Xue Huai didn’t expect that Yun Cuo actually had the intention to stay at Murong Mountain Manor for a long time.
Yun Cuo listened to his words and remained silent after finishing his meal, then asked him, “Xue Huai, what should I do if I want to become a disciple?”
Xue Huai looked at him warily and asked, “Why are you asking this?”
Yun Cuo looked into his eyes and continued to follow the rules. “I used to cultivate alone, and many subtle obstacles were left unresolved. I want to take this opportunity to improve myself and plan to become a useful person for Xianzhou in the future.”
Xue Huai remained expressionless and said, “This reason is too rigid. Change it.”
“I admire the heroic demeanor of Lord Murong…”
“This is even more rigid. Our family’s elder was in seclusion 300 days a year, and the legends about him in the Cultivation Realm are all fifty years old.” Xue Huai raised his eyebrows and looked at him. “Why don’t you say it’s a good environment for cats, so you want to stay here?”
Yun Cuo said, “The environment is really better here than over there, and it likes the warmth here.”
The silver-gray kitten walked over in time, arched its round and furry little head in the palm of his hand, and then coquettishly meowed two times towards Xue Huai.
Xue Huai: “……”
Yun Cuo looked into his eyes carefully and suddenly called his name softly: “Xue Huai, why do I think you… still don’t know?”
Xue Huai’s scalp was numb from his gaze, and he immediately waved his hand and said, “I know, I know, you don’t have to say anything.”
But Yun Cuo must say it—before Xue Huai’s words fell, he sat up upright and told him seriously, “I like you, I want to marry you.”
He was too direct, so Xue Huai didn’t know how to respond for a moment. Yun Cuo crossed the low tabletop and leaned down to look at him, then continued, “I want to stay by your side and protect you. I want you to be safe and carefree for the rest of your life.”
He was too close, and Xue Huai happened to sit against the wall, unable to avoid it. He could only be forced to look up and meet his dark and deep eyes.
“Xue Huai, don’t hide from me, don’t escape from me, okay?” Yun Cuo reached out and lightly touched his eyes, causing Xue Huai to blink a few times and his eyelashes to tremble gently. He seemed to particularly like Xue Huai’s tear mole, but after touching it, he quickly retracted.
He said softly, “I was thinking it might be because when we first met, I scared you. I rushed up and hugged you like that, and then followed you home…Isn’t that scary? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But you…I always feel like you were not supposed to be like this.”
He stood up, and his gaze was still fixing him without withdrawing. The outside was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was a lamp on the table that shone brightly on both of them. Looking at Yun Cuo from this angle, the dark red color in his eyes became even more obvious, and the aura of sinister and evil energy was even more prominent. Surprisingly, it had a hidden oppressive force.
Xue Huai suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Yun Cuo, who could dominate the Nine Continents and pose a threat to the entire Heavenly Court. This was actually his true appearance. Why does he feel that he is pitiful and easy to bully these days?
Coincidentally, he was all anticlimactic, and upon hearing these words, he narrowed his eyes and looked in askance. “So, what kind of person does Young Immortal Lord Yun think I should be?”
Yun Cuo was taken aback for a moment, as if sensing a hint of displeasure in his tone. He just said very lightly, “I didn’t mean it that way. I was thinking you’re such a proud and brave person, you should be…I don’t think you’d be so resistant to contacting me. We’re the same kind of people, right? Xue Huai, have you ever heard of anything and have any…particularly strong opinions and misunderstandings about me? Can I explain?”
Xue Huai was stunned.
Yun Cuo’s voice lowered slightly, and his eyes became slightly dim. “You clearly……clearly should not hate me.”
They were once a reckless, freshly dressed pair of teenagers, laughing and joking, going from sixteen to twenty-six. The so-called familiarity at first sight, as if they were old friends…is exactly the same as hating to not have been born ten years earlier and hating to miss each other’s childhood and tender teenage years. They talked about everything, knew everything about each other’s thoughts and preferences because of their similarities, and filled each other’s gaps because of their distinct differences.
It’s too late to see each other, and old things are as far away as the sky.
Xue Huai remained silent for a moment and said, “It’s not your problem, it’s my problem.”
Yun Cuo looked at him quietly, his mouth opening as if he wanted to speak.
Xue Huai interrupted him and said, “Give me some time to think. You’re right. It’s not a good idea to keep avoiding you.”
Yun Cuo laughed quietly. “You admit it, you’re still avoiding me.”
“You’ve promised not to do this,” he said with a suppressed smile.
Xue Huai sighed and said, “Okay, okay, I apologize.”
He also stood up and pushed Yun Cuo out, “I already know. Give me some time to think about it, okay? I’m not going to interfere with what you’re going to do, and we’re now engaged in the eyes of others, but I’m going to tell you that I’m not going to admit it for the time being.”
Yun Cuo was obediently pushed away by him and turned to look at him, “I understand, I will have a sense of propriety.”
……To run to Murong Mountain Sect just to cook for him for four days. This doesn’t look like someone with a sense of propriety.
Xue Huai finally succeeded in pushing him out and pointed him the way: “The courtyard at the top of the way out is my grandfather’s. If you want to be a disciple, go talk to him ba.”
Yun Cuo nodded, and let out an “En.”
After taking a few steps, he turned back and asked, “Then, can I practice under the same master as you? Can I also learn healing techniques?”
Xue Huai chuckled and said, “Up to you, this is your business.”
Yun Cuo nodded again and left.
Murong Jinchuan agreed to Yun Cuo’s request to become a disciple.
But Yun Cuo’s plan to be in the same class as Xue Huai fell through—Murong Jinchuan’s only requirement for accepting him for admission was for him to practice swordsmanship and become one of his own disciples.
Murong Jinchuan said in a deep voice, “I’m not sure what my useless son-in-law has told you, but if you want to marry Xiao Huai, you need to pass my trail first. You have a half-demon bloodline, and you have a tendency to become a demon. Your nature, as well as your aura, needs to be polished, and your vision needs to be improved. If you pass this trail, you, young people, can do whatever you want. If you can’t pass it, I will never allow Xiao Huai to choose you as a Daoist partner.”
Yun Cuo said: “I understand.”
He followed a group of newly recruited disciples from the Murong Immortal Sect to enroll.
This sect takes in a new batch of disciples every year. Xue Huai is actually considered to have come through the back door and inserted into the class halfway, missing out on the proper batch. In terms of seniority, Xue Huai’s master, Cai Yi, and Murong Jinchuan are of the same generation, and Xue Huai enrolled earlier than Yun Cuo. Therefore, Yun Cuo still had to call him Shixiong.
The disciples of the Murong Immortal Sect once ranked all the sect masters and patriarchs, being superior to others in order, and the ranking reference was the happiness index of being their disciple. Overall, being a disciple of Xue Huai’s master, Cai Yi, has the highest happiness index.
Correspondingly, the lowest ranking is Murong Jinchuan, the Sect Master.
A person who doesn’t even let go of their own grandchildren can only be described as an “old monster.” He does not accept personal disciples easily, and once he does, he is bound to be a great man in the future who will stand on top of the world. Correspondingly, passing his trial is not an easy task. It is rumored that a person with exceptional talent was accepted by him as a shut-in disciple once and even passed the final trial, but lost in the moment of exit—when Murong Jinchuan caught a glimpse of his undisclosed ecstasy, He only spoke lightly: “The achievement method is acceptable, but the mind is insufficient. Let’s talk about being my disciple after twenty years.”
The slots for shut-in disciples are thus vacant. From then on, Murong Jinchuan erased this person’s name from the list and never mentioned him again.
Later, even Xue Huai could not pry out half a bit of gossip from his grandfather’s mouth, the only information he knew was—that the former shut-in disciple has Heavenly Spiritual Roots, combining the Spiritual Roots of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, and each of them was naturally outstanding.
When he was a child, he thought there was something wrong with his grandfather’s approach and earnestly complained on behalf of the man he had never met: “But Grandpa, if I finally passed the trial, I’m sure I would have laughed out loud with great joy too, can’t I even laugh?”
Murong Jinchuan stroked his head and whispered, “Xiao Huai, you have always been calm and open-minded, so naturally you can. But a paranoid temperament and shortsightedness are things you can see on a regular basis, and I’ve given him several chances before that.”
Yun Cuo’s tea for honoring the Master was completed on the first morning after the rain stopped.
The immortal masters gathered their magic power. After several days and nights of fierce storms, the 80,000 miles of land in a radius centered on the Murong Mountain Sect would henceforth be wet and suitable for the whole year, and the seasons would be like spring.
It is said that Murong Jinchuan is about to take in his disciples again. His five disciples, who have already graduated, have all rushed back from all corners of the world. Some of these people have already been granted divine titles and are in command of the world, while others have become famous hermits and heroes in the Immortal Realm. None of these five people have heavenly spiritual roots, but they are all individuals who have reached the pinnacle of their respective cultivation fields, with outstanding immortal roots.
Yun Cuo was the first disciple candidate who had the blood of people from the Demon Realm and whose spiritual roots were unknown.
Murong Jinchuan and Yun Cuo talked all night, no one knew what they had said. On such a solemn occasion as the Sect Master accepting a shut-in disciple, even though Xue Huai was the Sect Leader’s own grandson, he can still only come in as a low-level cultivation disciple to observe and to play a hand, serving tea and pouring water.
“All streams go back to the source, prior to spiritual cultivation.”
Yun Cuo kneel down on the ground, with a group of people lined up on both sides. Murong Jinchuan was in the center, and out of nowhere, a faint light appeared, pressing against Yun Cuo’s eyebrows.
In that moment, the invisible wind and aura suddenly swept across the world, giving rise to an incredibly oppressive feeling—
As if being pushed into the water by the throat, all the people present were unprepared and were subjected to the pressure that came like a wave of ten thousand soldiers. The tea boy beside him couldn’t resist and spat out a mouthful of blood!
Everyone present was startled and nervously stood up, staring at Yun Cuo.
And Murong Jinchuan’s face turned pale—they all knew what this meant.
Murong Jinchuan himself was at the cultivation level of a Transformation Spirit, and the five disciples present were all at the cultivation level of a Transitional Jindan or above. Yun Cuo’s cultivation level has not yet reached the end, and he can surpass everyone present with an absolute crushing stance.
That is to say, this young man, who was less than seventeen years old, already had a cultivation level of at least Transformation Spirit or above!
Xue Huai’s eyes also showed some surprise, but he didn’t show it and just took a sip of tea.
He cannot see Yun Cuo’s roots, and similarly, Yun Cuo cannot see his cultivation level. In his previous life, Yun Cuo did not tell him that he had been possessed by demons, nor did he tell him how profound his cultivation was. Yun Cuo would always only say, “I am the same as you,” when he came to tell him about his cultivation progress.
This big liar! He thought to himself.
Yun Cuo didn’t have much of an expression and knelt there quietly as usual. He only caught a glimpse of someone who was injured, so he reached out and used a small spell to suppress Murong Jinchuan’s Spirit Drawing Technique.
The wind suddenly dispersed.
He asked softly, “Shizun?”
Murong Jinchuan’s face was solemn, and he did not respond. Instead, he looked around and asked his remaining five disciples, “Who is currently the highest known cultivator in the Immortal Realm?”
“The leader should have been the surviving Fuli Emperor Xingyi from ancient times, cultivating both immortality and demonic. His immortal cultivation has reached a level where karma is not involved, and he can command all things in the mountains. At the same time, his demonic cultivation has reached the fifteenth level.” one of Xue Huai’s senior brothers replied in a low voice.
Karma is not involved. Namely, the person himself is beyond the cycle of life and death.
To enter the demonic’s fifteenth level is to transgress all good and evil, right and wrong.
Murong Jinchuan asked, “Yun Cuo, how many levels have you reached?”
Yun Cuo whispered, “Both immortal and demonic cultivation, the immortal cultivation…karma is not involved, the demon cultivation…the sixteenth level.”
There was a moment of silence in the hall.
After a while, a woman trembled and asked, “What did…you say?”
Yun Cuo didn’t repeat it again, but everyone knows he doesn’t need to be extravagant here. They have all heard of the name of Young Immortal Lord Yun Cuo, knowing that he was always silent and stable, he was by no means a lightweight.
Murong Jinchuan immediately ordered, “Everyone go out, I want to talk to him alone.”
His words were resolute, and everyone looked at Yun Cuo with either fear or awe, then sighed softly as they walked out the door, as if looking at a monster.
He is already a half-demon, with an unclear demonic aura and unstable roots. His cultivation level is extremely high and unstable. In other words, he is an extremely dangerous character, a wicked obstacle that can easily lose control at any moment. In addition, it is said that the mother of the Young Immortal Lord passed away early and became insane from smoking flower cigarettes. He grew up alone, giving birth to a first-class coldness and malice.
Some people even brought up the childhood experiences they had heard about, saying that the way Yun Cuo looked at people when he was a child was like looking at a mole cricket or an insect.
Yun Cuo remained expressionless and indifferent, like a heartless porcelain figure.
Only when Xue Huai walked out did he move and turn to look at him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He said, “Xue Huai, can you wait for me outside?”
Xue Huai looked at him in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then replied softly, “Okay.”
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