Over the past two days, Mo Chenxue’s favorability rating had already plummeted to -99%.
With a calm expression, Mo Chenxue summoned a junior disciple and spoke in a composed tone.
“Take this box of pills to Joyful Peak and deliver it to Junior Sister Luo Qingyan. Also, inform her that in one month’s time, at the sect trial, any disciple who fails to pass the examination will be punished with work at the spirit mine.”
He paused briefly, then added flatly, “Tell her to cultivate diligently. I do not wish to see any junior brother or sister punished.”
The disciple took the box and, upon leaving, secretly opened the lid—and was instantly stunned.
Inside were two large bottles of top-grade Spirit Supplementing Pills!
This was the most extravagant supplement in the entire Ask-Immortal Sect. Consuming a single bottle could likely allow one’s cultivation to directly advance a minor realm!
Everyone knew that Luo Qingyan’s cultivation was dead last in the Ask-Immortal Sect. Yet Senior Brother Chenxue was still willing to look after someone like her, even gifting her such premium pills…
The disciple swallowed hard, sighing inwardly. Senior Brother Chenxue is truly too kind! Luo Qingyan must be absolutely overwhelmed with gratitude!
…
At Joyful Peak, Luo Qingyan and Dongfang Che were cultivating when a disciple came flying in on a sword.
“Senior Brother from Mystic Sword Peak?” Luo Qingyan looked at the dark identity token at his waist. “Is something the matter?”
“In one month, the sect trial will take place. All disciples who have been in the Ask-Immortal Sect for more than three years but fewer than ten must participate—and the two of you are among them.”
He paused, then continued, “The sect has discovered a new spirit mine in the Great Wilderness and is short of workers. If you fail the trial, you will be punished with work at the mine!”
“What?!”
Dongfang Che was shocked.
Mining was the hardest, most grueling labor imaginable—no one wanted to do it.
Dongfang Che couldn’t help but ask, “How long would we have to work at the mine?”
“One year.”
Luo Qingyan narrowed her eyes. She only had three years—she couldn’t afford to waste one of them mining…
Fortunately, she had read the script and knew the trial process. As long as she prepared with a clear strategy, she had no fear of failing.
Dongfang Che was already shouting, “A whole year of mining? That punishment is way too cruel!”
The Mystic Sword Peak disciple sneered coldly. “The sect’s cultivation resources are reserved for its elites. Disciples who fail the trial are nothing but trash—and trash belongs in the mines!”
He looked at Dongfang Che and Luo Qingyan, a flicker of mockery flashing in his eyes.
These two were the worst of the worst in the entire sect!
Hearing this, Luo Qingyan sighed inwardly.
Elites?
The foremost elite of the Ask-Immortal Sect, Mo Chenxue, would one day become the demon who slaughtered his own sect!
Oh, and of course, there was another elite—the great heroine, Senior Sister Huo Li.
Huo Li was also a genius, also cultivating at Mystic Sword Peak. The sect master had two true disciples: one was Mo Chenxue, and the other was Huo Li.
And yet, when she returned from an external mission and learned that Mo Chenxue had murdered his master and massacred the sect, she didn’t even think of avenging the dead or eliminating the villain. Instead, driven by her own ambition, she chose to forgive and ally with the murderer…
Truly pitiful and lamentable!
The Mystic Sword Peak disciple shoved the box into Luo Qingyan’s arms. “This is from Senior Brother Chenxue. He hopes you’ll pass the trial and not let his kindness go to waste.”
With that, he flew off on his sword, his tone dripping with envy.
Luo Qingyan opened the lid.
Inside the box sat two bottles of pills, each bearing a large golden character: “Supplement.”
Dongfang Che’s eyes went wide. “This packaging… could it be the legendary top-grade Spirit Supplementing Pills?!”
Top-grade Spirit Supplementing Pills were exorbitantly expensive—disciples had to achieve outstanding results on missions just to earn a single one…
And Senior Brother Chenxue had gifted the junior sister two entire large bottles at once!
Luo Qingyan was equally stunned.
Had the noble consort lost his mind?
Why would he give her so many precious pills?
Dongfang Che couldn’t help but marvel, “Senior Brother Chenxue truly lives up to his title as chief disciple. He always treats the sect’s welfare as his own duty. This time, he must have known the junior sister’s results were poor, so he came to show his care!”
Luo Qingyan: “Heh heh heh, now I understand…”
That hypocrite was a master at cultivating his image as a kind and loving senior brother. Everyone in the Ask-Immortal Sect sang endless praises of his character. Now, with the trial approaching, he deliberately chose to show warmth to the weakest junior sister—using her incompetence to highlight his own kindness. Look—Senior Brother Chenxue never abandons anyone!
In doing so, everyone would trust him even more, letting their guard down completely…
Utterly hypocritical and cunning—an immortal face hiding a beast’s heart!!
[Favorability -1]
At Mystic Sword Peak.
Mo Chenxue was cultivating with his eyes closed when the system’s icy voice echoed through his Sea of Consciousness.
[Host’s current favorability: -100%]
[Warning: Host’s favorability has reached the minimum value.]
Mo Chenxue’s eyes snapped open.
Chaotic spiritual energy surged wildly through his meridians. Unable to hold it back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Luo Qingyan…”
His long, slender fingers clenched tightly.
He had sent her generous gifts, and instead of rising, her favorability had dropped?!
Two bottles of top-grade Spirit Supplementing Pills—do you know what that meant? Enough to make any ordinary disciple kneel and call him father!
And she—not only refused to appreciate it, but she was displeased?
Mo Chenxue took a deep breath, his eyes sinking like an abyss.
A moment later, however, he let out a dark, sinister laugh.
His thumb slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Favorability at -100%? Fine then.
Since it had already dropped to the lowest value, then…
Next, there was nothing left to hold back, right?
…
Luo Qingyan took out a bottle of Spirit Supplementing Pills and handed it to Dongfang Che.
“Eat them now, right now, before that pervert changes his mind and takes them back.”
“Pervert?”
“Oh, I meant Senior Brother Chenxue. Slip of the tongue.”
Dongfang Che refused: “These are a gift from Senior Brother Chenxue to you. I won’t eat them… Mmm!”
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Qingyan had already opened the bottle cap and shoved the opening into his mouth.
“Open wide and take the medicine. I guarantee you’ll pass the trial.”
Dongfang Che was startled and whimpered: “What? You have a way to pass the trial?”
Luo Qingyan said: “Yes, on the condition that you follow my arrangements, take the pills, and cultivate diligently.”
Dongfang Che immediately began chewing vigorously. There was no way he wanted to go mine ore…
After downing the pills, both of their cultivations successfully advanced to the second level of Qi Refining.
Dongfang Che was overjoyed.
Never in his life had he made progress before. This was the first time!
Dongfang Che wiped his tears, deeply moved: “Little Junior Sister, if you had taken both bottles of pills yourself, you might have directly advanced to the third level of Qi Refining. Yet you shared half with me…”
“That won’t do!” Luo Qingyan said seriously, lecturing him: “Advancing by relying on alchemical pills is taking shortcuts, and it can never last! The reason we could break through is because we had already put in the effort and were only lacking a bit of opportunity. Otherwise, no matter how many pills we took, it would be useless!”
Dongfang Che nodded, moved: “I understand! Come on, let’s go eat dinner. After we finish, we’ll continue cultivating!”
Dinner was simple—just roasted sweet potatoes.
Joyful Peak couldn’t grow spiritual plants, so they could only plant crops like sweet potatoes and potatoes. Fresh sweet potatoes roasted over a fire were fragrant and delicious.
After dinner, Dongfang Che went back to his room to cultivate on his own. Luo Qingyan stayed in the forest, studying the escape footwork from the Great Art of Survival.
Before she knew it, it was already the fifth watch of the night.
Luo Qingyan was still practicing over and over again.
A flash of bright light appeared, and a handsome man in flowing immortal robes emerged in the forest.
Mo Chenxue stood not far away, squinting as he watched Luo Qingyan.
This useless, lovesick fool who had once pestered him endlessly—she actually knew how to cultivate seriously now?
Moonlight streamed down through the sparse branches, enveloping the girl’s petite figure like a layer of luminous mist, lending her a somewhat ethereal quality.
She was focused on practicing some kind of movement technique, swiftly shifting between several trees—first stepping this way, then that way…
The footwork was quite peculiar, faintly revealing a certain lightness and grace—still as moonlight, moving like an illusion.
Mo Chenxue’s eyes trembled slightly.
—This movement technique was extremely similar to the legendary Lingbo Weibu!
Lingbo Weibu was a true immortal movement technique, lost for a very long time. Even in the sect’s archives, only a fragment remained, with no complete record.
Such an advanced and mysterious art—where did she learn it from?