Kapitel 61: Chapter 21: I Heard That You Want to Challenge Me?
The efficiency of the cultivator construction team was astounding. They carved wood with bare hands and hewed stones with sword Qi. The house's basic structure was sketched out, and a simple spell set the materials in motion. The pace was rapid—within half an hour, the new house stood, a testament to their prowess.
Bai Lian took a stroll and returned to find the house atop Qiongming Peak expanded twofold. The construction team emerged from the new abode, their captain offering a cheerful greeting to Bai Lian.
"Hello, Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian. Any further changes needed?"
Bai Lian's smile was met with a response as spirit stones were exchanged. The captain tucked them away with a grin before declaring, "Work's done, brothers!"
Watching the construction team disperse, Su Youwei marveled at the scene. This was an unfamiliar sight to her.
Bai Lian explained the significance, "Cultivation isn't a simple path. Besides talent, resources play a crucial role. The sect allocates a fixed number of spirit stones each month. To gain more, these disciples take up various tasks to earn extra. From building houses to deliveries, even writing novels—it's the sect's way of reducing internal conflicts by keeping everyone occupied."
Xiao Jinse nodded in understanding, while Su Youwei sighed. Cultivation was indeed a challenging endeavor, and detachment from the mortal world was an ideal rather than a reality.
She touched the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl within her, still cold to the touch. How long would it take to awaken the dormant weapon spirit within it during her current lifetime?
...
As word of Su Youwei's mistreatment and Bai Lian's confrontation with Chen Lu reached Sect Leader Jue Yunzi, he found himself embroiled in an unexpected situation.
"Sect Leader, this…"
Seated in meditation, Jue Yunzi's impassive gaze met the furrowed brow of Chen Lu's master.
This predicament was clearly of Chen Lu's making. Jue Yunzi could discern the root cause—an imbalance of mentality.
Chen Lu had entered Duxian Sect as a revered genius, bearing titles like "One in Five Thousand Years," "The Ferocious Tiger of the Imperial Dynasty," and more. Her sights were set on becoming the sect's next leader, a goal that propelled her initial cultivation.
But as she faced a bottleneck in her cultivation, an unseen wall hampered her advancement. Her growth plateaued, her peers overtaking her. Despite her aspirations, she struggled to make headway, barely maintaining a place within the Yunluo Peak's top ten.
As sect leader aspirations dwindled, resentment festered. Bai Lian, with her remarkable achievements, stood at the forefront of Chen Lu's envy. A disciple of Zhuyan Mountain, Bai Lian had received An Lan's devoted mentorship, achieved Nascent Soul Stage in three years, and been considered as the next sect leader.
Any one of these reasons could breed envy, explaining Chen Lu's partiality to her junior martial brother, the catalyst for Su Youwei's ordeal.
Jue Yunzi shared Chen Lu's woes. He recognized the roots of her resentment but didn't anticipate Bai Lian's fierce retaliation.
Conversations grew heated, accusations flew, and Jue Yunzi contemplated covertly sending a message to An Lan. It was a complicated situation for a sect leader to navigate.
However, before he could make a decision, an abrupt crash shattered the tense atmosphere outside his door.
Jue Yunzi looked up, unsurprised to see Yan Yue—a purple-clad figure—entering the room, cradling a massive axe.
"Apologies, Elder Martial Brother."
A sense of foreboding enveloped Jue Yunzi.
Yan Yue's right hand rose, her voice commanding, "Tree, descend!"
The hall quaked, and a gory tree plummeted from the heavens, embedding itself in the chamber's center.
"Ouch!"
The Blood Tree Patriarch, uprooted and transported by Yan Yue, shuddered. Its existence seemed destined to face countless oppressions!
Unfazed, Yan Yue caressed the Blood Tree Patriarch, "Don't worry, I'll treat you to some top-notch nutrients once we return."
The Blood Tree Patriarch regained vitality, ready for action. "Tell me who to beat!"
Jue Yunzi's apprehension intensified. Chen Lu's master entered the room, exuding rage and demands for retribution.
Jue Yunzi sighed inwardly, a bad situation escalating.
Chen Lu's master confronted Yan Yue, her tone challenging, "Martial Sister Yan Yue, what do you intend?"
Yan Yue's tone was tinged with mockery, "Did you think you could frame Bai Lian without consequences? Do you treat Zhuyan Mountain as your plaything?"
Chen Lu's master faltered, "But Bai Lian is a disciple of Qiongming Peak."
Yan Yue's retort was swift, "She won't be for long. She's destined for Zhuyan Mountain."
"But An Lan…"
Yan Yue dismissed the tangent, her axe at the ready. "That's none of your concern. Are you here to argue or to fight?"
Chen Lu's master's clenched fist betrayed her frustration. "Are you here to torment me?"
Yan Yue was unyielding, "Blood Tree Patriarch is my sworn sibling. You could seek your own allies if you'd like."
The Blood Tree Patriarch lamented, "I'm dioecious!"
Chen Lu's master seethed, her response dripping with frustration, "I won't stoop to your level."
Yan Yue's axe flitted dangerously, "Will you reason, or shall I be unreasonable?"
With no viable retort, Chen Lu's master relented, her demeanor shifting from defiance to resignation.
Yan Yue wielded her weapon, her declaration sharp, "Blood Tree Patriarch is with me. Who will stand against me?"
Jue Yunzi watched, his brow furrowed, as the scene played out. The disruptive confrontation defused Chen Lu's hostility, thanks to Yan Yue's unorthodox methods.
The encounter ended, and Jue Yunzi's gaze shifted to the hole above him, the result of Yan Yue's unconventional entrance. Then he turned to the Blood Tree Patriarch, which now occupied his hall, an odd sense of amusement emerging.
As the commotion waned, Chen Lu's master departed, leaving Jue Yunzi to reflect. He realized that, although Yan Yue's tactics were rough, they achieved the desired outcome—temporarily quelling Chen Lu's vendetta against Bai Lian.
Satisfied, Jue Yunzi focused his thoughts on a more pressing issue. He peered at Bai Lian's activities through his divine sense, a testament to her mastery of the newly acquired spell—Thunder Abyss.
Combining water and thunder spirit Qi produced unparalleled power. Bai Lian had harnessed this fusion, creating a tempestuous web of lightning around her. The sky crackled, and a pool of frigid water below was tainted with a strange dark purple hue.
Yan Yue pondered aloud, puzzled by Bai Lian's unexpected abilities, "Shouldn't Bai Lian have a water attribute Spiritual Root?"
Jue Yunzi refrained from answering immediately. He held onto a theory—a concept from ancient texts—the Natural Saints' control over Qi through Tao.
Spiritual root attributes mattered little to Natural Saints. Even those lacking a Spiritual Root could control spirit Qi by relying on the Dao, launching their cultivation journey.
Bai Lian's recent awakening of Tao Halo was astounding, but her ability to control Qi with Tao so soon after was unheard of. Jue Yunzi pondered her incredible potential.
"Could she be the fated one?" Jue Yunzi mused, recalling prophecies of impending catastrophe that had circulated in the Eastern Divine Land.
The power Bai Lian displayed was unprecedented. Though Jue Yunzi's future remained uncertain, he hoped that Bai Lian's emergence could fortify the sect against impending turmoil.
Jue Yunzi cautioned Yan Yue to remain silent about Bai Lian's unique attributes, urging her to attribute them to double Spiritual Roots if questioned.
Yan Yue nodded, her compliance assured. "Elder Martial Brother, let me repair this house for you."
Jue Yunzi refused with a chuckle, "No need, I'll take care of it."
Yan Yue persisted, "I'd feel guilty."
Jue Yunzi responded, "Younger Martial Sister, it's a trivial matter. You needn't trouble yourself."
With Yan Yue dismissed, Jue Yunzi contemplated the amusing circumstances. In his own way, he appreciated Yan Yue's pragmatic approach, despite its unorthodoxy.
He saw Bai Lian off and checked in on Chen Lu once more, finding her demeanor transformed.
"I'm worthless!"
Jue Yunzi noted Chen Lu's shift from extreme jealousy to self-deprecation. Her internal demon had shifted, now echoing, "I won't tolerate cowardice!"
"Well, it's better than 'Jealousy twists my face'," Jue Yunzi mused, leaving Chen Lu to her introspection.
...
Nightfall descended, and Bai Lian's two juniors, Xiao Jinse and Su Youwei, regarded her expectantly.
"Elder Martial Sister, did the sect leader punish you?" Xiao Jinse asked, concern evident in her eyes.
Bai Lian shook her head, "The sect leader and I had a constructive conversation."
Relief washed over her juniors.
"That's a relief," Su Youwei admitted.
Bai Lian continued, leading them into the room. A red candle was lit, casting a warm glow.
"With nothing pressing at the moment, it's time for our first group lecture," Bai Lian announced.
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