As Jiang Jiuming finished speaking, a handsome young man dressed in fine robes walked over, his face carrying a bright smile.
He first glanced at the small hut: “The bedding should be silk, the pillow changed to satin—this gold one is too hard. Where’s my glass brush? Put it away properly. Didn’t I bring a red jade brush holder?”
Chi Yu listened dumbly as he listed each precious item, feeling utterly stunned.
This was a wealthy young master.
After a long while, the young man finally seemed satisfied. Turning around, he saw Chi Yu and the others, smiled, and approached: “Greetings, everyone. I am Wang Shiyi. Please guide me more in the future.”
Chi Yu felt this name was somewhat familiar. After a moment, she remembered: “You’re the disciple who scored perfect marks in the first assessment, right? You’re amazing.”
At that time, she had marveled at how simple this guy’s name was yet so impressive.
Wang Shiyi modestly replied: “I dare not claim such praise.”
Jiang Jiuming also recalled: “You’re the disciple who said after the exam: ‘The delicate bride, alone in her chamber, year after year, month after month, longing for her husband. If she has any troubles, I’ll help. I live next door, surname Wang.'”
Wang Shiyi hadn’t expected his memorable point to be so unique. After a pause, he said: “That’s me.”
Coincidentally, he indeed lived next to Jiang Jiuming.
Chi Yu and the others introduced themselves, and the group became acquainted.
Soon, Wang Shiyi’s hut was tidied up.
“By the way, you haven’t had dinner yet, right? Would you grace me by joining me for a casual meal?”
Wang Shiyi extended the invitation. Chi Yu had already inquired about the Taixu Sect’s dining hall situation.
At this hour, the Yellow Pavilion dining hall was already closed.
Thus, she gladly agreed.
Since he was so enthusiastic, she couldn’t just eat without reciprocating, so she gave away a few of her better Spiritual Elixirs.
Jiang Jiuming and Shen Yanzhou also offered some items they had bought below the mountain as thanks.
Their gifts weren’t expensive. Although Wang Shiyi came from wealth, he didn’t think their offerings were poor at all.
He even ordered a servant to bring a brocade box and carefully store them all.
The moonlight was hazy.
The stone table before the hut was laden with delicious dishes and fine wines, along with several jugs of liquor. Chi Yu and the others sat around the table.
Wang Shiyi smiled and said: “To celebrate our meeting, I toast everyone.”
Chi Yu and the others raised their cups, clinked them together, and drank them down.
The wine wasn’t strong; it carried a sweet fruity aroma. Chi Yu liked it very much.
At the same time, she curiously asked: “Brother Wang, how did you bring those servants up?”
She remembered the Taixu Sect didn’t allow non-disciples to enter and exit freely.
During the first assessment at Chaolu Platform, there were indeed wealthy disciples, but their attendants were also driven away by the supervising senior disciples.
Wang Shiyi casually explained: “This year, Heavenly Thunder struck and burned the Taixu Sect’s library. My father gave the Sect Leader three million Low-Grade Spirit Stones for repairs, so they exceptionally allowed me to bring servants.”
“How… how much?!”
Three million Spirit Stones?
Chi Yu and Jiang Jiuming solemnly stood up, showing respect for money.
Shen Yanzhou glanced at them, somewhat speechless.
Wang Shiyi smiled: “No need to be surprised. For the Fengwu Wang Clan, this is just a small amount.”
Jiang Jiuming widened his eyes: “You’re from the Fengwu Wang Clan family?”
Chi Yu asked confusedly: “System, what’s this again?”
Under the System’s explanation, she learned that the Fengwu Wang Clan was a family in the Cultivation World.
They were born in the prosperous Fengwu Continent, where the Wang Clan held supreme authority.
The Fengwu Wang Clan was exceptionally skilled at making money.
Long ago, they had already engaged in commerce throughout the entire Cultivation World, selling spirit beasts, Spirit Treasures, Elixirs, and everything else. By now, Wang Clan shops and residences were everywhere.
For thousands of years, they had ranked first on the list of wealthy clans.
Chi Yu: “So it’s Young Master Wang. My apologies, my apologies.”
Wang Shiyi smiled and waved his hand, without any of the pretentiousness typical of wealthy people.
Chi Yu sighed: “I didn’t expect Brother Wang’s name to be so simple, yet his family background is anything but simple.”
Wang Shiyi smiled: “In our family, the direct descendants are named according to their generation order. My father is the head of the Wang Clan, and I am the eleventh generation heir, so I’m called Wang Shiyi.”
The son of the wealthiest family—three million Spirit Stones were nothing to him.
Jiang Jiuming instinctively said: “According to your family’s naming method, wouldn’t your great-grandfather be called Wang Ba?”
Shen Yanzhou: “…”
Realizing he might have said something inappropriate, Jiang Jiuming immediately shut up: “Sorry.”
Chi Yu smoothed things over: “Brother Wang, don’t mind him. He fell from mid-air earlier, and his brain hit the ground first.”
Wang Shiyi smiled and didn’t take offense.
He looked at Shen Yanzhou: “Brother Shen is that disciple with a gold spiritual root value of 90?”
Shen Yanzhou nodded.
Wang Shiyi nodded: “I admire all three of you. I hope I will have the honor to invite you to join our clan someday.”
Generally, when cultivators reach a certain level of strength, besides joining a sect, they also find a clan to support them, provided they protect that clan.
Chi Yu clearly understood that Wang Shiyi was actually attracted by Shen Yanzhou’s talent.
She couldn’t help but admire him—truly born into a merchant family, already booking potential talent ahead of time.
She smiled: “If there’s an opportunity, we’ll definitely join.”
The group drank wine under the moonlight, enjoying themselves and chatting freely, initially establishing friendship.
Before going to bed, Wang Shiyi even had someone send them some pastries, then returned to his room to sleep.
In the small room, under the candlelight.
Chi Yu sat at the table: “System, having money is really great. Why didn’t I transmigrate as a Wang Clan girl?”
The Chi family wasn’t poor, but their wealth wasn’t substantial either.
System: “…Stop thinking about such unrealistic things. Wash up and sleep. You still have classes tomorrow.”
Chi Yu pursed her lips, went out to fetch water to wash up, but when she returned, she saw the girl from the neighboring room sitting on the steps by the door, looking at the moon while chewing on a steamed bun.
The bun was dry and hard, and she almost choked.
Chi Yu snapped back to reality and quickly poured a cup of water for her.
The girl instinctively took the water and drank a sip, then looked at her, her eyes somewhat panicked.
Chi Yu finally saw her appearance clearly—she had big eyes, fair skin, and was quite delicate and cute.
She asked concernedly: “Are you okay?”
The girl shook her head, put away the steamed bun, didn’t say much to her, and hurried back inside.
Chi Yu scratched her head: “This girl is really strange.”
They were living together, yet she didn’t even say hello.
But everyone has different personalities, so she didn’t pay too much attention.
Chi Yu spent her first night in the Taixu Sect.
Early morning, she groggily got up, washed up, and followed Shen Yanzhou and the others to the Listening Snow Hall for classes.
The Yellow Pavilion newcomers and the students who failed the exam and had to repeat the year totaled nearly several hundred.
For easier management, they were divided into several classes, with senior disciples assigned to guide their studies.
Xing Zhao, as an outstanding disciple from the previous session, was assigned to Class One, where Chi Yu was placed.
She arrived early in the morning.
Upon seeing Chi Yu, she still had some impression of her and waved her over.
Chi Yu responded with a smile.
Once everyone had gathered, she introduced herself: “Greetings, everyone. I am Xing Zhao, a disciple of the Mystic Pavilion. From now on, I will be guiding your studies. Feel free to come to me with any matters.”
She paused briefly: “The instructor hasn’t arrived yet, but before that, there’s something I need to inform you all. Have you all seen the book on your desks?”
“In one month, the new students will take an entrance exam. This book, The Cultivator’s Basic Qualities Handbook, is the content of this exam.”
Looking at the brick-thick book beside her, Chi Yu: “”
No, this is just too absurd.
Do you even need to take an exam on basic qualities for cultivation?