Chapter 261: Just Refining Pills, Why Such a Commotion?
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Ye Cong Xin was indignant.
The Lone Moon Peak had always overshadowed the Main Peak, so how could someone from the Main Peak now dare to lord over her?
Especially Zhou Jin Yue, who was always inseparable from Yu Zhao. The two were so close they might as well share the same pair of pants. If Zhou Jin Yue rose to prominence, Yu Zhao’s status would inevitably follow.
The system didn’t respond.
But Ye Cong Xin didn’t need an answer. She simply couldn’t stand seeing Zhou Jin Yue prosper. The more successful Zhou Jin Yue became, the more it highlighted Ye Cong Xin’s inadequacies.
Though she envied Zhou Jin Yue’s Luck Value, the woman had always been distant, making it incredibly hard to earn her favor.
After brooding for a while, Ye Cong Xin sighed in frustration and spoke in a low voice, “System, continue with the report.”
Ding! Second place in Luck Value: Wang Sheng…
“Wang Sheng? Who’s this idiot?” Ye Cong Xin blurted out, her composure faltering. She remembered Wang Sheng vividly.
First, he had an astonishingly handsome face, one that made people forget the world.
Second, his mind was like that of a child’s—completely incoherent.
And lastly, he had almost strangled her during their last encounter.
How could she possibly forget Wang Sheng? A mysterious fool favored by Heaven’s Will? Jealousy sparked in Ye Cong Xin’s eyes as her nails dug into her palms.
Ding! Third place: Cui Jue… Fourth: Fang Cheng Lang… Fifth: Zhang Jun…
Ye Cong Xin’s expression grew darker with each name.
If not for the system being bound to her, she’d have suspected it of trying to provoke her. None of these high-Luck individuals had close ties with her. Gaining their favor would be like climbing to the heavens.
She shifted her thoughts. Acting within the sect felt restrictive; it might be wiser to broaden her scope. Regular cultivators might not rival the likes of Fang Cheng Lang in Luck Value, but by targeting many of them, she could accumulate substantial Luck over time.
As for the risks?
Ye Cong Xin smiled confidently. Now a Golden Core cultivator, she felt capable of protecting herself. Plus, with the system’s support, even trouble wouldn’t be insurmountable.
Yearning for adventure, she resolved to leave the monotonous life of Lone Moon Peak behind. She promptly sought the Sect Master of Five Elements Dao Sect, Ji Yuan, to request permission to leave for training.
To her dismay, Sect Master Ji Yuan refused.
Startled and frustrated, Ye Cong Xin tried to remain calm and asked for the reason.
Ji Yuan explained that her health was frail, and since she had never traveled far alone, her safety was a concern. Unless Master Qing Yan returned and approved, she couldn’t leave.
Ye Cong Xin didn’t even know where Master Qing Yan had gone, let alone when he’d return. For a fleeting moment, she suspected Ji Yuan of deliberately obstructing her. But she quickly dismissed the thought—Ji Yuan had always been kind and likely acted out of genuine concern.
With no choice but to suppress her frustrations, Ye Cong Xin returned to Lone Moon Peak, thoroughly defeated.
Ji Yuan, meanwhile, stroked his beard thoughtfully, his tiger-like eyes gleaming with curiosity. Ye Cong Xin had reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core stage. It was nothing short of a miracle for someone predicted not to survive past twenty-eight years of age. Though sect elders had once coddled her, believing her lifespan limited, she had far outlived expectations, now even looking robust enough to live another few decades.
Miracle or something else?
Ji Yuan shook his head. The seemingly obedient and naive disciple likely harbored secrets. He decided it was best to wait for Master Qing Yan’s return before allowing her to venture out.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled.
Blinding flashes of lightning streaked across the sky like silver serpents, creating a startling spectacle. Alarmed, Ji Yuan stepped outside and gazed toward a small palace in the distance—the residence of Sect Master Wu Sang.
“Just refining pills, yet causing such a scene?” Ji Yuan murmured, his expression conflicted.
Still, he hurried to Wu Sang’s room. When Wu Sang emerged, Ji Yuan shamelessly extended his hand. “Your pill refining caused such a commotion that it scared our disciples. You owe me compensation.”
Feigning anger, Wu Sang retorted, “What, are your sect’s disciples made of glass?”
“I don’t care. Today, you’re compensating me, or I’m not leaving,” Ji Yuan declared stubbornly.
As they bickered, Hermit Bao Hua arrived, also demanding pills from Wu Sang.
Wu Sang, now furious, shot her an incredulous look. “Bao Hua, you’re worse than Ji Yuan! I haven’t even finished studying the Longevity Fruit formula, and you’re already coveting it. Wait… how did you know I had Longevity Fruits?”
Ji Yuan averted his eyes guiltily. It wasn’t his fault! He just couldn’t help bragging about Yu Zhao’s achievements, and word slipped out.
Wu Sang suspected Ji Yuan but couldn’t prove it, though she threatened to smash a pill furnace over his head.
“At least I’m willing to trade fairly,” Bao Hua said, negotiating a deal with Wu Sang, leaving Ji Yuan sidelined.
Unbothered, Ji Yuan waited patiently. Once Bao Hua left, he shamelessly coaxed seven or eight pills from Wu Sang. Incensed, Wu Sang accused him of being a bandit. Ji Yuan simply shrugged—anything for the sect’s benefit.
Such a dazzling display of lightning and thunder caught not just Ji Yuan’s attention. Cultivators who weren’t in seclusion also noticed, including Ye Cong Xin and Cui Jue, who had just returned to Lone Moon Peak.
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