled. For Ling Yun to mention leaving the mountain now didn’t just mean going on a journey—it meant he intended to leave the sect entirely.
After the initial shock, Yan Shan’s mood shifted into excitement. He had always been dissatisfied with Ling Yun, believing he surpassed him in both cultivation and talent. Ling Yun only became the Chief Disciple of Snow Moon Peak because he joined earlier. If Ling Yun left, then he would become the new Chief Disciple of Snow Moon Peak.
At this thought, Yan Shan’s gaze turned eager. He stared at Master Xueyue, wishing he could agree to Ling Yun’s departure on her behalf.