Volume Seven of Desire for Immortals

Word count: 12007. Volume Seven: Entering the Moonlit Night to Pay Homage to a New Master. 1. Ying Wushuang has been gone for over three months, and Zhou Yaoyang hasn't returned to his little wooden house for almost three months either. That little wooden house holds too many memories of him and Ying Wushuang; even the small bed where Ying Wushuang slept still retains her lingering fragrance. Every time he returns there, Zhou Yaoyang feels a suffocating feeling, as if he can't breathe. These days, Zhou Yaoyang spends his days wandering around the spirit stone mine, gathering spiritual herbs and hunting wild game, and his nights mining (sleeping) inside the spirit stone mine. There's no other way; after all, he has a fully automatic mining machine. The Ten Thousand Demon Domain is a pristine place with green mountains and clear waters, birdsong and fragrant flowers. Not only is the scenery beautiful, but there are also many strange mountains and rocks, things Zhou Yaoyang had never seen in his previous life. Through these days of traveling and enjoying the scenery in the Ten Thousand Demon Domain, Zhou Yaoyang's depressed mood has eased considerably. He told Gao Ping that Ying Wushuang had gotten lost while hunting wild game, so he was going out to look for her. Gao Ping didn't say anything, but patted Zhou Yaoyang's shoulder with a serious expression. Zhou Yaoyang continued to give Gao Ping a high-grade spirit stone every day. However, both were straightforward, cunning, and treacherous people. Over the past six months, the two had gradually developed some affection for each other, feeling quite compatible. That day, Zhou Yaoyang collected a lot of spiritual herbs along the way. As the sun was setting, he still showed no sign of returning. Through his advancement to the Golden Core cultivation level, his abilities of silk and illusion also... As Zhou Yaoyang grew, he gradually understood that Silk and Illusion seemed to be growth-type artifacts, becoming stronger as his strength increased. For example, Illusion's Shadow Concealment skill now seemed to be even more stealthy. He had previously slipped past canine demon beasts while hidden in the shadows, and the beasts were completely unaware. It's known that canine demon beasts have the strongest sense of smell and hearing among demon beasts. Zhou Yaoyang knew that even they couldn't detect him, so he could slip away from the Myriad Demon Realm unscathed using only Illusion. Illusion's fixed-point teleportation function had also increased from only two points to five. This made traveling much easier for Zhou Yaoyang. He set up a teleportation point at the deepest part of the mine, so he could teleport back to the mine to mine (or sleep) after wandering around outside for a while. What annoyed him a little was that the teleportation function had a three-second loading bar, and the return-to-town effect was quite cool. When the return-to-town was activated, his whole body began to emit a dazzling white light, which became brighter and brighter. After the three-second countdown, even his figure could not be seen anymore. Only a blinding white light flashed, and he was back at the teleportation point. "Ha! Heavenly Spirit Grass! Good stuff!" "!" Zhou Yaoyang picked another spiritual herb from under an ancient, gnarled tree, wiped his forehead, looked up at the sky, and knew that it would be dark in about an hour. It was time to go back. The Demon Realm at night was ten times more terrifying than during the day. Most ferocious carnivorous demon beasts were nocturnal, and he couldn't guarantee that hiding in the shadows wouldn't be discovered by powerful demons. If they did, he would be dead. But as he looked around to see if there were any spiritual herbs nearby and prepared to retreat, he noticed a mountain peak shrouded in mist a few miles to the west. "Spiritual energy gathering mist?" Zhou Yaoyang was stunned. Although he had seen many places with abundant spiritual energy and beautiful mountains in the Demon Realm, this kind of misty, windswept place was a first for him. He quickened his pace and walked over. As Zhou Yaoyang drew closer to the mountain peak, he gradually sensed something amiss. The surrounding mountains were lush and verdant, densely forested, and eerily silent. Especially striking was the massive boulder, as tall as a man, standing at the foot of the mountain path. Inscribed on the boulder were two large characters: "Forbidden Land." Forbidden Land? Zhou Yaoyang's eyes narrowed. This place was clearly no ordinary location, and even his breath carried a rich fragrance as he approached the foot of the mountain. Looking at the narrow path leading directly to the summit, Zhou Yaoyang paused briefly before striding forward. Fortune favors the bold; there must be some treasure on this mountain. He was determined to explore it today. He'd even seen the Ten Great Demon Kings; if things didn't go well, he could always retreat to the city. He wasn't afraid of anything! As he ventured deeper into the path, nearing the summit, Zhou Yaoyang felt a growing sense of unease. The surrounding spiritual energy was so dense that it seemed to condense into rain! With each step he took, he could feel the delicate fragrance mingling with the unique scent of the air, as if he were enveloped in a rain of perfume. Was this… the sound of a flute? Zhou Yaoyang could vaguely make out a small bamboo house on the mountaintop, and from it emanated a melodious flute melody. The music was gentle and slow, carrying a hint of longing and melancholy. Having played the zither for so long, Zhou Yaoyang had a basic understanding of music and immediately recognized the flute music as coming from a woman confined to her chambers, filled with sorrow. Sure enough, when Zhou Yaoyang reached the mountaintop and came to a spot not far from the small bamboo house, he saw a woman dressed in a yellow dress and wrapped in a golden fur coat. The woman was slender and graceful, her long hair piled high, and her brows held a captivating allure. Although Zhou Yaoyang didn't think she was as beautiful as his master, Luo Yun, he felt she possessed a unique charm. Even though she was simply playing the flute quietly, her bright eyes tinged with sadness and melancholy, she stirred an irresistible urge to pity and cherish him. Damn it! What kind of forbidden area is this? It's hiding a fox spirit! From her golden fur coat, Zhou Yaoyang could roughly guess that this woman was a demon, and a powerful demon king capable of transforming into human form. Whether she was a fox spirit or not, he didn't know, but judging from her seductive expression, she was probably close. Since she was a demon king, she was at least at the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, since Situ Hao's henchmen, Ah Da and Ah Er, were already at the Tribulation Transcending Realm. It was probably too late for him to escape now. Damn it, what a miscalculation! Zhou Yaoyang felt a pang of annoyance. The woman seemed oblivious to him, continuing to play her flute. Since he couldn't escape anyway, Zhou Yaoyang brazenly sat cross-legged a dozen meters away, pretending to listen attentively. Gradually, the melancholic flute melody seemed to move him. He unconsciously thought of Ying Wushuang, who had left him, and even his lover from a past life. He pulled his guqin from his storage space and began to play in harmony with the flute. Instantly, the lonely flute music had accompaniment, and the entire melody seemed to become complete and harmonious. As night deepened, Zhou Yaoyang didn't even realize when the guqin's harmony with the flute had shifted to the flute's harmony with the guqin. He also didn't know when he started playing several love songs from his past life, prompting the flute to tirelessly follow and echo the guqin's music. When the guqin music ended, the woman in the yellow dress looked at Zhou Yaoyang with surprise, but Zhou Yaoyang got up, put the guqin back into his storage space, and turned to leave. Having seen the man and put on a show, it was best to make a quick getaway before the demon king realized what was happening… Zhou Yaoyang hurried down the mountain, glanced at the summit, and unconsciously set up a teleportation point before teleporting back to the mine. Meanwhile, the woman in the yellow dress on the summit frowned slightly, put away her bamboo flute, and slowly walked into the bamboo hut. Time flies in the mountains; half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Yaoyang's storage space now contained over a million high-grade spirit stones. He was too lazy to even pick up low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones anymore; he was numb to them. When you have a lot of money, it just becomes a number, and that's how Zhou Yaoyang felt. It was about time to go back and see Qin Yue and the others… and then find a place to learn alchemy… to refine some Foundation Establishment Pills for Qin Yue. He had the formulas and the spiritual herbs; after learning alchemy, he could even refine Condensing Pill Dew or even Nascent Soul Pills for her. Zhou Yaoyang had already made up his mind to leave the Ten Thousand Demon Domain. It wasn't that he didn't want to refine pills now, but he simply couldn't understand the technical terms in the pill formulas. Things like "guiding qi and igniting fire" and "gathering liquid and turning it into mud" were like showing a calculus textbook to someone who hadn't finished elementary school—it left him completely bewildered. Therefore, if Zhou Yaoyang wanted to refine pills, he needed to find a teacher first. Gao Ping was quite generous; upon hearing that Zhou Yaoyang wanted to learn pill refining, he immediately gave him a considerable amount of the spiritual herbs he had collected over the years, enough to fill three storage bags. Each storage bag had fifty cubic meters of space, demonstrating the sheer quantity of herbs. Although most of the herbs Gao Ping gave him were low-grade, only enough to refine pills at the Golden Core stage, Zhou Yaoyang remembered Gao Ping's favor. When Zhou Yaoyang left, he didn't say anything to Gao Ping, only leaving a storage bag containing ten thousand high-grade spirit stones in the small house, presumably so Gao Ping would understand what it meant. Zhou Yaoyang arrived at the bamboo house of the woman in the yellow dress. He prepared to bid her farewell. For the past six months, he had often come to this bamboo house to play music with the woman in the yellow dress, partly to alleviate his loneliness, and partly because a true friend was hard to find. The two remained silent, one playing the flute, the other the zither, their music intertwining and lingering, everything understood without words. Just as Zhou Yaoyang reached the bamboo house, the woman in the yellow dress came out. She glanced at him expressionlessly as usual, took out her bamboo flute, and was about to play when she heard Zhou Yaoyang speak. "Sister, I've come to say goodbye," Zhou Yaoyang said softly from the side. "Are you leaving the Demon Realm?" A melodious, light voice came from the woman in the yellow dress, but her brows were slightly furrowed, showing a hint of sadness. "Yes." "When will you be back?" "I don't know." "Not coming back?" Zhou Yaoyang, who was about to say he didn't know, saw the woman in the yellow dress's eyes flicker with a hint of reluctance, and his heart warmed. He replied, "I will definitely come back to visit my sister soon." "You may leave."The woman in the yellow dress seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. She slowly turned around and said nothing more.
"Sister, I am Zhou Yaoyang. I do not know your name." "Name...it's been too long...I can't remember..." the woman in the yellow dress said softly. "Uh...you've forgotten your name?" Zhou Yaoyang was slightly taken aback, but then somewhat relieved. It was said that these demon cultivators had long lifespans; it was not uncommon for demon cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage to live for ten thousand years. This woman had been alone here for who knows how long, with no one speaking to her or paying attention to her. It seemed possible that she had forgotten her name. "Sister, how about I give you a name?" Zhou Yaoyang, emboldened by some unknown reason, took a few steps forward. The woman in the yellow dress neither agreed nor disagreed, and simply stood quietly with her back to Zhou Yaoyang. "With the misty rain surrounding this place and your beautiful face, how about you be called Yuyan?" "Yuyan?" the woman in the yellow dress murmured, repeating the name without turning around. "Hehe, if you don't like it, sister, just pretend I didn't say anything. I'll take my leave now. Who knows when we'll meet again? Please take care!" Zhou Yaoyang smiled slightly awkwardly when the woman in the yellow dress didn't agree. He bowed and prepared to leave. "Thank you for the name, brother. I like it very much..." Just as Zhou Yaoyang turned and took a few steps, the woman in the yellow dress's voice came from behind him. "Sister will also be leaving this place soon. There should be some good treasures buried at the bottom of this mountain. Before you leave, brother, please consider those treasures a small token of your affection..." After saying this, the woman in the yellow dress slowly walked back to the bamboo house and closed the small door. Treasures? Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaoyang immediately perked up. He bowed respectfully to the bamboo house, then glanced around at the wondrous place where he and Yu Yan had played music together and shared spiritual communion over the past six months. He slowly descended the mountain. "Yu Yan... Yu Yan..." Inside the bamboo house, watching his disappearing figure through the small window, Yu Yan was somewhat dazed. She had been alone here for a thousand years, during which time many foolish humans and demons had tried to disturb her, only to be mercilessly reduced to ashes and their souls scattered. But this little man, whom she had only known for half a year—or even just someone she had played music with—had actually given her a name. "Zhou Yaoyang... I'll remember you..." For some reason, Yu Yan's usually expressionless face blossomed into a smile. 3 "Here it is... Silk! Let's get started!" "Yes, Master." Watching Silk transform into an eight-legged spider, constantly scattering the hard rocks in front of her, Zhou Yaoyang smiled and went to a shady spot under a tree. He took out a piece of roasted meat and a small pot of wine, leisurely eating and drinking. After Zhou Yaoyang advanced to the Core Formation stage, Silk's abilities also strengthened. She can now materialize, turning her body, or a part of her body, into something real and displaying it to ordinary people. According to Silk's scientific explanation, the human eye has a very limited ability to receive light wave refraction. Humans cannot see many wavelengths of light, just like some radios cannot receive shortwave stations. However, many animals, such as dogs and cats, can see many wavelengths that the human eye cannot receive. This means that humans are completely blind in front of many things, such as Silk. But now Silk can adjust her own light wave refraction, allowing her to reveal herself to people. Although Zhou Yaoyang does not yet know what this ability is used for, he still feels that he has learned something new. After a series of habitual actions—drinking, eating meat, and then taking a nap—Zhou Yaoyang opened his bleary eyes and found the moon already high in the sky. "Damn, I overslept..." Zhou Yaoyang shook his head and looked at the spot where Si had just dug. The former rocky cliff now had a dark opening, and Si had already returned to his body. Zhou Yaoyang walked over and found the hole to be bottomless. Fortunately, Si had given him enough height. Zhou Yaoyang bent down slightly and crawled into the hole. The slope inside became increasingly steep. It took Zhou Yaoyang a full ten minutes to see a faint light ahead. Zhou Yaoyang was very familiar with this light, because he saw it every day. This was fluorite, a by-product of the spirit stone vein. So it was just a spirit stone mine? Zhou Yaoyang was slightly disappointed. For others, discovering a spirit stone mine out of nowhere was like finding a bank, guaranteeing them a comfortable life for generations to come. But Zhou Yaoyang already had over a million high-grade spirit stones and was numb from digging so much that he had lost all interest in spirit stones. Hmm? Something's not right, the fragrance seems even stronger! After walking for a while, Zhou Yaoyang noticed that many high-grade spirit stones were starting to appear on the cave walls. Generally, the outer perimeter of a spirit stone vein is filled with low-grade spirit stones, the closer you dig to the center you'll find mid-grade spirit stones, and only at the very center of the vein are high-grade spirit stones. But this vein seemed different; even the outer perimeter was filled with pieces of high-grade spirit stones shimmering with a faint yellow luster. Moreover, the further Zhou Yaoyang went, the more he could smell a fragrant aroma emanating from the depths of the cave. He was familiar with this fragrance; it was the perennial scent that lingered on the mountain, but the fragrance here seemed much stronger, making him feel refreshed and clear-headed. "Holy crap...could these be...?" When Zhou Yaoyang reached the end of the cave, he saw a dazzling purple light. It was an underground cave, only about a hundred meters wide and deep, but the cave walls, ceiling, and even the ground were covered with countless amethyst crystals shimmering with purple light. In the center of the cave, there was a black crystal the size of a van. "Purple...spirit stone? Could this be the legendary top-grade spirit stone?" Zhou Yaoyang walked into this purple crystal palace in disbelief. He broke off a small piece of the purple crystal from the wall, examined it, and tried to absorb it. Instantly, a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed into Zhou Yaoyang's body from the small piece of purple crystal. "Damn it!" Zhou Yaoyang exclaimed and hurriedly shook off the spirit stone. He felt his arm, which had just absorbed spiritual energy, become numb and painful. His meridians couldn't withstand the surging spiritual energy within this top-grade spirit stone!
"Damn it! I'm rich... I'm really rich... Hahaha... Hahahaha!" Zhou Yaoyang stared blankly at the top-grade spirit stones shimmering with dazzling purple light all around him, then suddenly burst into wild laughter. If a low-grade spirit stone is equivalent to ten Hong Kong dollars, a mid-grade spirit stone is one hundred, and a high-grade spirit stone is one thousand Hong Kong dollars, but a top-grade spirit stone is practically gold compared to Hong Kong dollars! Although gold is a hard currency, nobody uses it to buy things because it's rare. In this cultivation world, top-grade spirit stones are like gold on Earth, or even more valuable. It's said that one top-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, and there's no market for them. Those who can possess or use top-grade spirit stones are all powerful figures or big shots. Such things are practically just legends among ordinary people; very few have ever seen them. After Zhou Yaoyang's emotions calmed down a bit, he noticed the black crystal the size of a minivan in the center of the cave, and at the very top of that crystal, there seemed to be a white object. Zhou Yaoyang hurriedly stepped forward, and when he clearly saw the white petal, he froze. A datura flower… Could this be a datura flower?! Zhou Yaoyang quickly took out the jade slip from the Ancient Pill Sect. During his nearly one year in the Ten Thousand Demon Domain, he had taken out these two jade slips almost daily to repeatedly study and memorize them. The appearance, medicinal properties, and effects of thousands of spiritual herbs were deeply etched into his mind. But when he saw this white flower, resembling a lotus, he again took out the jade slip for comparison. After a long while, he took a deep breath and confirmed that this was indeed the datura flower from the jade slip. The datura flower, a legendary spiritual object that could revive the dead and regenerate tendons from bones, sprouts every ten thousand years, blooms every ten thousand years, and grows one petal every ten thousand years. This datura flower before him had seven petals, meaning it had been growing here for at least ninety thousand years! Ninety thousand years! Holy crap! Zhou Yaoyang remembered that the history of human civilization on Earth was only seven thousand years, but this flower had actually grown for ninety thousand years, which was simply a miracle. Zhou Yaoyang remembered that the datura flower could be used to refine many rare spiritual medicines, and the main ingredient of these spiritual medicines was the datura flower. Among them were spiritual medicines that could prolong life, beautify the skin, and even bring the dead back to life. Although bringing the dead back to life was a bit of an exaggeration, as long as a person still had a breath left, they could be instantly cured after consuming the spiritual medicine. The efficacy of the datura flower was no joke! Zhou Yaoyang carefully stepped forward to remove the datura flower, only to notice the large, dark, shiny crystal beneath him. "What is this thing? Could there be an even higher-grade spiritual stone on top of this top-grade spiritual stone?" Zhou Yaoyang didn't know. He only felt that the spiritual energy within this spiritual stone was hundreds or thousands of times more concentrated than that of a purple top-grade spiritual stone. He dared not try to absorb it. Even the spiritual energy within a top-grade spiritual stone was too much for his meridians to withstand, let alone this higher-grade black spiritual stone. "Silk! Empty this place! Empty it completely! Quickly!" Zhou Yaoyang knew he couldn't linger here. He was certain that Yu Yan on the mountain didn't even know the secret of this place. If she came down now and discovered so many top-grade spirit stones, or even datura flowers, he probably wouldn't get a single thing. "Yes, Master." Silk instantly appeared in front of Zhou Yaoyang, emitting dozens of white rays that shot out in all directions. Immediately, the purple top-grade spirit stones on the cave walls began to fall like rain, then were gathered by the white rays and returned to Zhou Yaoyang's chest, disappearing from sight. Half an hour later, Zhou Yaoyang looked around at the now pitch-black cave with satisfaction. Then he used teleportation to return to the foot of the mountain on the ground, and came back to the cave entrance. He had Silk seal the entrance until it looked as if the cave had never existed from the outside. Only then did Zhou Yaoyang clapp his hands and breathe a sigh of relief. "Sister Yuyan, I, Zhou Yaoyang, will remember this generous gift and repay it handsomely in the future!" Zhou Yaoyang bowed towards the mountaintop, observed for a while, and then a dazzling white light began to flash from his body. Three seconds later, he suddenly disappeared. 4 Zhou Yaoyang reappeared back in his own hut in the Purple Light Sect. He looked at the familiar hut in a daze, realizing that almost a year had passed since he last returned. The hut was spotless, even the sheets on the bed were clean. It seemed that Qin Yue often came to clean his room. Zhou Yaoyang smiled warmly, thinking of that silly girl who was so obedient and gentle to him. A moment later, a blurry black figure appeared in Qin Yue's room. Qin Yue was fast asleep, mumbling incoherently as she dreamt of something. Suddenly, Qin Yue felt her breathing become labored. She opened her eyes and, through a blur, saw that her clothes were wide open, even her underpants were pulled down to her knees. A dark figure was on top of her, sucking and licking her breasts, kneading her tender flesh, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Who are you!" Qin Yue was immediately terrified. She hurriedly tried to push the dark figure off her, but no matter how hard she tried, the person on top of her wouldn't budge, and even made a squeaking sound as he sucked on her delicate white breasts. Qin Yue's hands were firmly pressed to the bed, and her body writhed violently like a dying fish. When her legs were forcibly spread apart, tears streamed down Qin Yue's face. She kept screaming and struggling, but when a thick, hot penis forced its way into her body, she froze. "Junior brother? It's you?" Qin Yue's tone was incredulous. "Holy crap! How did you know that?" Zhou Yaoyang stared wide-eyed at Qin Yue, who was lying beneath him with tears streaming down her face. "You brat! You stinky junior brother! You tried to scare your senior sister to death! Waaah..." Qin Yue burst into tears upon hearing Zhou Yaoyang's reply, slapping the man on top of her a few times before covering her face and sobbing. "Uh... I just wanted to give you a surprise, hehe..." Zhou Yaoyang leaned down, turned Qin Yue's face, and gently kissed her wet cheeks. "If you ever scare me like that again, I... I won't talk to you anymore!" Qin Yue, still shaken, reached out and touched Zhou Yaoyang's face and back before finally relaxing. "Senior sister, how did you know it was me?" Zhou Yaoyang felt the comfort of being tightly enveloped and slowly began to thrust. "I won't tell you." Qin Yue shyly turned her head away, ignoring the old rogue on top of her. "Tell me..." "No!" "Really not?" "No..." "Looks like you're going to force me to use my ultimate move again?" "Huh?" "Hmph! What a stubborn little wench! Watch my ancestral secret technique! Dragon Claw Hand!" "Go to hell!" The intense battle didn't subside until dawn. The two embraced tightly and fell into a deep sleep until noon before slowly waking up. "Junior brother, it really is you... I thought I was dreaming again..." Qin Yue lay on Zhou Yaoyang's chest, gazing at the handsome face she had longed for day and night, and said softly. "Can a dream be this comfortable? Silly girl..." Zhou Yaoyang affectionately pinched Qin Yue's little nose, his face full of lewdness. "Get lost, you're so shameless..." Qin Yue subconsciously squeezed her legs together. Although she had been enjoying her lovemaking for a long time, the previous night's passion had exhausted her, and her groin was still a little swollen. "Any news about Master?" After a few teasing words, Zhou Yaoyang thought for a moment and then asked about Luo Yun. "No, the sect sent people to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace to negotiate, but they were driven out..." Qin Yue's eyes also dimmed. "The Ten Thousand Demon Palace... Very well! I, Zhou Yaoyang, will definitely eradicate you by the roots soon!" Zhou Yaoyang thought about how his beautiful master could possibly end up in a den of thieves. He couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger. "Junior brother, Mother will surely be blessed by heaven. As long as you don't get into trouble, that's all that matters. You're the only one left by my side now..." "Silly girl, your man here has two unique spiritual roots, a genius, a dragon among men. How could I possibly kick the bucket so easily? It's just that I'm a little worried about you being alone in the sect..." "I'm doing well in the sect with Xue'er taking care of me. You don't need to worry... By the way, are you going to see Xue'er?"
"Li Kouxue... forget it. I'm leaving soon. Don't let her know I came back." Zhou Yaoyang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Before leaving last time, Li Kouxue had mentioned their marriage. It was obvious that she wanted to be Zhou Yaoyang's empress. But in this era, apart from the empress, other women had to be concubines. Concubines had low status, couldn't eat at the same table, and even their children were only illegitimate children. This was something Zhou Yaoyang didn't want to see, so he was now avoiding Li Kouxue as much as possible. "Are you leaving again..." Qin Yue reluctantly leaned against Zhou Yaoyang's chest, gently stroking his chest and abdominal muscles. "Yes, I got a lot of good things this time, but it's far from enough for me. I need to become stronger so that I can help you and rescue Master..." "Yes... I understand." "Senior sister, here's a piece of jade for you. Take it out and look at it when you miss me." Zhou Yaoyang took out the jade pendant that glowed whenever it touched him from his storage space and handed it to Qin Yue. As she left, Qin Yue clutched the jade pendant tightly to her chest, gazing at Zhou Yaoyang's retreating figure for a long time, reluctant to leave. Zhou Yaoyang's purpose for this trip was clear: to visit the large city where he had met the girl named Qing'er. He planned to learn alchemy from the Wangyue Sect. Although he knew that the best alchemy in the world was currently at the Dan Sect, he was unwilling to go to that seemingly pretentious and even stingy sect. They only sold advancement pills once every three years, clearly suppressing the development of the younger generation of other sects. While the Dan Sect's stance wasn't wrong, Zhou Yaoyang found such petty tricks distasteful. He had heard that the Wangyue Sect had promoted a new Tribulation Transcending Elder last year, and had never purchased advancement pills from the Dan Sect. This showed that the Wangyue Sect's alchemy skills were not weak. Among the top ten righteous sects, besides the top three—the Wanjian Sect, the Zhengqi Sect, and the Huangqi Sect—the Wangyue Sect was the only one that dared to treat the Dan Sect with disrespect. Of course, besides the above, what Zhou Yaoyang valued most was the inherent advantage of the Wangyue Sect, which was predominantly composed of female disciples… He was someone who wanted to improve, someone who wanted his cultivation to rise rapidly. The environment of the Wangyue Sect was simply his paradise… Three days later, after some inquiries, Zhou Yaoyang arrived at the gate of the Wangyue Sect. The Wangyue Sect was built on a tall and beautiful mountain peak. Not far below the mountain was the large city where Zhou Yaoyang and Qing'er had met. Zhou Yaoyang looked up and saw that the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, with dense and lush forests. Although it could not compare to the small mountain peak in the Ten Thousand Demon Domain where spiritual energy gathered, it was still a rare paradise. “Halt! This is the location of the Wangyue Sect. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!” A delicate shout interrupted Zhou Yaoyang’s swaying and admiring of the mountain scenery. He looked up and saw several young women holding long swords and guarding the gate of the Wangyue Sect not far away. "Sister, my name is Zhou Yaoyang. I am an old friend of Elder Qinxiang. I have come to visit today, please inform her." Zhou Yaoyang stepped forward, bowed, and spoke softly, adopting a refined and courteous demeanor. "Elder Qinxiang? Xiao Cui, go and inform her." "Yes, Senior Sister." It must be said that Zhou Yaoyang's handsome and charming appearance was indeed appealing to these young girls. After a year of training in the Ten Thousand Demon Domain, his face was now more resolute, and his figure more upright. Paired with a pure white robe, he truly looked like a dashing young master. The gatekeeper who was speaking to him even blushed slightly upon seeing such a handsome young man, while several other gatekeeper girls not far away frequently stole glances at Zhou Yaoyang. This made Zhou Yaoyang secretly delighted, thinking that once he infiltrated the Wangyue Sect, he would surely slaughter everyone and have a harem of wives and concubines. He wouldn't leave until he was kicked out at the end of his tribulation!
"This...Young Master Zhou, Elder Qin Xiang requests your presence. Please follow me." "Thank you, sister." After a long while, Xiao Cui, who had just gone to announce his arrival, returned. She glanced at Zhou Yaoyang and, somewhat awkwardly, stepped forward to lead the way. Gazing at the pert little bottom swaying a few meters ahead, Zhou Yaoyang followed slowly behind with a smug look on his face. Gradually, more buildings and people appeared around him. Zhou Yaoyang looked left and right, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Although most of the cultivators walking around him were women, none of them were particularly striking in appearance. Most were rather plain, and those with a little bit of beauty were merely ordinary, not even comparable to Yu Yan and Qin Yue. After Xiao Cui led Zhou Yaoyang for a long time, they arrived at the entrance of a grand hall. Zhou Yaoyang's lips curled up slightly, and he nodded in satisfaction. The plaque above the hall read: "Alchemy Pavilion." Last time he met Qin Xiang, he vaguely smelled a faint scent of medicinal pills on her, similar to Luo Yun's scent—the kind of scent only those who had practiced alchemy for a long time possessed. Therefore, this time, Zhou Yaoyang went directly to Qin Xiang at the Wangyue Sect, betting that she was an alchemy elder of the sect. It seemed he had made the right move. "You are... Junior Nephew Zhou?" Entering the Alchemy Pavilion and arriving at a small room, Zhou Yaoyang saw Qin Xiang, dressed in a blue dress, arranging several spiritual herbs on a table. "Senior Qin Xiang! This junior, Zhou Yaoyang, greets you!" Zhou Yaoyang immediately smiled respectfully and bowed. "You may leave now. May I ask what brings you here, Junior Nephew Zhou?" Qin Xiang was somewhat puzzled. She remembered only meeting this man once before, so why was he seeking her out at the mountain gate today? Was it for her daughter, Qing'er? Seeing Xiao Cui, who had led the way, leave the room, Zhou Yaoyang stepped forward, slowly taking out a storage bag from his chest and respectfully offering it with both hands. "A few days ago, I found a spiritual herb in the Myriad Demon Domain. I thought Senior Qin Xiang might find it useful, so I came to present it to you." "A spiritual herb? For me?" Qin Xiang took the storage bag with a puzzled look, examined it briefly, and immediately froze. Inside the storage bag was a Star-Seeking Flower, a key ingredient in the Nascent Soul Pill. This Star-Seeking Flower was rare and expensive; it occasionally appeared at auctions in various places, where it would be snapped up by major sects for tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones. It was truly priceless and extremely rare. Qin Xiang is currently at the late stage of the Golden Core realm. If she cultivates for another three to five years, she will face the challenge of shattering her core and forming her Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul Pill is indispensable for her. Although the sect provides Nascent Soul Pills to its elders, due to the scarcity of various spiritual herbs, many elders at the late stage of the Golden Core realm have been queuing for countless years, eagerly awaiting the Nascent Soul Pill to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. Some elders have been waiting for over a decade. If Qin Xiang reaches the top of the Golden Core realm in three to five years, she will also face this awkward situation. However, if she offers this Star-Seeking Flower to the sect, she will undoubtedly obtain the Nascent Soul Pill sooner, perhaps even immediately. This would be a lifesaver for her urgent need. Seeing Qin Xiang's appearance, Zhou Yaoyang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. In his previous life, he had done this kind of thing countless times—finding connections, giving gifts, and asking for favors—he was quite adept at it. He saw that Qing'er was not very old, and Qin Xiang also looked very young, so he took another gamble, betting that Qin Xiang's cultivation level was below the Nascent Soul stage. Since she was below the Nascent Soul stage, this Star-Seeking Flower would naturally be of great use to Qin Xiang. As long as she accepted the Star-Seeking Flower, he wasn't worried that she wouldn't teach him alchemy. If all else failed, he still had the Datura Flower, but he wouldn't easily take out such a rare treasure. The saying "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime" was especially prominent in this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation. He wouldn't be surprised if Qin Xiang killed him to silence him the moment she saw that he could produce the Datura Flower. Zhou Yaoyang obtained this Star-Seeking Flower by chance in the Myriad Demon Realm, but he had no use for it himself. Qin Yue's cultivation was still far from sufficient, and the only person he could use, Luo Yun, was someone whose rescue was uncertain. Therefore, Zhou Yaoyang simply took it out as a bargaining chip to learn alchemy. After a while, Qin Xiang finally came to her senses. She looked at Zhou Yaoyang, who was standing respectfully to the side, her expression changed, and she finally spoke. "Junior Nephew Zhou, such a grand gesture, is there something you wish to ask?" "Senior Qin Xiang is a woman of unparalleled beauty. After our chance encounter last time, I have been unable to forget her." "Ah?" Qin Xiang's expression became quite interesting upon hearing Zhou Yaoyang's words. She had thought that Zhou Yaoyang had come to see her because of her daughter, Qing'er, but she hadn't expected that he might have taken a fancy to her. But... but she was already a woman over two hundred years old, how could this be appropriate... But seeing Zhou Yaoyang's serious expression, Qin Xiang suddenly felt her face burning. This brat's appearance was indeed quite good... otherwise...
"I later heard that Senior Qin Xiang's alchemy skills are even more unparalleled, which makes this junior's admiration for Senior Qin Xiang flow like a surging river. I hope that Senior will teach me the art of alchemy, this junior will never forget it and will surely repay you handsomely in the future!" After Zhou Yaoyang finished speaking the second half of his sentence in one breath, not only did he breathe a sigh of relief, but Qin Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief. So this brat wanted me to teach him alchemy... I was just... "But, didn't you say last time that you were a disciple of the Ziguang Sect? Aren't you afraid that the Ziguang Sect will cause you trouble in the future by switching to another sect like this?" After calming down, Qin Xiang slowly opened her mouth. "This junior is not a disciple of the Ziguang Sect. It's just that my adoptive mother is an elder of the Ziguang Sect, and I grew up in the Ziguang Sect."
"Oh? Then why don't you study alchemy at the Purple Light Sect?" "Because my foster mother has been captured by the Myriad Demons Palace. I have no ties to the Purple Light Sect anymore, and I only remember your elegance, so I came to seek refuge here!" "Is that so..." Qin Xiang nodded slowly. The news of the attack on the elder of the Purple Light Sect's alchemy pavilion by the Myriad Demons Palace had been widely circulated recently, and she had heard about it. It seemed that this brat wasn't lying, but after all, he was a seasoned veteran of over two hundred years old. Qin Xiang had a feeling that things weren't as simple as Zhou Yaoyang made them out to be. "What is your current cultivation level?" After thinking for a moment, Qin Xiang began to ask questions. "Early Foundation Establishment stage." "Oh? Judging from your physique, you're only 20 years old yet you have such cultivation? Very good! A pill refiner's spiritual root needs to be a fire spiritual root, do you possess it?" "Fire spiritual root? Yes!" Zhou Yaoyang was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembering what Yan Chixia had told him about how all things in heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, including water and fire. With his amazing spiritual root, he should, maybe, probably have no problem... "Have you ever refined pills before?" "No!" "Oh? Then why do you want to learn pill refining?" "Because Senior Qin Xiang knows pill refining!" "You child..." Qin Xiang was both amused and exasperated by Zhou Yaoyang's answer. Could it be that he came to learn pill refining just because she knew how to do it? Could this child really be interested in her? Qin Xiang felt a flush rise to her face. It wasn't just men who were lustful; women were the same. Men get an erection when they see a beautiful, sexy woman, and women get wet when they see a handsome, dashing man. It's all animal instinct, unchangeable. Seeing that this child's master had been captured and he was now helpless, and most importantly, she desperately needed the Star-Seeking Grass, she decided to take him as her apprentice. Taking an apprentice wasn't a big deal for Qin Xiang; she already had three. One more Zhou Yaoyang wouldn't make a difference. "Zhou Yaoyang!" Thinking of this, Qin Xiang's expression turned serious. "This junior is here!" "Would you like to become my disciple?" "This junior would be more than happy to!" "You can become my disciple, but you cannot yet become a disciple of the Wangyue Sect. Are you willing?" "This junior is willing!" "Good! Today, I, Qin Xiang, will accept you as my disciple. If you ever do anything that disgraces the sect or betrays our faith, don't blame me for disregarding our master-disciple relationship and personally disciplining you!" "This disciple understands!" After saying this, Zhou Yaoyang knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to Qin Xiang. Qin Xiang helped him up, and he was now officially recognized as her master. "It's getting late today. You should come back with me first. I will begin teaching you the art of alchemy in a few days." Qin Xiang said to Zhou Yaoyang, seeing the darkening sky outside the window. "Yes, Master!" 6 "Mother! You're back!" "Yes, Qing'er, take Yang'er to find a place to rest later. I need to start refining this month's Qi-Nourishing Pills for the sect tomorrow, so I might have to go into seclusion for a few days." "Yang'er? Him? He... isn't he that scoundrel from the other day?!" Zhou Yaoyang had originally smiled and wanted to greet Qing'er, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, but he didn't expect to be called a scoundrel so directly, and his face immediately fell. "Qing'er! How can you talk like that! From now on, Yang'er is your junior brother, my newly accepted disciple!" Qin Xiang's face was slightly embarrassed, and she quickly scolded Qing'er with a stern face. "Huh? You took him as your disciple? Why?" Qing'er looked incredulous, her mouth agape. "You child! Why are you so talkative today! Hurry up and bring the food to the table. After we eat, find Yang'er a place to stay. This house is small, only big enough for the two of us. Yang'er, please bear with it for now. Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll personally find you a satisfactory place." Qin Xiang said to Zhou Yaoyang shyly. "Master, please don't worry! I can sleep anywhere." Zhou Yaoyang gave a simple, honest smile, while Qing'er pouted at his expression. Throughout the meal, Qing'er didn't give Zhou Yaoyang a kind look, which puzzled him. When had he offended this little vixen? It was just a casual flirtation last time, why was she so hostile towards him? After chatting for a while after dinner, Qing'er and Zhou Yaoyang slowly walked out of the courtyard where Qin Xiang and her daughter lived. Qing'er stood at the door, seemingly thinking for a moment, until she revealed a mischievous smile before leading a bewildered Zhou Yaoyang into the night... wj522 Gold Coins +12 Thanks for sharing, the forum is more exciting with you!

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