Chapter 92 : True Person Shi’s Peak
Chapter 92: True Person Shi’s Peak
After leaving Shi Manyu’s room, Long Tao returned to Bonade with light steps.
Unable to hide his excitement, he told this senior brother that he had been accepted as a Registered Disciple.
The moment Bonade heard this, his eyes lit up and a sincere smile spread across his face.
“Oh! Master accepted you as a Registered Disciple? That’s wonderful! Now you’re officially my proper junior brother!” As he spoke, he enthusiastically rummaged through his Storage Pouch, took out a wooden token of ancient design, and stuffed it into Long Tao’s hand.
“Since you’ve entered the sect, you’re one of our Fortune-Arriving Peak people now! This is the peak’s access token—keep it well.
From now on, you’ll be able to enter and leave Fortune-Arriving Peak anytime.”
“Fortune-Arriving Peak?” Long Tao accepted the token.
It felt slightly cool to the touch, engraved with simple cloud patterns and a single character meaning “fortune.” He thought it over carefully, then asked hesitantly, “Senior Brother Bonade, forgive my shallow knowledge… this peak… I don’t seem to have any impression of it?”
Unexpectedly, Bonade not only took no offense but patted Long Tao on the shoulder instead.
“It’s normal not to have heard of it! If you had, I’d start suspecting you’d secretly investigated Master long ago and had some ulterior motives.”
Lowering his voice slightly, as if sharing a piece of insider information, he explained, “After Master formed her Golden Core back then, she had no interest at all in opening a peak or establishing a residence. She lived on Ancestor Zhuge’s White Feather Peak the whole time. Later, when the Ancestor took up the position of Sect Master and Master was chosen as the deputy, it really wouldn’t do for her not to even have a nominal independent peak—it wouldn’t look good. So the Ancestor allocated this ‘Fortune-Arriving Peak’ to Master.”
“This… from the sound of it, this peak doesn’t seem very valued?” Long Tao weighed the token in his hand, feeling that the name “Fortune-Arriving Peak” carried a sense of make-do compromise and perfunctory arrangement.
“That’s true.” Bonade nodded frankly.
“Fortune-Arriving Peak was never some precious spirit-vein treasure land. The spiritual energy there is only a little denser than an ordinary mountain. Still, since it was a gift from the Ancestor, it’s not that bad—there are a few decent-quality Spirit Springs on the peak. It’s just that Master herself… sigh, you’ve seen it.
All year round she’s basically soaked in the main hall handling affairs and rarely returns to the peak.
The daily cleaning and maintenance up there are pretty much taken care of by a few of us disciples in rotation.”
He added casually, “So when you get there, don’t be polite. There are plenty of empty rooms—just pick any one you like and treat it as your lodging. As for the Spirit Springs, use whichever one you fancy. No one will interfere, as long as you don’t make too much of a mess.”
“I understand.” Long Tao clenched the token, feeling a wave of speechlessness inside.
That woman Shi Manyu… no, now that he was her Registered Disciple, although not yet a Personally Transmitted Disciple and thus unable to directly address her as “Master,” he still had to respectfully call her “True Person” at all times.
Otherwise, having gotten used to complaining in his head, if one day he slipped up and let something out of his mouth, the consequences would be disastrous.
All in all, this True Person Shi really was a textbook example of someone with an explosive career drive who saved every ounce of effort in daily life.
Long Tao secretly grumbled: if this were his previous life, she’d probably be that exquisitely polished, razor-sharp elite female executive who dominated the corporate world—yet once home, lived in complete chaos, takeout boxes piled high in the trash, and not a single clean pair of stockings to be found.
Even if Fortune-Arriving Peak sounded like a “freebie,” it was still a proper peak, complete with Spirit Springs.
For a Qi Refining disciple like him, it was already an unexpected cultivation paradise.
He put away the token, thanked Bonade, and then left the main hall.
As soon as he stepped outside, Long Tao’s mood became complicated, tinged with anticipation.
Somehow becoming the Registered Disciple of the Vice Sect Master and gaining usage rights to a peak that was quiet yet reasonably resourced—this path of cultivation seemed to have taken another unexpected fork, far beyond anything he had anticipated.
“Fortune-Arriving Peak…” he murmured the name, the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifting into a smile.
“The name’s pretty auspicious. Hopefully it really can bring me some good fortune—just don’t let the System screw me over again.”
Just as Long Tao was in a good mood, considering whether he should head to the Scripture Pavilion to look up a few texts related to the Divine Soul, a black shadow suddenly darted into his arms without warning, startling him.
But immediately afterward, a soft, glutinous “meow” sounded, and he relaxed at once, instinctively reaching out to stroke it.
That smooth, slightly cool fur—looking down again, wasn’t this Zhu Huaisu’s Spirit Pet, the unforgettable Dark Cloud Treading Snow Cat?
The little fellow seemed especially affectionate toward him, wriggling about in his arms without ceremony before finding a comfortable position to lie down.
Well… that was normal enough.
After all, back in the secret realm, he and this little creature could be considered “comrades” who had gone through life-and-death trials together.
But if the cat was here, then its owner… Just as the thought “don’t tell me I’m running into Zhu Huaisu again” rose in Long Tao’s mind, a familiar female voice sounded—so familiar it made his bones feel slightly weak.
The voice carried both a girlish tone and a uniquely lazy charm.
“Little Mi, come here.”
Long Tao’s body stiffened slightly as he turned his head to look.
Sure enough, True Person Mingzhu stood not far away.
Today she wore a simple moon-white everyday robe, which only made her snow-like skin and ethereal bearing stand out even more.
Hearing the call, the little cat obediently let out a “meow,” nimbly jumped out of Long Tao’s arms, and in a few bounds returned to True Person Mingzhu’s embrace, affectionately rubbing its head against her wrist.
Long Tao noticed that when True Person Mingzhu called it “Little Mi,” a name it usually disliked, the little fellow showed not the slightest complaint.
“True Person Mingzhu!” Long Tao quickly composed himself and saluted respectfully.
“This… truly is a chance encounter. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
True Person Mingzhu gently stroked the black cat in her arms.
“It wasn’t a chance encounter.
I swept my Divine Sense and noticed you here, so I came specifically to find you.” Her tone was calm as she skipped the pleasantries entirely.
“Find a quieter place.”
Before Long Tao could react, True Person Mingzhu casually flicked her wide sleeve, which shimmered with hazy moonlight.
In the next instant, Long Tao felt his vision blur and twist.
The surrounding air rippled like water patterns, and a gentle yet irresistible force wrapped around his entire body.
When he steadied his gaze again, he found himself already inside a delicately elegant pavilion.
The pavilion hung half in midair, pressed close against a sheer cliff face.
True Person Mingzhu had already taken a seat across from him with an unhurried posture, continuing to stroke the little cat on her lap with graceful ease.
“True Person, coming to a place like this… should mean there’s something important, right?”
“That’s a needless question.
Otherwise, why would I waste time on you?” She paused briefly, then said, “Speak.
That matter of the Itinerant Merchant—and why he said Yuchen was a Child of Destiny.”