Chapter 117
Song Pianxian smiled at Yu Yi, waiting for her response. In her eyes, Yu Yi tilted her head slightly, blinked innocently and calmly.
“Yeah, Tang Miao stayed at Daiyuan Peak for a while before.”
Yu Yi’s face brightened with joy: “Speaking of which, besides Senior Sister Qu, he’s the first old friend from the sect I’ve seen recently.”
Song Pianxian nodded. There was no mention of Tang Miao in her information. He was probably just a passing figure in the text. It was normal for Yu Yi to have acquaintances growing up in Lingyun Sect.
And what Yu Yi hinted at was that her former companions and old friends, after she lost her foundation and cultivation, ignored her, even avoided her.
Song Pianxian gently patted her head:
“If you want to see them, just call them over. I believe they won’t refuse. They dare not refuse.”
Yu Yi may or may not have understood the implication, but she nodded with a smile in her eyes.
Only then did Song Pianxian turn to look at Tang Miao.
Even if she didn’t turn around, just now she could sense with her divine sense that Tang Miao wanted to step forward to answer. However, the female cultivator beside him kept warning him with her eyes, afraid that he would speak out and offend herself.
He might not be mature, but his character was decent. He wasn’t afraid to act, and still had some youthful spirit.
Compared to the female cultivator beside him with her shaky foundation and wandering gaze, he appeared more discerning.
Song Pianxian walked back to the steward. The steward quickly and respectfully said:
“Daiyuan Peak is different from others. Except for Senior Han, there are no disciples even serving. Therefore, two more outer disciples have been sent here specifically for you to command.”
At a time when Daiyuan Peak lacked people, these tools came knocking at the door, so naturally, Song Pianxian accepted them.
With a sweep of her divine sense, she found that the female cultivator named He Ying had slightly higher cultivation, already forming a golden core, but her cultivation was unstable. Tang Miao was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and if he could break through to forming a core, he would have more potential than He Ying.
Moreover, Tang Miao was an old acquaintance of Yu Yi’s. Song Pianxian intended to let Tang Miao serve nearby, but she didn’t expect Tang Miao to take the initiative and ask to guard the foot of Daiyuan Peak.
Song Pianxian raised an eyebrow, and her gaze shifted to Yu Yi.
Yu Yi said, “Let him go.”
Song Pianxian nodded and tossed a bottle of pills over: “Practice well.”
A whole bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill!
Tang Miao was overjoyed.
To break through to the Golden Core stage, one needed to consume Foundation Establishment Pills. For the past half year, he had been saving up spirit stones to buy them, but unexpectedly, he now received a whole bottle.
“Thank you, Elder Song.” Tang Miao tightly grasped the Foundation Establishment Pill and looked at Song Pianxian, his eyes shining brightly.
Song Pianxian smiled faintly. “No need.”
“If you successfully break through, Yu Yi will also be pleased.”
He Ying beside them was almost in tears. She had always heard that even a small thing dropped by high-level cultivators was precious, which was why she envied Tang Miao for being appreciated by Daiyuan Peak in the past.
Senior Sister Jiao threw Tang Miao to Daiyuan Peak and even let her act as a spy, but as soon as he arrived, Tang Miao received benefits from the elders and was assisted in forming his core. This only fueled He Ying’s jealousy even more.
Tang Miao went to the foot of the mountain to guard with the spirit beasts, while He Ying was arranged to go to Qingyun Hall to receive various kinds of grass seeds and scatter them around Daiyuan Peak.
After He Ying scattered the seeds, Song Pianxian stood in the clouds, waved her sleeves, and her spiritual power poured down like spring rain. Under the peak, layers of greenery unfolded like waves of pines, rustling softly.
Song Pianxian lowered her gaze, then looked at Daiyuan Peak again. Everywhere was deep green and lush, with a light dusting of snow on top.
And Yu Yi stood quietly on the last patch of white on Daiyuan Peak.
She stood at the edge of the steep cliff, with the vast sea of clouds beneath her feet, the clouds rising and falling, immortal cranes calling out, their wings brushing against thin clouds, the sunlight like moonlight, white as snow.
Yu Yi rarely wore a bright red robe. Without looking down, she looked up at herself.
Like a tiny grain of cinnabar gazing over, small and insignificant.
Song Pianxian unfolded her sleeves, sprinkled out the last bit of spiritual power, nourishing all things.
It was time to go and meet Yu Yi, to go to the mountainside she had chosen, where a new cave had been prepared.
At this moment, Song Pianxian didn’t know that when Yu Yi looked up at her, her breathing became slightly erratic.
The dazzling sunlight was right behind Song Pianxian, enveloping her in light, her figure shining like flowing gold.
But such a radiant Song Pianxian was also like the moon, coming towards her along the moon’s trajectory in the clear sky.
Yu Yi couldn’t even articulate why she felt this way.
All she knew was that looking at Song Pianxian in this manner, there was only one desire in her mind—
To become her.
It wasn’t enough just to be with her.
She wanted to become her, to stand in the clouds like her.
And those who lurked in the shadows coveting her would all meet their deserved ends in her rise.
No rush, take it slow.
At present, Song Pianxian had brushed off the remnants of clouds from her sleeves and gracefully landed in front of herself.
“Why are you standing here? Are you cold?” she asked herself, not waiting for an answer as she took her own hands and held them in her warm palms.
Yu Yi’s gaze fell on their joined hands. She knew her frozen, reddened fingers were greedily absorbing warmth from her, yet she still shook her head.
“Just waiting for you,” Yu Yi replied with the appropriate tone.
Sure enough, she heard Song Pianxian let out a light sigh, as if blaming her for being too understanding.
“Let’s go, we’ll go to the new cave.”
“Okay.”
The new cave was also a treasure left by her mother, with everything inside complete. There were flying pavilions, alchemy rooms, and medicine fields, all equipped. In the medicine field, there was a high-level spirit gathering array nurturing a variety of easy-to-manage spirit herbs, which had been growing for hundreds of years, probably planted during the last use.
These spirit herbs were not of high rank, only showing some potential after a hundred years of growth. But because they were planted by her mother, Yu Yi valued them greatly, instructing He Ying to focus on caring for this medicine field.
Whether intentionally or not, when giving instructions, Yu Yi didn’t say much to He Ying, only giving a faint instruction before letting her go.
There were always some unwritten rules for outer disciples when doing sect tasks. For example, when overseeing the medicine field, if there was no set amount when the herbs matured and seeded, disciples could greedily take some seeds to sell at the market, which was considered profitable.
He Ying understood this well, especially since even her own Tang Miao had received benefits. She felt it was only fair for her to benefit as well. Therefore, not only did she keep two seeds of the hundred-year Scorpion Heart Grass, but when she heard that someone at the market was offering a high price for five-hundred-year Maitreya Leaves, she boldly dug up a plant.
Elder Song generally didn’t visit the medicine field, and Yu Yi lacked divine awareness. Plus, there were dozens of Maitreya Leaves. He Ying felt she wouldn’t be discovered.
But she never expected that as soon as she returned to Daiyuan Peak after relinquishing the Maitreya Leaves, she would be summoned by the indifferent Yu Yi.
Feeling guilty, He Ying was nervous, but knowing that Elder Song had taken the inner disciples to a secret realm today and wasn’t at Daiyuan Peak, she felt relieved.
After all, Yu Yi was just a useless person. Even if she were discovered, she would only be punished at the disciplinary hall. It wouldn’t lead to her death in Elder Song’s anger.
So when she saw Yu Yi, He Ying remained composed and asked, “I wonder what Senior Sister Yu has instructed?”
Yu Yi stroked the silver fox in her arms and leisurely replied, “Hmm? Can’t you guess?”
He Ying’s breath hitched. “Is Senior Sister asking about the medicine field?” she smiled and carefully chose her words, “The spirit herbs have been growing well recently, but the spirit stones in the gathering array are running out, so we need to replenish them—”
“I’m not interested in pursuing the matter of you stealing spirit herbs,” Yu Yi interrupted.
He Ying’s heart skipped a beat. Yu Yi really knew about it, but how did she find out?
Panicking inwardly, He Ying saw that Yu Yi didn’t seem too upset and quickly said, “It was my mistake. Senior Sister Yu’s understanding of the difficulties faced by us outer disciples is truly appreciated. I am deeply grateful.”
Yu Yi yawned lightly, stroking the tiger’s mouth of the hand holding the silver fox, which was nestled against the fox’s neck.
The silver fox trembled in her hand, but Yu Yi smiled faintly and said, “You don’t need to thank me. All you have to do is lend me your spirit platform and sea of consciousness, and you’ll be doing me a great favor.”
He Ying suddenly looked up. “What does Senior Sister mean by this?”
The spirit platform and sea of consciousness are crucial for cultivators. For those below the Nascent Soul stage, even a slight mishap could harm the soul.
This wasn’t just borrowing; it was about severing He Ying’s path, even endangering her life!
How could Yu Yi dare to say such words? What did she rely on?
“I will accept punishment from the disciplinary hall for stealing spirit herbs, Senior Sister need not bother,” He Ying said.
He Ying didn’t dare to stay any longer. She put away her smiling face, activated her spiritual power, and was about to rush out of the cave. However, she was trapped by an invisible barrier.
Even at the moment she touched the barrier, her spiritual power was instantly frozen into ice, unable to move.
“Yu Yi, you—” He Ying couldn’t finish her sentence.
Yu Yi came prepared! Fear filled He Ying’s eyes, her teeth chattering. Yu Yi hadn’t intended to let her go today, and she had fallen into her trap without any guard.
If she had realized earlier and informed Jiao Xiao or even the true face of Qu Xirong behind her, who knows…
The bone-chilling cold penetrated her marrow, causing unbearable pain all over her body. Her sea of consciousness was on the verge of shattering, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
A soft laugh echoed in He Ying’s ears, and Yu Yi’s hoarse voice seemed to come from the clouds, “Just because I lack cultivation, do you all underestimate me like this?”
Yes, underestimated. He Ying’s fading consciousness thought, even Qu Xirong behind Jiao Xiao might end up falling into Yu Yi’s hands like herself.
The day Song Pianxian returned, as soon as she entered the cave, Yu Yi rushed into her arms like a fledgling bird.
Compared to the previous worlds, Yu Yi was incredibly obedient, much more reserved, rarely taking the initiative to get close, let alone throwing herself into Song Pianxian’s arms.
Song Pianxian held the silent Yu Yi in her arms and quickly embraced her back, “What happened?”
Yu Yi looked up, her chin against Song Pianxian’s body, her eyes shimmering with tears, cheeks tinged with a peach-like blush, and tiny tear drops clinging to her eyelashes.
“Pianxian,” she called out, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, “that female disciple… she tampered with my medicine field.”
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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