“May I ask…Seniors, what is the relationship between the two of you?”
Lin Xuanye listened to the clear sound, estimating that his Disciple’s cheeks were probably red.
He had taught his Disciple for decades and had never seen his Disciple with such a rosy-cheeked, feminine demeanor, and a unique emotion welled up in his heart.
“This villain and I have no relation whatsoever.”
For some reason, Luo Ningshuang felt that this young man bore some resemblance to her Nascent Soul Stage Master.
She subconsciously didn't want this young man to look down on her.
But Zhou Fan continued to undermine her: “Immortal Luo, last night in the Immortal Cave, you didn’t say that.”
“I wasn’t… by you…”
Luo Ningshuang was both shy and angry, almost blurting out her embarrassment from last night.
“Anyway, I will never have any relationship with you, you scoundrel.”
Zhou Fan chuckled, his eyes playful.
Lin Xuanye saw the two of them acting like a bickering couple, and the unique emotion in his heart grew stronger.
He didn't want to see his Disciple and this robust man so close anymore, so he immediately looked at Shen Ningshuang, who was being kneaded from behind.
“Senior, I will go with you. I want to Cultivate the Dao of the Sword.”
Luo Ningshuang’s pretty face grew redder and redder. She was about to send a voice transmission to Zhou Fan, telling him to at least change locations before starting.
Who would have thought that this young man would refuse the invitation from Yin Yang Peak and choose to join the long-declining Lingjian Peak?
Luo Ningshuang suppressed the pleasure in her body, sending a voice transmission to Zhou Fan telling him to come later, as she was about to take a Disciple now, and he was not allowed to tease her anymore.
But Zhou Fan only made his actions more obvious, and also replied with a voice transmission: “Immortal Luo, in this state, you truly have no sincerity at all. It seems Lingjian Peak has no need to exist either.”
Luo Ningshuang was startled by Zhou Fan’s threat. After days of constant contact, she had already witnessed Zhou Fan’s methods that made one blush.
Her tone instantly softened: “Tonight, come to Lingjian Peak to find me. I can… change that position.”
Zhou Fan knew this was the greatest concession Sword Immortal Bu Yu could make, so he didn’t push too hard. He just leaned closer to Luo Ningshuang’s cute earlobe and blew a warm breath, saying: “Wait for me obediently tonight. If you make me happy, the ownership of this land deed might be changed to Lingjian Peak.”
Luo Ningshuang lowered her head slightly, recalling Zhou Fan’s domineering assertiveness these past few days. A vulnerable, little-girl demeanor appeared on her delicate face, completely unlike the cold and aloof Fairy she presented to outsiders.
She used a Spell to conceal her face, not wanting her newly accepted Disciple to see her in this state.
Walking quickly to Lin Xuanye’s side, her voice clear and ethereal, she said: “Come with me. My name is Luo Ningshuang, and I am the current Peak Master of Lingjian Peak. From today on, you are a Disciple of my Lingjian Peak.”
Lin Xuanye looked at his former Disciple, who now stood before him, a bit taller than himself. As a young man, he suddenly felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He vaguely guessed that his Disciple and that man had probably been communicating via Divine Sense just now, but his current Realm was too low to eavesdrop on what they were saying.
Luo Ningshuang waved her sleeve, and the young man followed her, flying through the air towards Lingjian Peak.
…
Lin Xuanye spent a fulfilling day at Lingjian Peak. Although Lingjian Peak had indeed declined as he had predicted two hundred years ago, at least its Legacy remained.
He met two Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who were still in the Qi Training Stage, and from them, he learned how much pressure his Disciple had endured over the years to barely hold on to Lingjian Peak and Chao Duan Peak.
Lin Xuanye felt both self-reproach and relief at the same time.
He blamed himself for neglecting Lingjian Peak and his Disciple after obtaining the creation tree branch, all for the sake of breaking through to a higher Realm.
He was relieved that his seclusion had been successful, and now the path ahead was clear. His emergence was not too late; his Disciple was still Sword Immortal Bu Yu, and Lingjian Peak was still there.
According to Senior Sister Yu Xiaoyu, the Nine Peaks Grand Competition, held every five years, was just one month away.
The Nine Peaks Grand Competition was an event specifically organized by Luoyun Temple for newly admitted Disciples, requiring participants to have been admitted for no more than ten years.
Lin Xuanye, having assumed his current identity, undoubtedly met the requirements.
As long as he could achieve a good ranking in the Nine Peaks Grand Competition, Lingjian Peak should be able to stop being oppressed and divided, and then everyone on Lingjian Peak would be able to keep more resources for Cultivation.
The lowest ranking Lin Xuanye set for himself was within the top nine. In previous Nine Peaks Grand Competitions, the ninth place was usually someone who had just entered Foundation Establishment, or was at the ninth level of Qi Training.
Lin Xuanye estimated that in one month, his Realm should recover to the Qi Training Middle Stage.
At that time, with his swordsmanship far exceeding those of the same Realm, defeating a Qi Training Late Stage would be effortless, and overcoming a Foundation Establishment Early Stage should also not be a problem.
If he was lucky, he might even be able to defeat a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage with his Qi Training Middle Stage Realm, and then the first place would belong to their Lingjian Peak.
According to the millennium-old rules within the Temple, if a Disciple from any peak wins first place in the Nine Peaks Grand Competition, that peak will receive resource support from the first peak for the next five years.
If the peak of the Disciple who wins first place is already the first peak, then that Disciple can enter the Luoyun Secret Realm treasury, which has accumulated nearly ten thousand years of treasures in Luoyun Temple, and choose any fated treasure.
As long as I can win the top spot as a Disciple of Lingjian Peak, my Disciple should be able to stay away from that man from Yin Yang Peak who clearly has ill intentions towards her.
Lin Xuanye sat cross-legged on the bed, originally planning to Cultivate all night.
But in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt restless and couldn't calm down to Cultivate.
Following a faint intuition in his heart, Lin Xuanye walked out of his small room, passing through the various buildings of Lingjian Peak, which appeared even more desolate in the night.
He arrived at the entrance of a magnificent hall—the main hall of Lingjian Peak, Wu Gou Sword Palace.
He once handled affairs of various peaks here, received guests from all directions. On June 9th, two hundred and seventy-five years ago, Luo Ningshuang was found to have the Myriad Spirit Sword Body.
It was in this Wu Gou Sword Palace that he held a grand Disciple-acceptance banquet, taking the girl he had brought back to Luoyun Temple since childhood as his Personal Disciple, and his most valued eldest Disciple.
Now, nearly three hundred years have flowed by, and Wu Gou Sword Palace still stands silently here, but the once bustling Lingjian Peak is left with only one Peak Master and three Disciples.
Things have changed, people have changed.
Fortunately, his Disciple is still Sword Immortal Bu Yu, and she has not faded into dust with the passage of time.
Although his Disciple was verbally disrespected by that man from Yin Yang Peak this morning, it shouldn't have reached the final step yet.
After all, in Lin Xuanye’s memory, Luo Ningshuang had always been cold to everyone except him, and had never had any contact with the opposite sex.
Most importantly, Lin Xuanye perceived that man was only at the Core Formation Early Stage, while his Disciple had already been at the Core Formation Late Stage two hundred years ago.
Although he didn't understand why his Disciple's Realm had remained stagnant for two hundred years, he figured that the man from Yin Yang Peak was definitely no match for Luo Ningshuang.
As long as his Disciple didn't want to get deeply involved with that man, the man would certainly have no way.
Just as Lin Xuanye was still pondering, a groan suddenly came from inside the extremely silent Wu Gou Sword Palace.
