Chapter 9

The sky gradually darkened as Elders Ju Yuan and Cangli argued over how to divide the three new disciples, using the disciple currently advancing in their cultivation as a teaching example.

“You see, when we cultivate and meditate, there’s a specific method called the ‘Seven-Point Sitting Posture,’ with all five points of the heart facing the sky. Look at Lin Du—she’s completely off the mark. This is an example of what not to do; don’t follow her example.”

“She can advance even sitting like that because her natural talent allows her to sense the flow of energy. But the reason we emphasize proper meditation posture is that it allows for better synchronization with the natural flow of energy in the world.”

The three young disciples listened obediently, but there was suddenly another figure in the dining hall.

“Oh, practicing, are we?”

“The Thought Study Hall that got blown up by our junior sister’s alchemy experiment has been repaired overnight by me. Master, there’s no need for the new disciples to meditate in the dining hall anymore!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the meditating disciples couldn’t help but open their eyes. They saw that another young man had appeared in the hall—a dashing youth with sharp brows and bright eyes, dressed in red silk robes, carrying a black-gold staff on his back, smiling charmingly.

Ju Yuan chuckled at this and introduced his new disciple, pointing to her, “Mo Lin, this is your junior sister, Ni Jinxuan.”

Mo Lin nodded at Ni Jinxuan, and Ju Yuan then pointed to the two boys meditating side by side.

“These are your uncle’s disciples, also your junior brothers.”

After greeting them, Mo Lin’s gaze fell on Lin Du, who had yet to open her eyes. “And that is…”

“That’s likely your junior uncle, Lin Du,” Ju Yuan replied after a moment of contemplation. “The future disciple of your grand-uncle Yan Ye.”

Mo Lin paused, then took the meal set aside for him by his junior sister, and suddenly asked suspiciously, “Did Second Junior Sister cook today? She didn’t add anything she shouldn’t have, right?”

“No, Tianwu only helped wash the vegetables,” Ju Yuan paused, then added, “It should be fine.”

Only then did Mo Lin feel at ease and took a bite of a bun. As he was about to sit down, the junior uncle across from him opened her eyes and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His hand holding the bun trembled slightly, “Is the food poisoned?”

Lin Du wiped the black blood from her lips after opening her eyes and replied lazily, “Oh no, it’s not because of that.”

Feeling more relaxed as her body grew lighter, she decided not to take the pill she had yet to consume.

Ju Yuan’s expression was complex. Ordinary disciples would usually only experience sweating or diarrhea when expelling impurities during Qi refinement, but due to Lin Du’s chronic illness, she coughed up blood with each advancement.

Lin Du looked at Mo Lin across from her, who was holding a bowl of rice topped with chicken legs and mixed vegetables.

“Disciple Mo Lin, at your service, Junior Uncle.”

Lin Du’s eyelid twitched. How did she suddenly gain such a senior title?

[Ding! Main plot: a character with an intense love obsession appears.]

Mo Lin is the senior disciple among the peers in the Supreme Sect. Born with a spiritual bone, he could absorb spiritual energy and cultivate from birth. During an outing, he brought back a beautiful woman named Shao Fei, who was born with a blocked meridian and unable to cultivate. She could only form a false pill using a parasitic worm, which allowed her to cultivate but not ascend.

On the day they became Dao partners, Shao Fei dug out Mo Lin’s spiritual bone and used a secret technique to transfer it to herself before leaving him.

Mo Lin was left crippled, and in his rage, he self-destructed and reincarnated with memories intact to rebuild his cultivation. He eventually encountered Shao Fei again and became her junior disciple. Shao Fei treated him with great care, even risking her life for him multiple times.

When the two were trapped in an illusion, Mo Lin woke up first and discovered that Shao Fei’s inner demon was himself. In the illusion, they successfully married and grew old together, with Shao Fei willingly remaining in the illusion.

Mo Lin forcefully broke Shao Fei’s illusion and found out that she was only so good to him because he resembled his previous life’s appearance and behavior, treating him as a substitute for the original Mo Lin.

After many twists and turns, they finally got together, but the residual poison from the false pill left Shao Fei in agony, unable to ascend. Mo Lin fed her his blood every day to ease her pain and spent the rest of his life seeking ways to prolong her life.]

Lin Du looked at the vibrant young man in red, devouring his meal with a bright smile, and was momentarily speechless.

“Why is Junior Uncle looking at me like that?” Mo Lin asked, widening his eyes and taking another big bite of the chicken leg. “Are you hungry too?”

“No, I’m quite full,” Lin Du replied, her gaze complex.

She couldn’t understand—she really couldn’t understand how such a spirited young man, who even looked at chicken legs with stars in his eyes, could be so obsessed with romance.

“By the way, Junior Sister, let me take you to Luo Ze. I’m sure your uncle is already waiting impatiently. Mo Lin, once you’re done eating, take your junior sister back to Liangyi Peak.”

Night had fallen, and the northern region was enveloped in a deep, pure darkness with no clouds or mist in sight. The sky was scattered with countless tiny stars, clearly visible as they moved. The peaks and palaces below were brightly lit, creating a vivid contrast between the cold stars above and the warm lights below.

Lin Du was momentarily transfixed by the view, but Ju Yuan, instead of urging her, stood quietly beside her.

“This scene is here every day, every year, but I still can’t forget the first time I saw it.”

Lin Du turned her head to meet Ju Yuan’s smiling gaze. His robe, embroidered with a cobalt-blue dragon, did not overshadow him but rather highlighted his upright demeanor. The silver crown on his head glinted subtly in the night.

He was a notably righteous and handsome figure. Lin Du wondered how such a righteous master could have taught the love-obsessed Ni Jin Xuan and Mo Lin.

Perhaps it was because his righteousness made him unaware of the scheming and love-driven affairs?

Luo Ze was a forbidden place where low-level disciples would be frozen into ice sculptures within moments of entering.

As Lin Du was carried into the air by Ju Yuan, she was still somewhat dazed. It was only at this moment that she truly understood she had crossed over into a world where she could fly.

What child, after watching “Happy Planet,” hasn’t wished to fly at least once?

Lin Du couldn’t resist the joy of this little fairy-like future.

But the piercing cold soon jolted Lin Du out of her daydream. She saw a waterfall cascading down the valley, eventually merging into a river.

Strangely, the waterfall was frozen solid, and a thick layer of ice covered the river.

Yet beneath the thick ice, there was the sound of flowing water.

The entire area was covered in ice, not just snow but pure, solid ice, as if everything was frozen in place. There were still green pine trees, bamboo, and a patch of snow lotus, but the only color was from the frozen red plum blossoms and some unknown small red fruit.

On the glacier sat a person with long white hair. Dressed in a loose black robe, with no visible fabric beneath, his excellent body refinement was apparent. His chest and abs were solid yet not overbearing. Upon sensing their presence, he opened his eyes.

Lin Du then realized that even his eyelashes were white.

Though he appeared youthful, he seemed like a wild wolf lurking on the ice plains.

He spoke with a casual and mocking tone, “Oh, my destined little disciple has arrived.”