The disciples below were dumbfounded.
This is the inner sect!
A place others would break their heads trying to enter, bribing and pulling strings, and this kid is still negotiating terms?!
Just as the elders were about to forcibly apply sect rules and tie Lin Yue up to drag him into the inner sect.
At the deepest part of the Nine Heavens Sect.
On that Lingxiao Peak, perpetually covered in snow and ice, a lazy yet extremely pleasant female voice suddenly rang out.
“This kid is to my liking.”
“I’ll cover his starting salary at Lingxiao Peak. Not only will he be exempt from morning lessons, but from now on, he’ll also be in charge of our peak’s meals.”
As soon as this voice sounded, the entire arena fell into dead silence again.
Even the elders who had been arguing red-faced just a moment ago obediently shut their mouths, expressions of awe on their faces.
Chu Wanning, seated on the high platform, heard this voice and actually showed a rare hint of helplessness on her eternally icy face.
“Master… why are you awake?” she murmured softly.
The peak lord of Lingxiao Peak.
The most mysterious, highest combat prowess, and most unreliable elder of the Nine Heavens Sect—Mu Qingxue.
“Wanning.”
That lazy voice sounded again, as if echoing right by everyone’s ears.
“Bring this kid who can cook… oh no, who uses a heavy sword, up to me. Your master is hungry.”
Lin Yue was completely dumbfounded now.
“Cook? Who said I can cook?!”
Lin Yue protested loudly, “I’d even burn a hole through the pot just boiling water! This is a forced sale—I refuse!”
However, the protest was invalid.
Chu Wanning’s figure flickered, and she appeared directly on the arena stage.
She grabbed Lin Yue by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chick.
“Senior Sister, in front of everyone, give me some face!”
Lin Yue struggled all around.
“Shut up.”
Chu Wanning lowered her voice and shot him a fierce glare.
“My master has a strange temper. If you don’t go, she might cut you down with one sword strike. Then you won’t even have a place to sleep.”
Chu Wanning formed a hand seal with one hand, and a crystalline ice sword materialized in midair.
She stepped onto the flying sword with Lin Yue in hand, turned into a streak of white light, and shot straight toward Lingxiao Peak.
Leaving behind tens of thousands of disciples below, bewildered in the wind.
And in the corner, An Xiaoxiao, whose gaze was gradually turning dangerous.
“Inner sect… might as well go there and have some fun.”
On the flying sword.
Lin Yue was held in Chu Wanning’s hand, the oncoming gale stinging his face painfully.
“Senior Sister, I’m afraid of heights. Can I hold your waist?”
Lin Yue tested slyly.
“If you dare touch me, I’ll throw you off from here.”
Chu Wanning didn’t look back, her voice cold as ice.
But because the two were extremely close, and the connection through the green jade token in Lin Yue’s chest hadn’t been severed, Lin Yue could clearly feel that Chu Wanning’s heartbeat was accelerating at an abnormal rate.
“Thump… thump…”
“Senior Sister.”
Lin Yue held back his laughter and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Your heart is beating faster than the flying sword.”
Chu Wanning’s figure suddenly wobbled.
The flying sword nearly crashed in midair.
“Say one more word, and I’ll pull out your tongue!”
Chu Wanning’s face was so red it looked like it would bleed.
She was now deeply regretting why she had given the token to this lecher.
Now, her own secrets were being seen through by this rogue!
The two of them landed on the peak of Lingxiao Peak in this extremely strange and ambiguous state of “spiritual power synchronization.”
Lingxiao Peak had none of the ethereal palaces one might imagine.
Only a few extremely crude wooden huts and a large, steaming hot spring.
Beside the hot spring, dozens of empty wine jars were scattered haphazardly.
A woman in extremely loose, even disheveled red robes was lying utterly gracelessly on a rattan chair.
She held a wine gourd in her hand, occasionally taking a swig.
Her long hair was strewn casually on the ground, revealing a stretch of blindingly fair calves.
Stunningly beautiful.
It was a beauty completely opposite to Chu Wanning’s “cold and abstinent” style—aggressive and languid.
“Master.”
Chu Wanning released Lin Yue and respectfully bowed.
“The person has been brought.”
Mu Qingxue half-opened her drunken, hazy eyes.
She belched, her gaze sweeping over Lin Yue twice.
“So this is the handyman who smashed Ling Feng flying with one sword?”
Mu Qingxue sat up, her red robe slipping halfway off her shoulder, revealing large expanses of snowy white skin.
“He’s quite handsome, much more pleasing to the eye than those chanting old Daoist priests.”
Lin Yue looked at this peak lord who had no dignity as an elder, grumbling inwardly.
Why are the higher-ups of this Nine Heavens Sect so unreliable, one after another?
“Greetings, Peak Lord.”
Lin Yue cupped his hands, “Let me state upfront, I really can’t cook.”
“Can’t cook?”
Mu Qingxue suddenly set down her wine gourd.
Her figure vanished from the rattan chair without warning, and the next second, she appeared directly in front of Lin Yue.
The distance between them was less than a finger’s width.
Mu Qingxue’s captivating peach-blossom eyes stared intently into Lin Yue’s eyes.
A terrifying pressure belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivation great power pressed down on Lin Yue like a tsunami.
Chu Wanning was greatly alarmed.
“Master! Please spare him!”
But Lin Yue did not retreat.
His eyes became extremely deep in that instant.
The Devil Emperor’s true qi inside his body automatically circulated, firmly blocking the pressure outside.
Not only that, Lin Yue also smelled an extremely familiar, ancient scent on Mu Qingxue.
It was… the smell of burnt star anise and stewed pork ribs that had been overcooked.
“Three thousand years ago.”
Mu Qingxue stared at Lin Yue, her voice suddenly turning somewhat hoarse.
“There was a bastard who also looked at me with that same gaze.”
Lin Yue’s heart thumped.
‘Shit!’
‘Could it be another romantic debt from before?!’
“That bastard said,” Mu Qingxue’s eyes gradually became somewhat dazed, even carrying a hint of gnashing resentment.
“He said that women only affect his speed in drawing the sword. Unless that woman could make something called ‘Divine Jumping Wall’.”
Mu Qingxue grabbed Lin Yue by the collar and pulled him in front of her.
“I’ve been stewing soup here for three thousand years and blown up eight hundred pots! If you say today that you can’t make it, I’ll throw you into the cauldron and stew you like ginseng!”
At this moment, that account book spoke again in his mind.
Its voice wasn’t like a system, but rather like a debt-collecting accountant, with a mercenary tone that enjoyed watching the drama unfold: ‘Three thousand years ago, a certain Devil Emperor once traveled to the Eastern Wastelands and casually saved a little girl being hunted by monsters. That girl shamelessly insisted on following him and even said she wanted to be his Dao companion.’
‘But this lord at the time was full of thoughts of conquering the world. To get rid of her, he casually made up a famous dish called “Divine Jumping Wall,” saying that if she could make it, he would marry her.’
In the end, that girl actually believed it.
Who would have thought, three thousand years passed.
With the account book’s mocking voice, Lin Yue’s fist tightened.
‘Damn it, owing so many bad debts, and the opponent’s cultivation level is so high. If discovered, he’d be crushed to death directly.’
“Ahem… uh…”
Lin Yue looked at this woman who had become obsessed with “cooking” and decided to play to his strength—going with the flow.