Chapter 292 - 183: A Good and Considerate Master

Chapter 292: Chapter 183: A Good and Considerate Master

"Leng Moyuan, where the hell did you go!"

Jiang Jiayi ground her teeth, her eyes fixed on a star in the deepest part of the sky.

That was the star of the Profound Dao.

Although it was hidden deep, Jiang Jiayi still clearly saw the star of the Profound Dao flare for an instant.

Across the world, only she, who stood at the peak of Celestial Mountain, could see it.

It was as if Leng Moyuan wasn’t trying to hide from her, but was instead deliberately telling her, ’I’m fine. I’m still out having fun. You watch over Celestial Mountain for me for a bit. I’ll be back when I’m done.’

Unlike Leng Moyuan, who would have been lying on her side, Jiang Jiayi sat upright in meditation. Her red robes clung tightly to the contours of her body before flowing out at her waist and spreading across the bed, an exceptionally eye-catching sight.

The way she watched over Celestial Mountain was the same as Lu Changyuan’s back in the day; she looked far more proper than the Daoist Sect Master.

’I was the one who was meant to be the Chang’an Daoist’s disciple.’

Jiang Jiayi remembered the first time she met the Chang’an Daoist.

That day, the Chang’an Daoist had suddenly appeared before her.

The Platinum Mask fit perfectly over the Daoist’s face. The eyes beneath it held no emotion, only an inhuman, almost divine indifference, like a god or Buddha gazing down from on high.

A man in the Mortal World, yet Supreme.

The Chang’an Daoist said, "You are like me. From this day forward, you are my disciple."

’I’m like him?’

Jiang Jiayi thought about it. ’We probably were similar.’

In the first few years after her adoption, her adoptive parents always said she was like an Immortal, not a mortal. There was a transcendent detachment in her eyes, as if nothing in the world mattered to her.

But after ten years of experiencing mortal life, she had learned to laugh and talk.

Jiang Jiayi felt that her current self was good, while the Immortal before her was not. Nevertheless, she followed his instructions and went to Celestial Mountain that night.

No one stopped her. An immortal crane carried her to the mountain’s peak.

On the cold summit, an iron pot had been set up at some unknown time. It was bubbling—BUBBLE BUBBLE—and the fragrance of medicinal herbs filled the air around the entire peak.

’Is he going to boil me down and eat me?’

Jiang Jiayi felt an inexplicable wave of fear.

The Immortal said to her, "Take off your clothes. Get in."

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The news that the Chang’an Daoist was accepting a disciple caused a stir throughout the Cultivation Realm, and the Daoist Sect seized the opportunity to hold a grand disciple-acceptance ceremony.

It didn’t matter if the young aspirants who came to the Daoist Sect—those who had not yet stepped onto the Immortal Path—were not chosen by the Chang’an Daoist. Within the Daoist Sect, there were several Elders who still lacked disciples. Moreover, even the True Masters who already had disciples might join in the excitement and take on another.

This in itself was an opportunity.

At that time, a certain custom was popular in the Cultivation Realm.

Two Cultivation Great Powers of similar strength would take on a new disciple at the same time. After a dozen or so years, their new disciples would compete, and the loser would pay the wager to the winner.

So, by using the occasion of Lu Changyuan taking a disciple, the Daoist Sect was essentially opening its gates wide to welcome newcomers.

For that group of Immortal Seeds who had not yet stepped onto the Immortal Path, this was a great chance.

Becoming a disciple of the Chang’an Daoist would be like ascending to the heavens in a single step. But even if they failed, being noticed by a True Master was an excellent outcome as well.

The news spread by the Daoist Sect was that after a series of trials, the victor with the best temperament and talent would become the Chang’an Daoist’s disciple.

The True Masters and Elders, on the other hand, would choose their own disciples from the remaining candidates.

But in reality, the Chang’an Daoist couldn’t have cared less about any of it. He hadn’t planned on setting up any trials, but the Daoist Disciples persuaded him that certain rituals were necessary.

So, he would just go through the motions.

Whether or not to choose the victor was entirely up to him; in the end, he could pick whomever he pleased.

When that batch of Immortal Seeds entered the Daoist Sect,

The Chang’an Daoist was watching from Cloud Peak.

That was also the first time Lu Changyuan saw Leng Moyuan. In truth, the Lu Changyuan of that time paid little attention to this disciple, who would one day become so powerful that the mere thought of her would make his own heart tremble.

Although Leng Moyuan was arguably the most beautiful among that year’s disciples, what was the use of good looks? For cultivators who reached a High Realm, how many could be unattractive—aside from those who practiced Demon Techniques and disfigured themselves?

It wasn’t as if she practiced the Hehuan Dao; good looks were almost useless for one’s cultivation.

Furthermore, Leng Moyuan was older than the others, already twenty years of age. Her talent wasn’t exceptional either; one could say she barely met the requirements for cultivation. Therefore, Lu Changyuan naturally didn’t pay her much mind.

The path to success for someone with poor talent is far too long and arduous.

Lu Changyuan’s own talent wasn’t particularly high. No one knew better than him how difficult it was for someone without great talent to get this far. For that reason, Lu Changyuan intended to choose a woman with high talent.

His gaze fell entirely on the red-clothed woman next to Leng Moyuan.

The red-clothed woman’s appearance was in no way inferior to Leng Moyuan’s. Her tall figure was as straight as bamboo, and her jet-black hair flowed like a waterfall of satin, its ends swaying gently with her slightest movements, giving her an air of divine, graceful beauty.

The young woman was named Jiang Jiayi, and she was the most talented person in that batch of disciples. No, perhaps she was the most talented person in the Cultivation Realm in several hundred years, because she possessed an Innate Sword Body. She was born for Sword Cultivation.

The moment the Red-clothed Maiden first picked up a sword, the fame of every other Sword Cultivator in the land would become but a puff of smoke before her.

From the moment she began her Sword Cultivation, there was no longer any debate as to who was the sharpest sword in the world.

The Chang’an Daoist had already chosen Jiang Jiayi. Her Innate Sword Body could inherit his Four Seasons Sword Technique, as well as Jian Guyang’s A Sword from the West. This undoubtedly made her an excellent successor.

He could even pass his *Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique* down to her.

The Chang’an Daoist could already envision the Daoist Sect’s next Sect Leader, one who would soon dominate the entire Cultivation Realm.

Before the Daoist Sect’s trials began, the Chang’an Daoist planned to give Jiang Jiayi something extra.

That way, Jiang Jiayi could not possibly lose to anyone else. When the time came, the winner would still become his disciple, and ostensibly, no rules would have been broken.

And so, on the very night that the disciples entered the Immortal Mountain and were assigned their residences,

The Chang’an Daoist met with Jiang Jiayi.

The young Red-clothed Sword Immortal had yet to understand what was happening when a Demon Pattern appeared on her body.

"From today on, you are my disciple. Come to Celestial Mountain every day at nightfall."

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"What did you do to Eldest Senior Sister and Senior Sister Jiayi back then?"

「The sun rose as usual the next day.」

The two women were chattering about going out to find something to eat, so Lu Changyuan could only accompany them on a stroll through Luoyang.

"I didn’t do anything."

Lu Changyuan said helplessly, "Jiayi has an Innate Sword Body. I originally planned to help her temper it, but something came up and it never happened. As for your Eldest Senior Sister, her talent was rather poor. I had to find a host of treasures and brew them into a broth to reforge her body. Otherwise, with her innate talent, it would’ve been nearly impossible for her to reach the Yao Guang realm."

Qiu Yuehan looked at Lu Changyuan, her expression full of disbelief. She clearly remembered that her Eldest Senior Sister’s feelings toward their Master were... off. So off, in fact, that she had wanted to kill her and their other junior sister.

If what Lu Changyuan said was true, then the Chang’an Daoist was clearly a good Master who had done a great deal for his disciples.

And the Daoist Sect Master wasn’t an ungrateful person, so how could she harbor feelings like that?

Lu Changyuan walked to a roadside stall. "I’ll take this much. Don’t cut it, just sprinkle the soybean powder directly on it."

The vendor selling the sticky rice rolls was clearly taken aback for a moment before weighing out the requested amount on his scale.

"Here’s the money." Lu Changyuan took some silver coins from the Black Skirt Fairy’s purse and handed them to the vendor, then added, "Actually, go ahead and cut it."

Qiu Yuehan was just about to say something when Lu Changyuan took a piece of the sticky rice roll, which was coated in soybean powder, and stuffed it into her mouth.

’He’s treating me with my own money.’

’But it’s surprisingly good.’