In the early morning, the darkness dissipated as warm sunlight poured down, illuminating the entire Mystic Unity Mountain.
As usual, Luo Weiwei washed up, got dressed, and then made her way toward the cliff area behind Mystic Unity Mountain.
A month ago, Luo Weiwei’s mother passed away after a severe illness.
Before dying, she entrusted Luo Weiwei with the “Pure Yang True Art” and told her she must never let outsiders know of its existence.
After her mother’s death, Luo Weiwei was treated with contempt and bullied.
From then on, she understood that to earn others’ respect, she must become a legendary martial artist.
Therefore, to grow stronger, Luo Weiwei, with nowhere else to go, chose to join the Mystic Unity Sect.
Thanks to her formidable cultivation talent, Luo Weiwei smoothly passed the Mystic Unity Sect’s entrance assessment.
Because the “Pure Yang True Art” possessed a powerful imitation function, even the Mystic Unity Sect instructors couldn’t tell what cultivation method she was practicing.
Not long after, Luo Weiwei found an excellent cultivation spot—a cliff.
This cliff faced the sun every morning and was the place on Mystic Unity Mountain most concentrated with Pure Yang energy.
Cultivating here for one morning was equivalent to Luo Weiwei arduously training for half a month elsewhere!
This was also why Luo Weiwei could achieve successive breakthroughs in such a short time and step into the Middle Yellow Rank.
It must be known that she had only been cultivating for a month.
To be cautious, Luo Weiwei carefully observed the environment around the cliff, including the empty courtyard, ensuring no one would come before she felt at ease to cultivate.
However, during that period, because the Mystic Unity Sect instructors were teaching martial arts courses, Luo Weiwei didn’t come for a few days.
Unexpectedly, when she returned to cultivate, a youth suddenly appeared.
The youth seemed about the same age as her.
At first, Luo Weiwei thought he was also a Mystic Unity Sect disciple who just happened to be passing by.
But the next day, the youth appeared again!
What was even more unexpected was that the youth saw at a glance that the cultivation method she practiced wasn’t the “Clear Void Scripture.”
For Luo Weiwei, this was no less than a heavy bomb.
Therefore, Luo Weiwei’s first reaction was to silence him by killing him.
But unfortunately, she was far from a match for the youth.
The youth’s name was Qin Jue, and he lived in the courtyard by the cliff.
Though somewhat baffling, the youth let her go.
He specifically warned her not to tell anyone about practicing the “Pure Yang True Art” and allowed her to continue cultivating there.
Hah, only a fool would continue cultivating there!
However, after a night of inner struggle, Luo Weiwei ultimately decided to continue cultivating by the cliff.
First, because the Pure Yang energy by the cliff every morning was truly too dense, no less potent than an ordinary spiritual marrow pool.
Luo Weiwei really didn’t want to give it up easily.
Second, Luo Weiwei genuinely felt that Qin Jue wasn’t a bad person.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let her go.
Holding these thoughts, Luo Weiwei cultivated by the cliff for several more days.
Although she didn’t know Qin Jue’s true identity, one thing was certain: Qin Jue was definitely not an ordinary disciple.
After all, how could an ordinary disciple be idle all day long?
By the time she arrived at the Cyan Rock, the sun had just risen.
Qin Jue hadn’t woken up yet.
Luo Weiwei sat down cross-legged and began cultivating.
The dazzling light shone on the girl, making her appear exceptionally pure, almost blending into the surrounding environment.
The “Pure Yang True Art” was known as a top-tier cultivation technique of utmost Yang and rigidity.
Although Luo Weiwei was a girl, it was highly compatible with her.
Every moment, a large amount of Pure Yang energy surged into the girl’s body and then transformed into spiritual power.
In the Lingyang Realm, besides spiritual energy, there existed all kinds of strange cultivation techniques.
For example, the Star Gate’s “Stellar Attraction Art” could absorb stellar power and turn it to one’s own use.
There were also rumors of certain demonic sects that absorbed pure Yin energy.
In short, regardless of the cultivation method, the actual goal was always to become stronger.
As the sun gradually rose, the surrounding Pure Yang energy grew more and more concentrated.
Luo Weiwei’s expression remained unchanged as she operated the technique in an orderly manner, as motionless as an old monk in deep meditation.
Time flew by.
Before she knew it, Luo Weiwei exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and opened her eyes.
She found Qin Jue, just like the previous few days, lying on the lawn, leisurely drinking wine.
“Finished cultivating?”
Qin Jue asked without looking up.
The girl nodded, then worried he might not see her, so she let out an audible “Mm-hmm.”
“Alright then, see you.”
Qin Jue unceremoniously showed her the door.
Luo Weiwei: “……”
“Don’t you need to cultivate?”
Instead of leaving, the girl cautiously inquired.
“Nope.”
Qin Jue sounded mildly surprised. This was the first time she had initiated conversation since he’d called her out last time.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m strong.”
Qin Jue answered truthfully.
“How strong?”
The girl looked genuinely curious.
“I don’t know.”
Qin Jue shrugged.
“Hmph, fine. Keep your secrets if you don’t want to tell me.”
Qin Jue felt helpless. He genuinely didn’t know exactly how strong he was.
“Tomorrow, my instructor and I are going to the Black Forest for training. I probably won’t be coming here for the next few days.”
After hesitating for a long moment, the girl spoke up.
“The Black Forest? Isn’t that place dangerous?”
Qin Jue’s brow furrowed slightly.
The Black Forest was a vast mountainous woodland, also known as the “Demon Beast Range.” It was home to all sorts of strange and monstrous beasts, some even reaching the Heaven Rank. It was a very dangerous place.
“Yes. This training mission is very important. All new disciples have to participate. Elder Wu is leading it personally, along with several instructors.”
The girl explained seriously.
“Elder Wu…?” Qin Jue frowned, searching his memory before finally recalling who this Elder Wu was.
Elder Wu Ying was one of Bai Ye’s disciples. Qin Jue hadn’t seen him in a very long time.
“I see. Be careful.”
After a long pause, Qin Jue managed to squeeze out that sentence.
Luo Weiwei: “……”
…
“With my left hand, a stance of Tai Chi; with my right, a sword thrusts ahead. This sweeping leg move is called ‘Skiing,’ breaking the lightness skill ‘Flying Swallow’…”
Qin Jue leaned against the Cyan Rock, singing and drinking wine, utterly relaxed and content.
If all transmigrators were gathered together, Qin Jue believed he would be the most comfortable among them. Not only did he not need to cultivate, but he had also inexplicably become the most powerful being in this world.
Compared to those unlucky souls who spent millennia in cultivation, suffered humiliations like canceled engagements, or even worse, lacked certain… appendages, Qin Jue considered himself incredibly fortunate.
Just as Qin Jue closed his eyes, ready to enjoy a comfortable nap, a shadow suddenly fell over him.
“What is it?”
Qin Jue instinctively raised a fist.
“Wait! Junior Brother, it’s me!”
The “shadow” hurriedly called out.
Qin Jue’s fist paused mid-air. He now saw that the shadow blocking his light was none other than Bai Ye.
“What do you want?”
A sense of foreboding suddenly washed over Qin Jue.
“What kind of question is that? I’m your senior brother. Of course, I need to check on you from time to time. Otherwise, what if you died here one day and nobody knew?”
Bai Ye plopped down beside Qin Jue, stating this as if it were the most natural thing.
Qin Jue: “……”
“Out with it! Spit it out!”
“Uh… well, it’s like this.”
Bai Ye immediately launched into a rapid explanation. “I have this disciple who accidentally ate a pill I refined. He’s been stuck in the latrine for three days and three nights, completely drained…”
“What does that have to do with me?”
Qin Jue couldn’t help but interrupt. Then, as if remembering something, he said with shock, “This disciple you’re talking about… it wouldn’t happen to be Wu Ying, would it?”
“How did you know?”
Bai Ye was astonished.
Qin Jue: “……”
Qin Jue was aware of Bai Ye’s alchemy skills, but he never imagined the results could debilitate an Earth Rank martial artist.
Seeing Qin Jue’s silence, Bai Ye continued, “Originally, I wanted him to lead the disciples to the Black Forest for training. But now he can’t even stand steadily. Everyone else is busy, so I was hoping to ask you, Junior Brother…”
“No!”
Qin Jue refused without hesitation.
“Junior Brother…”
“I said no, and that’s final.”
He had no desire to participate in such tedious activities again.
“Qin Jue!”
Bai Ye gritted his teeth, his beard seeming to bristle as he barked, “By the authority of the Sect Master of the Mystic Unity Sect, I command you to lead the disciples to the Black Forest for training! Otherwise, I’ll sentence you to three years of confinement!”
“Heh.”
Qin Jue sneered, completely unfazed by Bai Ye’s threat.
“Junior Brother, please? I’m begging you.”
Bai Ye instantly deflated, on the verge of tears.
“What about Zhang Jichen?”
“He… also ate one of my pills…”
Qin Jue: “???”
Before Qin Jue could say anything, Bai Ye quickly added, “All the other elders are in seclusion. Otherwise, I would never dream of disturbing you, Junior Brother. Please, just help me out this once.”
With a sigh, Qin Jue reluctantly nodded. “Fine.”
