The flying sword arrived at the peak very quickly, landing outside the main hall in just a split second.
Chi Changye pressed the flying sword down, brought Geng Xinghe with him, and put the sword away.
Seeing that the young man’s face was still a bit pale, Chi Changye hesitated for a moment before spitting out three words: “I’m sorry.”
Geng Xinghe looked up at Chi Changye, his eyes watery.
Chi Changye’s heart softened by another fraction: “It was my oversight. I didn’t expect that you haven’t started cultivating yet. It won’t happen again.”
He spoke in a low voice, looking somewhat embarrassed.
This was Immortal Monarch Yaoguang’s first time apologizing.
After all, prior to this, he had never been wrong.
The young man’s stiff apology made Geng Xinghe want to cry even more.
His Master was apologizing to him?
His Master was so good.
How could he, after bringing a devastating disaster to his entire clan, still possess such a wonderful Master?
The young man bit his lip, trying hard to hold back his tears, and shook his shake: “It’s not Master’s fault; it’s because I am useless.”
“Do not belittle yourself.” Chi Changye’s tone was somewhat stiff, “My disciple cannot be useless.”
He carried a fragment of his own soul within him; how could he possibly be useless?
Given time, he could become the most extraordinary young talent in the entire immortal sect.
“Let’s go. We are going to see the sect master.”
Chi Changye patted Geng Xinghe and stepped into the main hall first.
Geng Xinghe looked up and twitched the corner of his mouth.
The magnificent and grand main hall had an exquisite plaque hanging on it, with two words written on it: Main Hall.
That really was—
Such a plain and straightforward name.
As soon as Chi Changye entered the main hall, Yue Qianfan greeted him.
Seeing Chi Changye, Yue Qianfan broke into a hearty smile: “Yo, Old Chi, you went on a mortal realm journey this time and came back so fast? You who is this?”
The smile froze on Yue Qianfan’s face.
He looked in shock at the youth following behind Chi Changye, wearing the exact same green robes as him.
The youth possessed a breathtaking, peerless face, with a red tear mole at the corner of his eye that made his features appear even more bewitching and stunning.
Standing there in a flowing green robe, the youth looked vanishingly like a younger version of Chi Changye.
Yue Qianfan pointed at Geng Xinghe, his fingers trembling: “Old Chi, is this not your illegitimate child? Oh my god, you are so tight-lipped; the kid is already this big and only now…”
“Shut up!” Chi Changye couldn’t bear it any longer and scolded coldly.
Yue Qianfan immediately shut his mouth.
A tiger’s backside should be touched once and left at that; touching it too much might get you bitten to death.
…The Sect Master Uncle is a bit annoying, huh?
Geng Xinghe thought.
Chi Changye gave him a sideways glance and retorted ungraciously: “Haven’t you always wanted me to take a disciple? This is my disciple, Geng Chen…”
He paused, turned his head, and asked Geng Xinghe, “How old are you, and what is your courtesy name?”
Now it was Yue Qianfan’s turn to be stunned.
Wait, isn’t this his disciple? He took one in without knowing anything?
Geng Xinghe answered respectfully: “This disciple is sixteen this year, and my courtesy name is Xinghe.”
Geng Xinghe paused and spoke slowly.
The river of stars is brilliant, and the bright moon is in the sky.
This was his father’s blessing for him.
Hoping that his life would forever be brilliant and forever peaceful.
Pity that he had brought disaster to his family instead.
Chi Changye caught the flash of pain that crossed Geng Xinghe’s eyes.
The young man sighed and patted Geng Xinghe on the back: “Don’t overthink it. From now on, you have me.”
With me here, you will never experience the same despair again—unless I die.
Yue Qianfan could hardly believe his own eyes.
Was this still that Chi Changye who suffered from living-person phobia?
This, this…
He actually saw gentleness in Chi Changye’s eyes?
Yue Qianfan felt that he must have gone blind.
He decided to head to the Pill Peak to find Tianzhu later and ask for two bottles of vision-improving and liver-soothing pills.
Chi Changye didn’t care what Yue Qianfan was thinking.
His voice was icy: “Alright, you’ve met him. Xinghe, pay your respects to your Sect Master Uncle.”
Geng Xinghe bowed deeply and respectfully: “Geng Chen greets Sect Master Uncle.”
“Up, up, good child.” Yue Qianfan hurriedly went to support him.
Jokes aside, since this was Chi Changye’s disciple, he naturally had to coax him well.
After all, Chi Changye was finally willing to take a disciple.
Not to mention that Geng Xinghe was such a handsome youth.
Even if Chi Changye had taken in a dog, it would still be their Yuxu Mountain’s actual chief disciple!
Oh, or even the chief of the three thousand immortal sects.
The more Yue Qianfan looked at Geng Xinghe, the more satisfied he became. He pulled a mustard seed pouch from his body and handed it to Geng Xinghe.
“Good child, on our first meeting, Uncle doesn’t have anything good to give you. This mustard seed pouch contains weapons and pills; make do with them for now, and Uncle will find you something better another day.”
Geng Xinghe tilted his head to look at Chi Changye.
“Since he’s giving it to you, take it. No need to be polite with him,” Chi Changye said calmly.
Only then did Geng Xinghe accept the mustard seed pouch from Yue Qianfan and offer respectful thanks.
Chi Changye then glanced at Yue Qianfan: “I will take care of my own disciple. You don’t need to worry about it.”
Yue Qianfan didn’t mind at all: “Since you’ve taken a disciple, can we make a public announcement?”
“Naturally,” Chi Changye said coldly. “Remember to have someone send Xinghe’s disciple robes and other standard provisions to Qiyue Peak.”
“Alright,” Yue Qianfan agreed with a smile.
Chi Changye prepared to leave, taking Geng Xinghe with him.
“Wait, Old Chi, your condition…”
Yue Qianfan called out to stop him.
“I won’t die,” Chi Changye said coldly. “Let’s go.”
Following Chi Changye out of the main hall, Geng Xinghe once again found it hard to believe.
Sect Master Uncle wasn’t even all that talkative…
It seemed that Master really, truly disliked communicating with people.
Geng Xinghe thought to himself that he must remain quiet in the future and resolutely avoid disturbing Master when there was nothing important.
The news that Immortal Monarch Yaoguang had taken a disciple quickly spread across the three thousand immortal sects.
The immortal cultivation forum was flooded with posts about Immortal Monarch Yaoguang taking a disciple.
For a moment, the three thousand immortal sects wailed in unison.
“Immortal Monarch Yaoguang has taken a disciple, and the disciple isn’t me.”
“Does Immortal Monarch Yaoguang still lack disciples? I don’t want any provisions; I can even pay provisions to the sect.”
“Does anyone know Geng Xinghe’s identity and background?”
“Immortal Monarch, look at this child! I am your little disciple Geng Xingxing, whom you forgot in the immortal sect.”
The world had completely collapsed for the Immortal Monarch Yaoguang Fan Club.
Didn’t they say Immortal Monarch Yaoguang never took disciples?
Who on earth was this Geng Xinghe, and where did he suddenly pop up from?
Unfortunately, no matter how much was said on the forum, it was useless.
Chi Changye, who suffered from social anxiety, never browsed the forum.
Geng Xinghe, a mortal, didn’t know how to browse the immortal cultivation forum either.
Thus, this focal-point master and disciple pair of the three thousand immortal sects remained completely oblivious to all of it.
Countless immortal sect disciples rekindled the notion of seeking admission under Immortal Monarch Yaoguang.
Previously, because Immortal Monarch Yaoguang refused to take disciples, they were helpless and had nowhere to make a fuss.
But now that Immortal Monarch Yaoguang had taken a disciple, didn’t that mean that taking one could lead to taking two, three, or countless more?
Wouldn’t that mean everyone stood a chance?
Consequently, the already lively Xiaoyao Sect became even more packed with visitors like a bustling marketplace.
Yue Qianfan was overjoyed, yet completely helpless.
What thrilled him was that among those coming to seek discipleship were indeed quite a few good raw talents.
What frustrated him was that ever since he brought Geng Xinghe to see him that once, Chi Changye had re-sealed Qiyue Peak.
Forget people—not even a single mosquito was allowed to fly up there!
Yue Qianfan had no choice but to swallow his heartache and turn away Immortal Monarch Yaoguang’s admirers.
There was no helping it; nobody could even get a glimpse of Chi Changye.
Who would dare to accept disciples on his behalf?