Chapter 44: Du Xian Sect 2 Part 2

Last night? Xun Ji’s mind stirred. According to the plot summary, in the original story, Jiyang Zhenren performed inhumane dual cultivation harvesting on the protagonist Lu Yun Ting, triggering his Emotion Vein Restriction and causing the Passing Immortal Bridge to tremble. Although the harvesting failed last night, the dual cultivation succeeded—that must be the reason.

“In three days, the Fan Tian Secret Realm will open.” Xuanjing Zhenren said, “Legend has it there’s a secret treasure inside called the Buddha Heart Stone. This item has rich spiritual aura and sturdy texture—it’s a top-grade spiritual material that might repair the Passing Immortal Bridge.”

“Really?” Yulan Zhenren said joyfully. “I’ll arrange for someone to go immediately.”

Lu Yun Ting bowed. “Sect Leader, Yun Ting is willing to enter the Fan Tian Secret Realm and retrieve the Buddha Heart Stone.”

Yulan Zhenren hesitated. “The secret realm is dangerous. Have you thought it through?”

“The Fan Tian Secret Realm only allows those below Golden Core to enter. He’ll be perfect for it.” Xuanjing Zhenren said coldly. “The Buddha Heart Stone concerns the Passing Immortal Bridge. Don’t waste this opportunity.”

“Yes.” Lu Yun Ting replied respectfully. “Yun Ting will do everything to bring back the Buddha Heart Stone.”

With the discussion concluded, everyone dispersed on their flying swords. Lu Yun Ting was about to leave when he saw Xun Ji still standing there.

“Does Master have any further instructions?”

Master had always been displeased with him. Normally, even when he paid respects, the door was shut. Why had they appeared together on Pingxu Peak today? He vaguely felt he had forgotten something important related to Master. But from Master’s attitude just now, it was clear he didn’t want questions asked.

Master cultivated the Merit Dao, his character pure and unmatched. There must be some hardship he couldn’t share. Lu Yun Ting thought he must understand and trust Master.

Xun Ji stood with hands behind his back, profound and inscrutable. “Summon your flying sword.”

Lu Yun Ting complied, and the Zhenliu Sword rang out as it unsheathed, hovering by his side.

Xun Ji carefully stepped onto it. The steady sword body suddenly shuddered.

Xun Ji grabbed Lu Yun Ting’s shoulder nervously. “Why is it shaking?!”

“It, it…” Lu Yun Ting was stunned. “It has never carried anyone else.”

“I’m your Master. How am I an outsider?” Xun Ji said irritably. “Get on quickly. Don’t let it move around.”

“Did something happen to Master’s Chijun Sword?” Lu Yun Ting’s face turned solemn. Why would Master inexplicably ride his flying sword? There must be a major issue.

There was an issue alright—the problem was he didn’t have an aerial driving license and couldn’t fly.

Xun Ji swatted his head. “Just get on. We’re on the same peak anyway. What’s wrong with carpooling?”

Carpool driver Lu Yun Ting steadily landed the flying sword on a barren hilltop and patted the hand tightly gripping his waist.

“Master, we’ve arrived at Duansxue Peak.”

Xun Ji calmly stepped off the sword and surveyed the area indifferently. He had left in a hurry earlier and hadn’t appreciated his new home.

Mm, black mountain, cold spring, endless snow—and nothing else.

Xun Ji: “…”

“Won’t Master go in?” Lu Yun Ting pointed to a gloomy cave.

It looked familiar—the very rundown cave where he and Lu Yun Ting had gone at it last night.

“Is this where I usually live?” Xun Ji pointed shakily at the cave mouth.

“Yes.” Lu Yun Ting said oddly. “What’s wrong with Master? Is something off?”

“Duansxue Peak’s main peak has a Snow Formation, snowing all year round. Master’s temperament is resilient, diligent in harsh cultivation. He often used the Cold Spring for Body Refining, saying such severe conditions better focus the mind on cultivation.” He lowered his head bashfully. “Yun Ting’s realm is insufficient; I can’t forgo worldly comforts like Master, so I live on the side peak.”

Xun Ji’s face was expressionless as he climbed back onto the flying sword. “Take me to the side peak.”

Whoever loved that rundown cave could have it. As the grand hypocritical Master, he first had to be hypocritical in material comforts.

Fortunately, though Lu Yun Ting’s place wasn’t luxurious, it at least had proper rooms and a soft bed. Xun Ji comfortably lay sprawled on the only bed in the cabin, waved at Lu Yun Ting, and said, “Go do your thing.”

The white-clothed, white-haired Master, like a descended immortal, now lay spreadeagled on his bed. Lu Yun Ting hesitated to speak but ultimately bowed respectfully, closed the door, and left.

[Host! Don’t fall asleep again. Familiarize yourself with the plot first!] The System urged earnestly.

“What’s the rush.” Xun Ji replied lazily, opened the Storage Pouch at his waist, and fiddled with it.

Elixirs, Magic Artifacts, Talismans, Cultivation Methods, Spiritual Materials, Spirit Stones—even a Spirit Pet… Xun Ji’s eyes dazzled. He couldn’t put them down; finally, it felt real being in the Cultivation World.

He took them out one by one to play, sometimes casting minor spells smugly, sometimes teasing the Spirit Pet endlessly, sometimes lost in flipping through Records of Cultivation Anecdotes…