What a tragic fate! Her two masters are sworn enemies!

Qi Yu's mind raced, and he chuckled, "I didn't expect Master to be so old."

Yun Gui, with a childlike face, sighed in a mature tone, "I'm already an old man."

He seemed tired, his eyes showing weariness and languor. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, the things have been delivered to you. You should practice hard. Although Canglang is a bit strict, this kind of training will only benefit you. Now that you've become my disciple, don't embarrass your master. The sect competition is in five months. Although you're not yet at the Golden Core stage, you should at least bring glory to your master in the Foundation Establishment stage competition, understand?"

"Huh?" Qi Yu sat down on the wooden bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

Yun Gui put on a stern face and said in an unyielding tone, "It's not just your teacher who's watching. Everyone in the Flying Star Sect is waiting to see what kind of skills you, the sect leader's personal disciple, really have. Whether you will shine brightly and become a true successor of the Flying Star Sect, or be criticized behind your back for not being worthy, depends on you."

Qi Yu was completely numb. She tentatively said, "Master, I don't have such lofty ambitions, and I don't care what others think of me, this..."

Yun Gui was exasperated. "You're supposed to have a Chaos Spiritual Root, can't you have some ambition? The creator of the Chaos Spiritual Body, that person successfully formed his core in just three years. He figured it out step by step on his own. You're just picking up the pieces, can't you be a little more demanding?"

Qi Yu feigned ignorance: "Pastries? What pastries?"

Yun Gui: "..."

Yun Gui said, "Since that's the case, I can only resort to a little trick."

Qi Yu suddenly had a bad feeling and pressed, "What method?"

Yun Gui had already opened the door and walked out. He didn't answer Qi Yu's question, but instead said lazily with his back to Qi Yu, "Disciple, it's getting late, go to sleep early."

Once the grueling training begins, you won't be able to sleep well.

Qi Yu scratched his head, puzzled, and sat back down.

Outside the door, Yun Gui yawned and slowly walked towards the cave.

Suddenly, he stopped and slowly turned around.

A tall man draped in a feathered robe stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching him. His full head of silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, making him look like a god descended to earth.

His overwhelming aura was undisguised, and his crimson eyes seemed to burn with fierce fire.

Yun Gui covered his fox fur coat, coughed a few times, and said, "I never thought that there would be someone older than me in the cultivation world of the Boundless Continent."

Feng Xiao: "..."

He suppressed his urge to hit him and said coldly, "Your soul has been damaged, and you've been barely clinging to life for hundreds of years. It seems you don't have many more years to live."

Yun Gui suddenly raised his head, "You can see through my soul?"

...

Qi Yu sat on the bed in the thatched hut, pondered for a moment, and then opened the booklet that Yun Gui had given her.

After a while, she looked up from the book, her face full of doubt.

The book was only a few pages long. The first half of Yun Gui's book on the Chaotic Spirit Body was almost identical to the first half of Zhu Xiuzi's book on the Chaotic Spirit Body, but the second half of Yun Gui's book was missing a crucial section.

A mantra for absorbing the spiritual power of others.

Could it be that Yun Gui didn't want her to hurt others, so he removed this incantation?

That makes sense.

After all, according to Zhu Xiuzi's own account, his hands were stained with a lot of blood.

Qi Yu thought for a moment, put away Yun Gui's booklet, and then took out Zhu Xiuzi's book on the Chaotic Spirit Body.

"Master, are you there?"

A flash of light appeared in the small thatched hut, and the next second, Qi Yu appeared in the vast space.

There was a mountain of storybooks piled up on the ground. Zhu Xiuzi, a gray ball of fur, was engrossed in reading them, so engrossed that he didn't even bother to come out and greet Qi Yu.

Qi Yu stared at it speechlessly for a moment, unable to reconcile this little dumpling, who was obsessed with melodramatic romance novels, with the great demon Yun Gui had described, who indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people in his quest for immortality.

"Master, since you say you're a Tribulation Transcending Stage expert, you must be quite famous in the cultivation world, right? Do I have any senior or great-uncle masters?"

Zhu Xiuzi paused, finally pulling herself out of the world of the storybook, and asked, "Why are you asking this now?"

"I'm just trying to ride on my master's coattails."

Zhu Xiuzi floated up unsteadily, his tone nostalgic: "Back then, your master was naturally very famous, but..."

"But what?"

"It's just that your master has no father, no mother, no brothers, no sisters, no master, and no friends. The only one I could talk to betrayed me and killed me. I'm a bit of a failure as a master, so I'm afraid I can't help you much."

Qi Yu: "...Master, don't be sad. At least you have me as your disciple now."

Zhu Xiuzi was deeply moved and said, "My dear disciple, you are so kind. Next time, remember to bring me a few more copies of this storybook written by Pengshan Ke. It's good, I love reading it, and I want to read it again next time, okay?"

Qi Yu: "...Goodbye."

Just before leaving the space, Zhu Xiuzi suddenly said, "Disciple, in the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak. You can't rely on anything else except strength. Do you understand?"

Qi Yu glanced at him and nodded, saying, "This disciple understands."

Back at the cottage, it was still dark, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.

She stood up, walked around the small thatched hut twice, then turned off the lighting and ritual implements, opened the door, and walked towards the scripture pavilion.

The Sutra Repository is located on Danxin Peak, one of the main peaks of the Flying Star Sect. It has a huge building area and a vast collection of books. Compared to it, Wucheng Spiritual Academy can only be called a little brother.

In addition to the paper books, this place also contains countless jade slips that can be viewed with spiritual power, allowing cultivators with strong spiritual souls to directly receive information from the jade slips and save time.

It was still the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), but the Sutra Repository was still brightly lit.

Qi Yu handed the jade token that Yun Gui had given her to the senior brother who was guarding her.

Upon seeing the three characters "Jade Produces Smoke" on the jade tablet, the senior brother glanced at Qi Yu a few more times. Clearly, he had never witnessed Qi Yu's overwhelming performance in the secret realm assessment and was naturally curious as he was meeting this disciple personally taught by the sect leader for the first time.

He solemnly handed the jade token back to Qi Yu and instructed her, "Junior Sister, you can freely look at the books on the first and second floors of the Scripture Pavilion. You cannot go to the third floor and above without the permission of an elder. If you want to look at the books on the third floor and above, you can apply to any elder. At that time, you can use the Scripture Pavilion pass to browse any book in the Scripture Pavilion."

After he registered his information, Qi Yu put away the jade token and slowly walked inside.

A few people stood sparsely in the library, all quietly reading books.

Qi Yu tiptoed to a bookshelf labeled "Chronicles of Major Events in the Cultivation World" and began to slowly flip through it.

Even if Zhu Xiuzi, a powerful cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage, has a notorious reputation, there should still be a lot of information about him in the books.

Zhu Xiuzi, a powerful cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage who perished three hundred years ago...