[That’s right. Failure will trigger a punishment game.]
[After binding to the system, you once swore upon your Dao Heart to abide by the rules set by the system. If you fail to carry out the punishment game, your Dao Heart will suffer severe damage.]
[In minor cases, cracks will appear. In serious cases, it will shatter completely.]
Xia Ningbing’s brows furrowed slightly before relaxing.
For a cultivator, the shattering of one’s Dao Heart carried immense consequences.
Once the Dao Heart was damaged, cultivation would stagnate or even regress. Repairing it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
She understood the stakes clearly and would never gamble with her own path of cultivation.
But so what?
She was a dignified Immortal Emperor of her generation. How could she possibly lose to Mo Yu?
The outcome had long been decided.
She slowly closed her eyes, concealing her deep purple pupils, and immersed herself once more in cultivation.
In this lifetime, she would temper every realm to perfection, leaving not the slightest regret.
With the most flawless posture, she would step into that supreme realm.
…
Mo Yu carried the petite Su Meier in his arms as he walked down the mountain step by step.
No wonder Third Senior Sister was always so cold. So she was the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor.
“Hahaha! Xiao Yu!”
A hearty laugh suddenly rang out, interrupting Mo Yu’s thoughts.
That voice… It was Sheng Xuzi, sect master of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land. Mo Yu looked toward the source and halted his steps.
An elderly man in a dark Daoist robe drifted over gracefully. It was indeed Sheng Xuzi.
His face was kind, his eyes bright and sharp. With his immortal bearing and scholarly aura, he was the very image of a sect master in the cultivation world.
Beside him stood a young maiden, graceful and poised, her lively eyes curiously observing Mo Yu.
Before Mo Yu could speak, Sheng Xuzi eagerly said, “Xiao Yu, come take a look. This is the disciple I recently accepted, Ling Luo.”
“She is already in the Nascent Soul Realm at just twenty-eight years old. Compared to that Sword Son of the Sword Sect, she is only a little behind.”
His tone was full of pride.
Turning to the girl, he said kindly, “Ling Luo, this is your… Junior Martial Uncle Mo Yu, the current Holy Son of our Heavenly Profound Holy Land.”
The girl gave Mo Yu a graceful bow, her voice clear and pleasant. “Ling Luo greets Junior Martial Uncle.”
Mo Yu’s gaze rested on Ling Luo.
She wore a simple yet elegant dress that outlined her graceful figure. Her appearance was pure and refined, like a lotus emerging from water.
Her large, watery eyes were clear and spotless, giving her the gentle air of a girl next door.
Mo Yu inclined his head slightly and cupped his hands in greeting. “Congratulations, Senior Brother, on gaining such a fine disciple.”
Sheng Xuzi stroked his beard and smiled. “I intend to establish her as the Saintess and nurture her as the future successor of the sect…”
Mo Yu said, “Senior Brother has finally found a successor. That is truly cause for celebration.”
A trace of regret appeared on Sheng Xuzi’s face. “Although you will not be able to become the sect master of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land in the future, do not lose heart… Eh?”
He suddenly froze, his mouth slightly open, and asked in surprise, “Xiao Yu, you… you have reached the 8th stage Golden Core Realm?”
His voice rose sharply, unable to conceal his shock.
“I was fortunate to encounter some opportunities while outside,” Mo Yu replied calmly.
“Not that. I merely went into closed-door cultivation, and you went from having no cultivation for three consecutive years to directly reaching the 8th stage Golden Core Realm? You’re only twenty-four, right?”
Sheng Xuzi’s face was filled with disbelief.
Even the current number one in the Nascent Soul Realm, that Sword Son of the Sword Sect, had cultivated from birth and only entered the Nascent Soul Realm at twenty-four.
Mo Yu was also twenty-four. He began cultivating at four, formed his Golden Core at fourteen, then experienced three years of decline. Now, within seven years, he had returned to the 8th stage Golden Core Realm.
Did this not mean Mo Yu was the greatest genius the Heavenly Mystic Continent had seen in millions of years?
As for his monstrous senior sisters, their ages were unclear, so he set them aside for now.
But judging from their current cultivation speed, even they might not surpass Mo Yu.
He forcibly suppressed his inner shock.
Perhaps it was simply luck. Perhaps he had encountered some great opportunity.
With careful cultivation in the Holy Land, Ling Luo might one day stand shoulder to shoulder with Mo Yu, or even surpass him.
Besides, Mo Yu acted recklessly and was not the best candidate to lead a sect.
He silently comforted himself.
Mo Yu studied Ling Luo with interest, and Ling Luo met his gaze without hesitation. Their eyes met in midair.
Since the system did not mention that she was a Fated Woman of Destiny, it meant she had nothing to do with him.
He opened Ling Luo’s system panel.
[Name: Ye Lingluo]
[Destiny: Purple]
[Description: Saintess of the Demonic Sect, sent to infiltrate the Heavenly Profound Holy Land. Skilled in disguise and transformation. Possesses the Thousand-Transformation Demonic Body. Not a high-quality cultivation furnace, but role-playing offers its own unique charm.]
“Cough…”
Seeing the system’s description, Mo Yu nearly choked on his own saliva.
“Xiao Yu, what’s wrong?” Sheng Xuzi asked in confusion.
“N-Nothing.”
Mo Yu looked at Sheng Xuzi with a strange expression.
Poor kidney-deficient Senior Brother. Instead of spending energy going out to find a successor, he would be better off doing it himself and having one.
He discreetly glanced at Ye Lingluo and sighed inwardly.
Her disguise was flawless. Without the system’s hint, even he wouldn’t have been able to see through it.
Ye Lingluo, meanwhile, stared straight at Mo Yu.
So this was the legendary number one genius of the younger generation on the Heavenly Mystic Continent?
Aside from his handsome face, there did not seem to be anything particularly special.
Sure enough, the true number one of this generation should be her.
Although she appeared slightly inferior to the Sword Son on the surface, deep down she had always believed she was superior.
Moreover, she had not yet used the cultivation techniques of the Demonic Sect. Once she did, her cultivation speed would only accelerate further.
Her gaze shifted to the sleeping white fox in Mo Yu’s arms.
A white fox of the demon race, Mo Yu’s Senior Sister Su Meier. Her strength was unknown.
But judging from her lazy appearance, she likely posed no real threat.
“Alright, Xiao Yu, we are leaving,” Sheng Xuzi said, breaking the silence between them.
He waved his wide sleeve, and a gentle light enveloped Ye Lingluo.
Their figures vanished from the spot and transformed into a streak of light that shot into the distance.
Mo Yu gazed at the direction in which Ye Lingluo disappeared, deep in thought.
When should he give the Demonic Sect a surprise?
He wondered which faction had sent her.
After some consideration, Mo Yu decided to set the matter aside for now.
His immediate priority was cultivation, then seeking out the Qin family.
The Qin family was very likely connected to evil cultivators.
If eight out of ten demonic cultivators were bad, then among evil cultivators, even killing all ten would still leave some hidden.
He found an open clearing on the mountain and gently placed Su Meier down.
“Sister Meier, I’m about to break through.”
Su Meier stretched lazily and nodded lightly, her voice carrying a hint of allure. “Little brother, once you finish breaking through, remember to call your sister~”
With that, she curled up and fell asleep once more.