ASER - Chapter 175
Chapter 175: Langya Courtyard
Pipa plantains, a light rain pattered, moistening the ground and releasing the fragrance of grass and trees. In the small pond nearby, little crimson carp swam about, surfacing to gently blow bubbles.
This small courtyard was perched atop a solitary cliff. A winding, spiral stone path was carved into the cliff face, leading to the courtyard built upon it, offering views of the mountains and the lake.
It was secluded yet elegant, possessing a classical charm, conveying a sense of serene detachment and far-reaching tranquility.
This was Lushan's number one guest courtyard, protected by powerful individuals both inside and out, signifying the esteemed status of its guests. Within this compact courtyard, incense burned in a censer, its fragrance both melancholic and fresh, reminiscent of tangerine and orange.
A paper crane tore through space, fluttering gracefully through the rain. On the rooftop, a female swordswoman in green, drenched by the rain, sat with her sword, looked up but did not intervene. After a moment, the paper crane landed on the window sill, shaking raindrops from its wings.
There was a slight creak of wooden boards. The curtain of the inner room was lifted, and a man in loose robes, holding a scroll, walked out barefoot. He approached the window, extended his fingers, and the paper crane flew to land on his fingertips. He then walked out onto the balcony under the eaves.
Outside, a clear rain fell during the day, everything damp. After unfolding the paper crane with his fingertips, it transformed into a letter and a magazine. Having listened to the voice message accompanying the letter, he placed the scroll aside, picked up the magazine, and immediately saw its cover.
He merely glanced at it, then casually set it down and went to the tea table at the side to calmly brew some tea.
The wind came, rustling the high-quality paper of the magazine, making a swishing sound. The people on the cover seemed to come alive.
It was clearly a very perfunctory shot.
It was the central hall of the Chen family, slightly modernized. On the sofa, Xu Zhaoyin, dressed in trousers and a shirt, leaned back. Her left elbow rested on an account book on the side table, a fountain pen placed beside it. Her fingers supported her cheek, her middle finger lightly touching her lips, but her head was slightly tilted up, as if looking at Xie Yuqing, who was trying on an emerald green backless long dress. The latter, with proud eyes, was haughtily flaunting her beauty, outshining others.
From a slightly more distant shot, zooming in to the middle, Xu Ye, dressed in a simple green blouse with a white satin sash, looked rather coldly at a test paper, while Chen Yang, with clasped hands and lowered head, stood before her. Chen Yang, in a small suit, looked almost like a little prince, exuding an indescribable nobility. But Xu Ye was too beautiful, like a frost-covered rose.
Chen Yang wasn't afraid of her, but his eyes kept darting to the side, as if seeking help.
In the foreground, A'Diao, leaning against the coffee table, occupied the largest part of the frame, as the shot was focused from her perspective.
This person usually had no proper posture whether sitting or standing. Right now, she was slumped on the sofa like a boneless creature, one foot in a slipper propped against the coffee table, her slender legs like soul-snatching blades. She leaned against a cushion, her clothes already loosened by two buttons, revealing a stretch of snowy neck and collarbone. But she paid no attention to her younger brother's plight, her gaze fixed on the screen in front, seemingly engrossed in a TV drama, even pressing a black remote control against her pale throat. Her other hand held a bright red cherry tomato, about to pop it into her mouth.
This kind of mischievous, unrestrained, unconscious allure was the most lethal.
In the farthest background, Chen Xun, descending the stairs from the second floor, was speaking to the butler downstairs. Tall and long-legged, his white shirt tucked into a slim waist, his profile revealed a commanding, ascetic, and refined air.
His looks couldn't compare to the others, but his exceptionally outstanding temperament transformed a raw stone into a magnificent jade.
And in the entire picture, one far and one near, the strong auras of these two siblings filled the entire frame.
One represented soft intellectual power, the other, hard, dominant martial strength.
This was clearly a very perfunctory candid shot. The few people hadn't prepared at all; the Ministry of Rites people just sneakily took it and then chose this most perfunctory one.
But this kind of magazine could only fool ordinary commoners, right?
After brewing the tea, the man walked over with his teacup, took a sip. After a while, he picked up the magazine beside him with one hand and glanced at it again, his gaze lingering on A'Diao.
He looked for a while, then put it down again. Suddenly, he heard the faint sound of water. He turned his head and saw the clear river ahead.
Even with the light rain falling, the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river were clearly visible because it was so clean.
And on the river's surface, several flat-bottomed boats drifted over.
On the foremost boat, the Grandmaster Swordsman, holding a sword, held an umbrella. Ahead of him, a woman in a white-collared red robe stood with her hands behind her back, letting the light rain fall on her.
Before entering the secret realm where Lushan was located, everyone had already received their Lushan Academy uniforms. The others wore white with blue sashes, while only the Top Scorer wore a white-collared red robe.
The difference between them and Chen A'Diao wasn't that of first, second, third, or twentieth; it was the difference between first and everyone else.
Below the first, the rest could only be 'others'.
However, Lushan was Lushan. Even if the two princes, Dantai Ke and Dantai Sheng, were unwilling, they ultimately chose to enter Lushan.
Why? Lushan was truly more appealing than the imperial family.
At least after entering this secret realm and seeing the scene before him, Dantai Ke knew he had made the right choice to temporarily leave the imperial court, avoid the struggles with the Third Prince, the Crown Prince, and others, and even cultivate under the suppressive shadow of Chen A'Diao.
The spiritual energy was too potent; even this river contained a large amount of condensed spiritual power.
Lushan, a seven-layered mountain range. This was only the lowest layer.
This was the outer courtyard area. In the distance, an ancient pagoda stood by the riverbank. To the left, green mountains were reflected from afar. On one side were willow banks and peach groves, on the other, bamboo shadows interspersed with cherry blossoms. All of this was shrouded in a misty rain, appearing ethereal and dreamlike.
However, the outer courtyard also had a bustling area, formed by factions and people attached to Lushan, creating a small town. People came and went, making it prosperous. Ahead was an ancient, hundred-zhang-tall banyan tree, deeply rooted in the earth. Beside it was a leaping bridge, arching like a crescent moon blade across the hundred-meter-wide riverbank, connecting to the street on the opposite side.
This several-thousand-year-old banyan tree had an immense canopy, lush and shady. Its trunk was adorned with countless prayer wind chimes. At this moment, whether by chance or otherwise, a breeze came, stirring these wind chimes, and it seemed to bring with it a new gust of wind.
Whoosh, the wind blew the magazine resting on the railing.
The man's brow twitched. He was about to press the magazine down, but a strong gust of wind unexpectedly swept it away. It fluttered noisily in mid-air, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Song Ling and the others turned their heads, saw the magazine, and also saw the person on the balcony of the solitary cliff courtyard.
Many people gasped, even Song Ling and the others were stunned for a moment.
A'Diao was the last to turn her head because the magazine flew into her hand. After a glance, she raised an eyebrow and looked sideways at the man on the balcony.
He wore a dark blue silk robe embroidered with silver phoenix patterns, a sleeping gown. It was too loose, revealing a hint of pale skin and the boniness of his neck and chest. Over it, he wore a plain outer coat of deep violet, almost black, with the sash untied. He leaned against the balcony railing, his fingers clasped around a purple clay teacup, also looking at them.
At first glance, his frame was slender and jade-like, dashing and debonair.
Upon closer inspection, his long eyebrows slanted towards his temples, his brow bones were refined, and his irises were a deep azure, cold and serene like a winter pool. His lips were red, thin, and delicate, yet his expression was peaceful.
He met A'Diao's gaze peacefully.
In Xia Sanlu's words, this person's looks were 'criminally handsome,' defying human nature, somewhat demonic yet close to divine, possessing a quality somewhat similar to Chen A'Diao's appearance.
And after this exchange of glances... A'Diao's reaction was very direct: Holy crap!
Why does he look so familiar? The young man from the Buddhist temple?
Why is he looking at my magazine? And he's inside Lushan, yet he can get the magazine now... Does he have connections in officialdom? And his methods are extraordinary.
Then this person is also extraordinary.
A'Diao thought inwardly, then turned to the Grandmaster Swordsman and said, "I was wondering, Senior, when will you realize your umbrella hasn't been covering me at all? Am I not worthy?"
Grandmaster Swordsman: "? I thought you liked being in the rain."
A'Diao's expression froze. "Why would you think that of me?"
Grandmaster Swordsman: "You like to act cool. Being in the rain adds to the atmosphere. Besides, you didn't say anything. If you had, wouldn't I have covered you?"
With her interruption, everyone's attention shifted away from the stunningly handsome man. Xia Sanlu and the others suppressed their laughter, feeling vindicated. It would be best if she died of anger!
A'Diao clutched her heart and rolled her eyes dramatically.
So annoying! Are there any other Grandmaster bodyguards? Get me a replacement.
But she also noticed that Teacher Green Pepper and the others seemed to look towards that small courtyard for a moment, their expressions respectful.
Indeed, an esteemed guest of Lushan?
While A'Diao was thinking, someone at the head of the bridge ahead seemed to have seen them.
"Look, they're here!"
"They're here, they're here!"
"Look... let me see who the Top Scorer is?"
"The one at the very front... in the red robe."
While these people were bustling about, streaks of light suddenly flew out from the buildings and inns on both banks.
Swish, swish, swish, wielding swords, transforming into sword light, they descended...
More than ten figures of light landed at the head of the bridge.
The disciples who were originally watching the excitement on the bridge all bowed to these few Lushan disciples dressed in blue robes.
These people... were the internally selected 'pureblood' Lushan disciples. Certainly not all of them came, but quite a few did.
These few people stood at the head of the bridge, and soon everyone's flat-bottomed boats would have to pass under the bridge, as if passing under their crotches.
Quite young and full of themselves, with a fiery temper.
A'Diao glanced at them, scanned their spiritual bodies. Indeed, they were people selected through equally rigorous spiritual body screening. Their basic strength and aptitude were similar to her group, but the resources spent on their cultivation were undoubtedly worlds apart.
At least the upper limits of Song Ling and the others were far higher than these people. The Mountain Head hadn't spoken empty words.
However, these people were probably very unwilling.
Dantai Ke and the others all had solemn expressions, but they also knew it wasn't their turn to step forward. Just as they were about to look at Chen A'Diao... they first heard a terrifying dragon's roar.
The Yinglong shot out from her body, soaring into the sky, coiling and roaring in the clear rain. Its might suppressed the entire small town.
The suppression was overwhelming. Everyone instinctively knelt. The dozen or so Lushan purebloods at the head of the bridge were extremely shocked but gritted their teeth and persisted, though their legs trembled...
Splash! The Yinglong suddenly dived into the water... On the water surface covering the bridge section, a massive suppression dragon pattern array was reflected.
Ah!
These Lushan purebloods couldn't withstand it at all. Thud, thud, thud, they all knelt.
Unable to stand up.
Because A'Diao didn't let them stand up.
This scene was too domineering. In minutes, Xia Sanlu and the others felt a sense of triumph, while Dantai Ke and his companions felt extremely complicated.
Regardless of their respective standpoints and grudges, they had to admit that as long as Chen A'Diao was on the same side, you never had to fear being at a disadvantage.
Because she was strong, very strong.
Teacher Green Pepper and the others were very surprised, but they also vaguely felt that this was the real Chen A'Diao.
This was how she should be.
Newly arrived, and they already dared to disrespect her. If she didn't break their legs and make them kneel, they wouldn't know who Chen A'Diao was.
Bloody water flowed down the stone slabs at the head of the bridge, dripping onto the water surface.
But A'Diao paid no heed. Instead, just as she was about to cross the bridge, A'Diao smiled at the old banyan tree.
"Old Senior, please don't do this next time. A young maiden like me doesn't casually accept things from others."
The old banyan tree suddenly moved.
Holy crap!
This scene startled many people. Dantai Ke and the others instinctively gripped their swords, only to see the Grandmaster Swordsman and others all bow towards the old banyan tree.
"Greetings, Lord Water Banyan."
And the branches coalesced into an old man's face. He said with a smile, "Lately, they've been saying that Lushan's feng shui is excellent in this generation, that a dragon and a phoenix have arrived. I was curious, but didn't know how to greet you, being the proudest of all, so I had to resort to this. Is the little highness angry?"
A'Diao: "Who?"
Water Banyan: "You. With your Yinglong aptitude, you will surely become a Dragon King in the future."
That sounds so good, say it a few more times.
A'Diao: "Alright, I was a little angry, but now I'm a little happy. Thank you for the welcome."
A'Diao smiled, holding the magazine with her fingertips, and tossed it backward...
The magazine flew through the air.
It flew towards the solitary cliff courtyard.
The man caught it, but the Top Scorer didn't look back.
Kneeling welcome at the bridgehead, dragon moving underwater.
Just a flat-bottomed boat passing over the water, red robes fluttering.
This stretch of landscape, near and far, and the worldly bustle all faded into indistinct pale colors.
Only her crimson figure stood out, peerlessly beautiful.
After the flat-bottomed boat reached the shore, ahead, a waterside platform marked the foot of the mountain, also serving as the entrance to Lushan.
A plaque hung on the gateposts.
Just the two words 'Lushan', and no one was guarding it, but today there were people to welcome them.
Different gatekeepers and servants guided the disciples, but they took different mountain paths.
Evidently, their residences were not in the same place. A'Diao greeted Song Ling and the others, and they went their separate ways. Later, she and the Grandmaster bodyguard followed a black-clothed servant uphill.
Actually, they could fly, but on the first day, personally climbing the mountain upon entering the sect was a rule for all sects since the first generation.
On the way, the servant also briefed A'Diao on some knowledge about Lushan.
"Lushan is divided into seven mountain layers. The first layer is the small town at the foot of the mountain, which is the residence of those affiliated with or protected by Lushan. It's also where disciples usually gather and live. However, Lushan is divided into inner and outer courtyards, and residents are categorized, basically according to two criteria: first, strength, and second, merit."
A'Diao raised an eyebrow. So it's not divided by teachers, students, or servants?
"No. If you have Grandmaster level strength or above, you can choose any residence below the sixth layer. If you are Spirit King level, then you can choose freely within the seven layers."
A'Diao: "What about Star Realm? Which layer can they choose?"
The black-clothed servant shook his head. "Star Realm cultivators cannot choose. Only those at Grandmaster level and above have this privilege, because Lushan has too many Star Realm cultivators."
Damn, that's a lot. I'm only at Glimmer.
A'Diao felt slightly awkward but didn't ask which layer she and the others were going to. The servant would tell her eventually.
"Students are all on the third layer because they currently have no merits. The fourth and fifth layers are for those who have made contributions to Lushan, and various trial and study courtyards are also located there. As for merits, for example, meritorious service in killing enemies, completing missions, or achieving results in Lushan's internal trial pagodas, will all lead to improved treatment according to points. The difference in treatment between each layer is significant, but you'll know the specifics once you move in."
"However, you will be living on the sixth layer."
A'Diao: "???"
Wait, as the Top Scorer, do I get this much prestige?
Directly three layers higher.
A'Diao immediately feigned modesty, "This isn't very good, is it? The gap with other students is so large."
The servant actually thought this Top Scorer was very down-to-earth. "It has always been like this for generations. The Top Scorer is the Top Scorer, a disciple of the Mountain Head. The treatment is exceptional, ranking above all other students."
A'Diao: "That's true. Does the Mountain Head live on the seventh layer?"
Servant: "Naturally, the seventh."
A'Diao: "Then if I freeload at Master's residence, can't I be on the seventh layer every day? Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so appealing anymore, right?"
Servant: "..."
The logic didn't seem wrong, it's just that no Top Scorer in history had ever been this shameless.
This one felt a bit strange.
The Grandmaster bodyguard couldn't take it anymore and said, rolling his eyes, "Don't listen to her nonsense, she's joking..."
The three of them continued upwards. A'Diao also felt the spiritual energy growing stronger. However, compared to later cultivation, spiritual energy was secondary. On the third layer, she saw a vast Glimmer-level bloodline gathering array, capable of refining Glimmer-level bloodline energy. On the fourth layer, besides a more advanced bloodline gathering array, there was also immense Star Power. Anyway, the higher they went, the more high-end resources they could see. These were still just the openly displayed resources.
However, when she reached the fifth layer, she felt something was wrong.
This suppressive force was quite similar to the seven layers of the Jianmu Tree.
So, to live on a corresponding layer, one had to experience the corresponding suppression?
The fifth layer was Grandmaster-level... She could barely breathe, and the servant had already stopped at the fourth layer.
His cultivation was at the Star Realm; he couldn't bear it. The rest of the way, only the Grandmaster bodyguard could take A'Diao.
"How about it, do you want me to take you up?"
He thought A'Diao would refuse, but she leaned against the wall: "Yes, yes, yes, quickly!"
"You're not relying on yourself?"
"Rely on my ass! This isn't a test of aptitude or spiritual body; it's about cultivation level. If my spiritual power isn't enough, I can't hold on. Climbing further will make my body explode!"
I'm already number one, but my cultivation is only Glimmer. Climb my ass!
Still expecting a Glimmer realm to ascend to the sixth layer?
Even defying heaven, one can't dream like this.
The Grandmaster smiled, grabbed her collar, and pulled her up...
Phantoms flitted along the forest path... striding like the wind... A'Diao was directly carried up and soon reached the sixth layer.
Then she leaned against a pillar and gulped down cola.
So tired, so tired.
The pressure here is so strong.
Grandmaster: "I suggest you don't drink that."
A'Diao: "?"
Three seconds later, after a faint dragon roar from within her body, she squatted by the side and vomited...
The suppression on the sixth layer was too terrifying.
She felt her internal organs churning, being crushed. She couldn't even summon her flying device because this kind of suppression made flight impossible.
Maybe she should just go to the third layer. The third layer seemed pretty good too.
Half an hour later, the Grandmaster saw her stand up. A flicker passed through his eyes, but he asked, "Don't you know that suppression array? Why not counter-suppress? That would alleviate a lot of the suppressive force."
It seemed she still had a lot of backbone, knowing that this suppression was beneficial for her, so she was trying her best to endure it.
A'Diao: "That one burns too much money, no way! Ugh..."
Grandmaster: "?"
Very good. For a super cheapskate, perhaps the will to save money was the strongest.
A'Diao had no mind to pay attention to the scenery of the sixth layer. She only felt her vision dimming—it was like she had returned to her childhood, being led up mountains by the old Daoist priest.
Persevere?
Persevere my ass!
Later, remembering that feeling, she firmed her resolve to strive hard and then enjoy life by buying a luxurious mansion with an elevator, definitely not living in the mountains!
But why, now that she had risen, was it still like this?
Too difficult, too difficult!
Later, A'Diao didn't even know how she entered a courtyard. Anyway, she heard the Grandmaster say by her ear, "We're here," "Your residence," "Langya Courtyard," "This side is yours..."
And then nothing.
She had fainted, sprawled on the floor.
The Grandmaster looked at her "corpse" lying there in a state of giving up. He initially wanted to pick her up and put her on the bed, but remembering their respective statuses, he thought for a moment and then left on his sword.
The sky darkened.
After it became pitch dark, the door was pushed open.
Someone entered and was caught off guard by the 'corpse' on the floor... He was stunned for a moment, looked at A'Diao's face, and also saw the blood seeping from her body and the faintly visible dragon patterns climbing on her skin.
Her body was undergoing self-reconstruction.
This was the effect of a powerful bloodline.
After hesitating for a moment, he did nothing, retreated, closed the door, and then sat in the courtyard.
Morning light swiftly turned, entering the courtyard through the window... and then crept onto the ground.
When A'Diao woke up, she still felt groggy, but her mind was clear. Her body, however, felt chaotic and uncomfortable. After sitting up, she found herself covered in a layer of foul-smelling grime.
A ring of silver-white dragon scale patterns had also appeared on the back of her hand, faintly visible.
Evidently, it had helped her.
However, its effect was limited. To stay firmly on the sixth layer and not vomit blood every day, she still needed to improve her physique.
A'Diao knew her spiritual body could withstand it, just slightly unaccustomed, but her physique truly hadn't caught up. This was normal, though; she was only at the Glimmer realm.
But when she checked her phone, it had actually been three days!
She had been lying there for three days?!
Toilet: "Your physique is already comparable to the Star Realm, but this is the sixth layer, with suppression aimed at Grandmasters. It's normal for you not to be able to bear it. The Mountain Head probably deliberately let you be tempered—standing too high, one might lose the direction upwards. However, he definitely knows you won't lose direction; he purely wants to temper you. This kind of suppression is beneficial for you."
Aptitude too strong needs to be suppressed to accelerate its realization.
For example, the transformation of her body by the Yinglong bloodline, this was now evident.
"If it's like this every day, I won't even be able to eat. I still need to reach the Star Realm as soon as possible." A'Diao struggled to get up, glanced thoughtfully at the central hall area here, but still walked towards the courtyard on the right.
After a short while, she finished her bath and was on the balcony surveying the area when she saw the person sitting in the outer courtyard.
It's him?
The other person also looked up, but calmly retracted his gaze and only asked, "May I come in?"
Come in?
A'Diao thought to herself, indeed, there was a reason why one central hall and one backyard were allocated as two residences.
But she didn't know where the mystery lay.
"Of course, please make yourself comfortable."
A'Diao didn't know this person. Although they had some connection since meeting at the Buddhist temple, the fact that he had seen through her curse at a glance made her quite wary.
And at this moment, someone came from outside the courtyard.
Dressed in dusty gray clothes and plain cotton shoes, with hands clasped behind his back, he looked at the two of them and said, "So you've met? Looks like the situation is pretty good. One hasn't had an attack, and the other hasn't died suddenly."
Was that something a human would say?
A'Diao looked at the other person's ordinary old man appearance, and also glimpsed the black jade tablet hanging from his waist. She immediately went downstairs and bowed politely.
"Disciple greets Master."
That person also stood up and bowed, "Cang Wu greets the Mountain Head."
The Mountain Head waved his hand, "No need for formalities. I'm here for official business."
"First, this is Langya Courtyard, the number one courtyard of the Sixth Heaven. The backyard boasts a Langya Jade Wall, which is the first Dao Tablet created by the founder of Lushan in the first generation."
He led them towards the backyard. Using some unknown secret technique, he opened the restriction, and the two of them then saw the jade wall standing before them.
A'Diao's most direct sensation was, ah, such a strong smell!!!
It assaulted her nostrils.
She subconsciously skipped over the jade wall and looked directly at the enormous fruit tree beside it.
"Durian! So many durians!"
Why would the dignified Langya Courtyard have durians, and they seemed to be ripe already!
A'Diao was about to walk over when the Mountain Head grabbed her collar and pulled her back to her original spot. "The point I was making is the jade wall."
A'Diao: "Oh, oh, then I'll eat after I finish listening."
This wretched girl!
The Mountain Head rolled his eyes and continued, "This Dao Tablet has always been here and is also considered a Lushan tradition. That is, all Top Scorers live here. However, due to the special nature of the Langya Jade Wall's Dao, the best cultivation and comprehension effects are achieved when two people with bloodlines of the same level, or cultivation natures that are either conflicting or similar, work together."
"This is also the reason why you two were arranged together. So, you can consider cultivating together in the future..."
A'Diao was stunned for a moment and asked via voice transmission, "Master, is it dual cultivation? That's not very good, is it."
The Mountain Head was about to continue speaking, but upon hearing this voice transmission, his words caught in his throat. He glanced at her briefly and replied, "In your dreams?"
A'Diao felt awkward, rubbed her nose, snorted lightly, and her gaze swept over the young man.
The young man lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Is it because of our two bloodlines? Our power attributes are of the same level, but differ in hardness and softness, and she focuses on thunder and yang, while I specialize in yin and cold?"
Joint cultivation was not uncommon. In Lushan, there were many instances of sword cultivators and pháp cultivators of similar nature joining forces, or two sword cultivators joining forces.
For Lushan to make such an arrangement, the Mountain Head had probably already planned it during the assessment period.
Mountain Head: "No, she is definitely more yin than you. Not just a little, but a lot."
Young man: "..."
A'Diao: "..."
Why does that sound like he's scolding me.
The Mountain Head cut off A'Diao's voice transmission, afraid this girl would blabber something else, and said bluntly, "This Langya Jade Wall's Dao Tablet cultivates the power of yin-yang reversal. It's not about making you two become some optimal combat partners in the future... nor is it about some messy romantic pairing. It's for you to combine with each other after utilizing the other's insights, to mend your own power attributes into a yin-yang whole. For example, A'Diao, your thunder is inclined towards yin thunder, but in reality, yin-yang thunder is the most perfect. Because your constitution leans towards this, it's very difficult to cultivate the opposing, non-dominant power. This Dao Tablet is the most suitable for you."
"As for Cang Wu, your yin-cold power follows the same principle. A pure yin body is too potent. At a young age, you can't control it, so you have a hidden ailment... Not only does it torment you, but you're also easily coveted by others."
A'Diao was shocked upon hearing 'pure yin body' and subconsciously asked, "The strongest cultivation cauldron? Plucking yin to supplement yang? That dangerous?"
Cang Wu's expression at that moment... The Mountain Head glared angrily at A'Diao.
A'Diao: "Judging by your expressions, so I was right?"
Both of them fell silent.
A'Diao's gaze towards Cang Wu immediately became much more pitiful. Her roommate was so pitiable.
It would be better if he were plucked by a female demoness. If he encountered a male demon lord...
"Anyway, you're not stupid. You both know how to cultivate in a way that benefits you the most. Figure it out yourselves."
"Second point: I will teach you the secret art of the restriction for entering and exiting this place. As long as you still live here, you are qualified to comprehend it. But I remind you, you won't always be qualified to live here. After the three-month novice protection period, if others have enough points and meet the treatment standards, and they apply to live here, and your points happen to be less than theirs, then you will have to move out."
So the house can be snatched away?
A'Diao raised an eyebrow. "Let me ask, what level is this Dao Tablet?"
Mountain Head: "Mid Spirit King level. The level is very high, and the difficulty is also very high. It depends on your own comprehension. Anyway, there have been Grandmasters who lived here for a year and didn't figure out a thing. More than one Grandmaster has been like that."
A'Diao was shocked. "So the founder was a Mid Spirit King at that time? What was his cultivation level later on?"
The Mountain Head smiled faintly. "He was only at the Star Realm at that time."
This smile was full of profound meaning.
A'Diao got it.
You think you're a peerless prodigy?
The truly terrifying prodigies of the first generation created Mid Spirit King level Dao Tablets while still in the Star Realm.
A'Diao was genuinely frightened.
Is this a Child of Heaven's Dao?
However, the cultivators of the first generation were mostly tempered through years of cultivation, while their generation, to put it bluntly, was piled up with resources. In fact, A'Diao felt she was the same.
There was truly no comparison with the first generation. The resources they used now were all created by those people of the first generation. The gap was too large.
"Third point: After three months, you might need to face challenges from others for Langya Courtyard after the novice period ends. But after three months, A'Diao, you will definitely need to face challenges from students of the two sacred lands from Lie Qin and Nan Jin."
"They all know about you now."
"If nothing unexpected happens, they will choose to assassinate you when you are out on a mission, or openly challenge and defeat you."
"After three months, if you die, I'll find another disciple. So, don't formally acknowledge me as your master for now. Of course, if you want to do it now, that's fine too."
A'Diao: "..."
So, this old man was holding a grudge because she had kowtowed to Qu Jiangnan but not to him?
Quite petty.
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