Zhao Xueyi looked utterly stunned.
It was common knowledge across Central State that outer sect disciples weren’t officially registered. Many ordinary people could reach the Qi Refining Realm, and there were countless Qi Refining Realm cultivators. But reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm was different—it was a watershed.
Only one out of a thousand Qi Refining Realm cultivators could succeed in Foundation Establishment. It required both spiritual roots and innate talent. The better the spiritual roots and the greater the talent, the easier it was to succeed.
There were seven types of elemental spiritual roots: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and the variant roots—Lightning and Wind. Spiritual root quality was divided into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.
Heaven-tier was the highest, Yellow-tier the lowest.
Li Chen possessed five-element spiritual roots—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth—and they were Heaven-tier.
Whether in talent or aptitude, he was an unparalleled prodigy.
Zhao Xueyi gritted her teeth. “Even if you’re an outer sect disciple, you’re still a disciple of the Qilin Holy Land. Senior Brother, come back with me. Junior Sister and Master will understand you.”
“Forget it. I won’t go back.” Li Chen had no interest in talking further and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Zhao Xueyi clenched her jaw and made a sudden move to grab him.
She was fast—so fast that Li Chen didn’t even have time to react.
But before she could lay a hand on him—bang!—Fu Yao struck out with her palm, forcing Zhao Xueyi back. Arms akimbo, she scolded coldly, “Zhao Xueyi, what do you think you’re doing? Li Chen is now part of the Myriad Demons Sect. He’s my brother. Touch him again and I’ll make you regret it.”
Zhao Xueyi looked shocked. “Your brother?”
“Obviously! My father has already accepted him as an adopted son. He’s now a member of the Myriad Demons Sect, and soon he’ll be our Holy Son. You’d better scram, or don’t blame me for being impolite.”
Zhao Xueyi was stunned. “He doesn’t even have his cultivation anymore, and yet you…”
Before she could finish, Li Chen raised his hand—fire flared into existence above his palm.
Zhao Xueyi’s expression turned to disbelief.
He could cultivate again?
He had recovered?
And even succeeded in Foundation Establishment?
Li Chen said calmly, “Sorry to disappoint you. I can cultivate again.”
Zhao Xueyi gritted her teeth. She knew just how talented he was. If he could cultivate again, he would certainly progress rapidly.
With such talent, she couldn’t let him go.
“Senior Brother, since you’ve regained your ability to cultivate, Junior Sister and Master will be thrilled. You’ll quickly rise through the ranks again. You’re still the Holy Son of the Qilin Holy Land. The sect will give you everything to support you. Come back with me. You’ll have no future in the Myriad Demons Sect—it’s a demonic path!”
Li Chen replied coldly, “No point talking. I’ve already left the Qilin Holy Land. I’ll never return. You may leave.”
“Senior Sister, let’s go,” he said to Fu Yao.
Fu Yao nodded, gave Zhao Xueyi a smug glance, and huffed arrogantly, her lips pursed high with pride—He’s my big brother now!
Zhao Xueyi could only watch helplessly as they walked away.
Wait…
Just now, Li Chen said he had never done those things.
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Had they falsely accused him?
Impossible!
How could they dare do such a thing to Senior Brother?
Zhao Xueyi thought for a moment. She had to go back and ask them. Something must have happened during her years in seclusion that led to these misunderstandings. If they were resolved, Senior Brother would surely come home.
He and the Junior Sisters shared years of deep emotion—he couldn’t just abandon them.
To them, he was like an older brother.
He wouldn’t have the heart to leave them forever.
With determination burning in her chest, Zhao Xueyi immediately rushed back to the Qilin Holy Land.
…
Misty Peak.
Qin Fan had no mood to cultivate. His original plan was to advance to the Golden Core Realm, absorb Li Chen’s fortune through the fate chains, and then absorb Meng Huanxiang’s cultivation using those same chains.
But now that Li Chen had left, the plan was ruined.
Qin Fan was furious and frustrated. Damn it!
That damned Li Chen had actually escaped.
Now that the fate chains were gone, Qin Fan had no way to absorb Meng Huanxiang’s cultivation. Even as the new Holy Son, he wouldn’t be able to suppress her—instead, she might even drain him.
Only Li Chen, that unlucky bastard, had the unique misfortune that Meng Huanxiang couldn’t extract his essence.
It was the perfect setup.
Qin Fan saw Zhao Xueyi returning and walked over respectfully. “Senior Sister, has Senior Brother returned?”
Zhao Xueyi shook her head. “No.”
“He refused to come back?”
She nodded. “Do you know where the other Junior Sisters are? I went to their peaks and couldn’t find them.”
Qin Fan explained, “Third, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Junior Sisters went to the Ten Thousand Mountains to look for Golden Phoenix Grass. They’re refining pills to help me break through to the Golden Core Realm.”
Zhao Xueyi looked at Qin Fan.
He was already at the 9th stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm—just one step from condensing a Golden Core.
She had heard of this Junior Brother. Like Li Chen, he had cultivated quickly, reaching the peak in just a few years.
“And Second Junior Sister?”
“She’s refining pills.”
Without another word, Zhao Xueyi vanished and went straight to Second Junior Sister Yin Xiumei’s mountain.
Qin Fan watched her leave.
A voice echoed from his ring, “That woman is suspicious.”
“I don’t know yet. But be cautious. She’s the strongest among them—her mind is firm. I can’t influence her.”
Qin Fan frowned. Strongest?
“Master, what should we do now?”
“Now that Li Chen is gone, he can no longer suppress the Demonic Woman. She’ll escape in a year. But we still have a chance.”
“What chance?”
“The Mystic Sky Secret Realm.”
Qin Fan had heard of it. It was a legacy left behind by an Immortal. Only Golden Core Realm cultivators could enter. It opened once every ten years.
And now—another opening was due in a month.
It was said that the Immortal of the Mystic Sky Realm was searching for an inheritor. Whoever received the legacy would grow rapidly.
Qin Fan said, “That old woman said the Mystic Sky Secret Realm was left by an Immortal. If I can obtain the inheritance, I’ll soar to the heavens.”
“Exactly.”
“There’s about a month left… Do you think I can break through to condense my Golden Core?”
“Don’t worry. Those women are already gathering materials for your pill. Once it’s successfully refined, you’ll have an eighty percent chance of forming your Golden Core. After that, I’ll help you find the inheritance.”
Qin Fan was thrilled.
Golden Core Realm—once he reached that level, he could enter the secret realm and pursue the Immortal’s legacy.
…
Sky Spirit Peak.
“What? You want me to go and persuade that mutt to come back? Why should I? I’m not going! He’s already left the Holy Land—he’s no longer one of us. Let him live or die on his own!”
Yin Xiumei exploded when she learned that Zhao Xueyi had come to ask her to go to the Myriad Demons Sect and persuade Li Chen to return.
She refused.
She hated Li Chen. Even now, with his cultivation gone, she still had to call him Senior Brother.
That might’ve been fine in the past.
But now, she was at the Void Refinement Realm—several major stages above Li Chen.
Why should she call someone weaker her Senior Brother?
Zhao Xueyi’s eyes turned cold. “You’re refusing?”
Seeing Zhao Xueyi’s frosty gaze, Yin Xiumei was startled. That look was terrifying—like their master’s. And Zhao Xueyi was at the Celestial Fusion Realm, far above her.
Zhao Xueyi’s voice was cold and sharp. “Yin Xiumei, are you lying to me? Senior Brother said he never did those things. Did you frame him?”
Yin Xiumei was dumbfounded.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.