“So you’re Lin Zhixue?” Chu Ying’s expression wasn’t exactly friendly. This was the woman who said she’d break his third leg, right?
Seeing the look in Chu Ying’s eyes, Lin Zhixue’s heart skipped a beat. By now, how could she not understand? It was this No.1 Holy Son Candidate who had taken her mission slip—and not only that, he had completed it and retrieved the Frostjade Ginseng!
But what she had said outside earlier… he had clearly heard it.
“Since the mission issuer is here, I’ll leave the handover to you two,” Elder Xu smiled slightly. As a third party, the Mission Hall had already collected its commission from Lin Zhixue—his part was done.
Chu Ying curled his lips, picked up his Frostjade Ginseng, and walked out of the Mission Hall.
Lin Zhixue quickly chased after him and blocked his path, pleading, “Brother Chu, please wait! What I said earlier was my fault, please forgive me.”
Chu Ying glanced at her and said indifferently, “Didn’t the Holy Son Candidate say she was going to break my third leg? What, did my third leg offend you somehow?”
Lin Zhixue’s delicate face flushed red. She knew perfectly well what the “third leg” meant, but hearing Chu Ying mention it so directly made her feel a bit shy.
“N-No… I’m sorry, Brother Chu.” Lin Zhixue looked apologetic but didn’t know how to explain herself.
How could she have known it was Chu Ying, the No.1 Holy Son Candidate, who would take the mission slip? Who could’ve guessed he’d actually complete it?
Chu Ying snorted coldly, his voice tinged with ice, “And when exactly did I become Yao Ruoxi’s simp? Speak clearly!”
Lin Zhixue hesitated upon seeing how serious Chu Ying looked. Did he not know?
“If you don’t explain, forget about the Frostjade Ginseng. I’ll just keep it—your reward means nothing to me,” Chu Ying said nonchalantly.
Clenching her teeth, Lin Zhixue replied, “Among us Holy Son Candidates, that’s just… how everyone talks.”
“Talks how?”
“You shamelessly pursued Yao Ruoxi, giving her your monthly cultivation resources… with no boundaries, like a licking dog… even Yao Ruoxi herself admits you’re her simp,” Lin Zhixue said while observing Chu Ying’s expression.
Chu Ying’s face shifted from indifferent to cold, then returned to impassive calm.
“Heh. So being devoted is the same as being a simp…” Chu Ying’s eyes grew distant as he let out a self-mocking chuckle.
“Um… can I have the Frostjade Ginseng now?” Lin Zhixue asked carefully, her expression nervous.
“And what about my reward?” Chu Ying held up a sparkling, snow-white ginseng root.
Chu Ying had collected two Frostjade Ginsengs. As an incredibly rare Profound Grade spiritual herb, it was nearly as valuable as a top-tier Profound Grade herb. Frankly, the reward Lin Zhixue had offered was too little. Then again, she had also promised a personal favor—so it depended on how one viewed it. Read this novel at novelping dot com for the best experience.
“I’ll transfer it right away!” Lin Zhixue’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the Frostjade Ginseng. She quickly took out her identity jade token.
Chu Ying also took out his own identity jade token.
Moments later, Lin Zhixue transferred 1,500 contribution points to Chu Ying.
“Here are 10,000 spirit stones,” Lin Zhixue added as she took out a storage ring. “Brother Chu, I owe you a favor!”
After receiving the Frostjade Ginseng, Lin Zhixue beamed with gratitude.
Chu Ying glanced over her with a grin and said, “Favors are a bit too vague. Why not make it real—a kiss or a hug?”
Lin Zhixue’s smile froze.
“Kidding. Keep the favor for yourself,” Chu Ying waved it off and turned to leave.
The battle for the Holy Son position was just a few days away—he could still cultivate a bit more.
Watching Chu Ying’s back as he walked away, Lin Zhixue frowned slightly.
“This No.1 Holy Son Candidate… seems different from the rumors. Not only is he not crippled, but his personality…” She had always heard that his eyes were only for Yao Ruoxi. But then why did he flirt with her just now?
Shaking her head, she stopped overthinking it. There were still four days left—she had to refine this Frostjade Ginseng and break through to the Cave Heaven Realm!
The Holy Son Candidates had their tournament coming up, and the Holy Son Candidates weren’t the only ones—so did the Holy Son.
Although the Supreme Profound Holy Land already had a Saintess, the Holy Son still competed for ranks. Only the one who claimed the top rank could challenge the current Saintess. If she won, she could replace her.
…
That day, Chu Ying was cultivating on his peak.
When the horizon brightened with the first light of dawn and sunlight pierced through the clouds, he opened his eyes. His gaze was clear and sharp as starlight flashed within them.
“The day of the Holy Son tournament is here.”
During these few days of cultivation, he had opened his third Cave Heaven. However, there was still no Dharma Image within it yet, and his cultivation remained at the 1st stage Cave Heaven Realm.
“Archaic Sacred Body, I wonder how far you’ve progressed in ten days. If you think I’m done for and you’re safe now, you’re in for a rude awakening.”
Chu Ying left his peak and headed toward the competition grounds.
Supreme Profound Holy Land, Martial Combat Peak. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
It was one of the eighteen sacred peaks—an isolated place with a complete cultivation system of its own.
The Supreme Profound Holy Land had eighteen sacred peaks, thirty-six halls, and seventy-two pavilions.
Any disciple had the opportunity to join them—but only the opportunity. The requirements were extremely difficult to meet.
Take Martial Combat Peak, where the Holy Son Candidate Tournament was being held.
To join Martial Combat Peak, you had to meet two conditions.
The first was having reached the Cave Heaven Realm—this was a common requirement across all eighteen sacred peaks. While there were countless disciples in the Holy Land, most were outer sect or lower inner sect disciples below the Cave Heaven Realm.
Once inner sect disciples reached the Cave Heaven Realm, they were usually recruited into the sacred peaks.
The second condition was that your combat power had to exceed your cultivation level. If you were at the 1st stage Cave Heaven Realm, your combat power had to reach at least the 2nd stage!
That was Martial Combat Peak’s standard.
And it wasn’t just an entry requirement—it was an ongoing rule.
Even after joining Martial Combat Peak, disciples had to undergo periodic combat evaluations.
If you reached the 8th stage Cave Heaven Realm, then your combat strength had to be at least the 9th stage! Surpassing was fine, but falling short was unacceptable.
Fail once, and your cultivation resources would be cut. Fail twice in a row, and you’d be expelled from Martial Combat Peak entirely.
The eighteen sacred peaks were the very core of the Holy Land’s inheritance, so naturally, the standards were strict.
By now, many Holy Son Candidates had arrived at Martial Combat Peak.
The peak was equipped with a projection formation so that ordinary disciples who couldn’t enter could still watch the tournament.
“See him? That’s the No.2 Holy Son Candidate, Su Yichen! Now that Chu Ying is crippled, Su Yichen is the one most likely to claim the Holy Son title!”
“That one’s the No.3 Holy Son Candidate, Li Yifeng! Rumor has it he mastered the Minor Annihilation Sword Technique—one of the Holy Land’s top ten lower Profound Grade martial arts, and a simplified version of the Great Annihilation Sword Technique!”
“Look, look! The Holy Sons are arriving too!”