Dongfang Che said, “You were picked up by Master. Your home is right here.”
Luo Qingyan: “…”
So she had nowhere else to go, was that it?
The prevailing custom in the Cultivation World was to be utterly loyal to one’s sect—eat the sect’s food, learn the sect’s teachings—how could one simply leave as they pleased? The various sects had joined forces to establish immortal registries for cultivators. If one abandoned their sect without cause, other sects typically wouldn’t take them in either, leaving them to become rogue cultivators.
And her cultivation was at the First Level of Qi Refining. At that level, wandering the world meant not only going hungry but also being easily killed by Demonic Cultivators.
So she could only stay at the Ask-Immortal Sect and face that world-destroying sword strike from Mo Chenxue…
Luo Qingyan couldn’t help but curse inwardly: Mo Chenxue, I’ll curse your ancestors to the ninth generation!!
At Mystic Sword Peak, Mo Chenxue had just swapped in a new teacup.
An icy voice came from the Sea of Consciousness.
[Affection -5]
[Host’s current affection: -95%]
Mo Chenxue: “…”
Is this never going to end?
His five fingers clenched, and the teacup in his hand was crushed to pieces once again!
The disciples nearby stared in stunned disbelief.
What’s wrong with Senior Brother Chenxue today…
He’s crushed two teacups in a row!
On the other side.
Luo Qingyan finished eating the Spirit Fruit, and a decision had formed in her mind.
—She couldn’t just wait to die; she had to survive!
There were still three years. If she could cultivate madly and advance within those three years, then when the time came to wander the world, her survival rate would be much higher!
Luo Qingyan suddenly grabbed Dongfang Che’s hand, her gaze burning like a torch:
“Second Senior Brother, I’ve thought it through. Even though our results have always been consistent, we can’t afford to slack off. We need to cultivate hard!”
Dongfang Che just took it as her talking nonsense and brushed it off: “Mm, sure, cultivate, cultivate…”
Luo Qingyan said, “Quick, take me to see Master. Tell him we’re determined to strive for improvement!”
Dongfang Che led her to the master’s courtyard.
On the way, Luo Qingyan felt a bit nervous.
—As for the master of Joyful Peak, the original novel hadn’t described him at all. She had no idea what kind of person he was.
With disciples this lackluster, the master’s teaching ability probably wasn’t all that reliable either.
But he was still one of the several peak masters of the Ask-Immortal Sect. Even if his abilities fell short of the other peak masters, he should still have some special skills to teach his disciples, right?
Luo Qingyan silently swore to herself: “No matter how Master teaches, I will definitely learn well!!”
They arrived at the master’s courtyard.
Dongfang Che didn’t enter the house but walked straight toward the backyard.
In the backyard stood a grave overgrown with green grass.
Dongfang Che knelt before the grave: “Master, I’ve brought Little Junior Sister to see you.”
Luo Qingyan: “…?”
Master was… already buried in the ground!?
Dongfang Che reached out and pulled up a few tufts of grass, his tone sorrowful: “Master, it’s been several days since I last came. Look at the grass on your grave—it’s grown so tall again…”
Luo Qingyan stood frozen in place, her expression gradually cracking.
She had mentally prepared herself so thoroughly—no matter how badly Master taught, she would study seriously.
But looking at Master’s current situation, what could he possibly teach her?
He couldn’t teach her anything at all…
Dongfang Che saw the look on her face as if she was about to cry.
He quickly tried to comfort her: “Little Junior Sister, don’t be too sad. Accept it and move on! Come, help me pull the weeds for Master.”
Luo Qingyan knelt before the grave, her eyes growing moist.
Dongfang Che sighed as he cleared the weeds: “Master is indeed highly cultivated—even the grass on his grave grows faster than others’!”
Luo Qingyan couldn’t help but ask, “What cultivation level was our Master? Nascent Soul or Spirit Severing?”
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Severing—these were the five levels of Immortal Cultivation on this continent.
Dongfang Che said, “Master only ever said his cultivation was profound during his lifetime, but he never revealed his specific realm.”
Luo Qingyan was secretly shocked. Master refused to reveal his realm—could he be a hidden expert above Spirit Severing who refused to Ascend?
Luo Qingyan couldn’t help but ask, “If Master’s cultivation was so high, then how did he pass away?”
Dongfang Che said, “A few years ago, a Demonic Cultivator snuck into Mystic Sword Peak. After being wounded by Senior Brother Mo Chenxue, he fled to our Joyful Peak and ran straight into Master…”
“Master stepped forward to stop him, and was killed in one move.”
Luo Qingyan: “…”
Brother, are you really not joking here??
Master actually died at the hands of a nameless Demonic Cultivator—and one that had already been crippled by Mo Chenxue!
Mo Chenxue’s current cultivation was Nascent Soul. Calculating from that, Master’s cultivation…
Could it be that he was only at Foundation Establishment?
Dongfang Che said regretfully, “Alas, Master passed away in the prime of his life just like that.”
He then took out folded spirit money and burned it before the grave: “Master, Little Junior Sister and I have come to send you money. Take good care of it, don’t let others snatch it away… After all, with your cultivation, who knows if it’ll be enough down there…”
Luo Qingyan knelt beside him, silent and speechless, tears streaming down her face.
After burning the spirit money for Master.
Luo Qingyan calmed the surging emotions within her and asked him again, “Besides the two of us, who else is on Joyful Peak? You’re Second Senior Brother—what about the eldest senior brother?”
Dongfang Che said, “Counting Master, our Joyful Peak has four people in total. There’s also an eldest senior brother. I’ll take you to find him.”
Hope reignited in Luo Qingyan’s heart.
—Even if Master is gone, the Senior Brother can still guide the junior disciples in their cultivation!
Arriving at the Senior Brother’s courtyard, Dongfang Che pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Luo Qingyan let out a slight sigh of relief.
At least this time, they weren’t heading toward the graves in the back courtyard.
The room was elegantly arranged and spotlessly clean, showing that its owner valued a refined quality of life.
Luo Qingyan followed Dongfang Che into the inner chamber, where she saw the Senior Brother lying on the bed with his eyes closed, appearing to be asleep.
He was a tall, slender young man with a handsome face, dressed in the white robes of the Immortal Sect, exuding an extraordinary elegance. He lay there quietly, like a jade tree in full bloom, the very picture of a flawless noble son.
“Wow!”
Luo Qingyan gasped in admiration. So handsome!
Just by looks alone, he seemed incredibly formidable!
The Senior Brother must be really powerful!