Chapter 63: Disciple Ning Yan

Immediately afterwards, five rays of spiritual light appeared, representing the five spiritual energies of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. They automatically surrounded Ye Zhao, as if in submission.

One celestial phenomenon after another emerged.

The clouds in the sky rolled, the stars swayed, and the mountains and rivers moved. Even the Wanjian Sect's protective formation was shaken and ripples appeared. The heads of the major peaks far away in the sect's main hall were all moved!

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"This is...how could there be such a strange omen!"

Xie Youran put on his outer robe and flew up into the air immediately. Auspicious clouds appeared under his feet and turned into a golden rainbow as he flew towards Qingyue Peak.

Several other peak masters also showed up, some riding swords, some controlling beasts, they looked horrified as they hurried on.

"What happened at Qingyue Peak? Did a secret treasure emerge? Or did someone break through?"

"That old fellow Xie Youran has also left. Could it be... Ye Zhao?"

"You're kidding! How can a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cause such a celestial phenomenon?"

As he spoke, Qingyue Peak was completely enveloped by the spiritual power storm, like a fairy mountain that had awakened, with light reaching the sky, even the disciples were awakened.

Someone ran out of the house, looked up at the sky, and whispered, "Is this what Master looks like when he's practicing... It's amazing!"

…

At this moment, Ye Zhao was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, without any disturbance.

A barely perceptible golden mark appeared between her eyebrows, which was a sign that her Hunyuan Spirit Body had fully awakened.

Spiritual power poured into her body like a whale sucking water, her meridians were washed crystal clear, and her dantian expanded to five times that of an ordinary person. The shadow of the second golden elixir condensed began to slowly take shape, and it was obvious that she was transforming into a rare physique with two golden elixirs!

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Xie Youran was the first to arrive. Standing outside the spiritual light, he watched the pillar of spiritual energy cascade down like a waterfall from the sky. His expression was filled with shock, yet also with unconcealed ecstasy. "...Such a phenomenon, I'm afraid, hasn't even appeared during the time of our ancestors' cultivation."

Soon, other peak masters also arrived one after another. Seeing the sky of Qingyue Peak shrouded in spiritual light, they stopped and looked at Ye Zhao who was sitting cross-legged in the center, their faces full of disbelief.

They seemed to see a stunning genius who could break the sect's thousand-year silence, quietly awakening on Qingyue Peak.

Ye Zhao breathed in and out for a long time, the spiritual energy flowing through her body like a rushing river, and finally, after half an hour, it slowly returned to calm. She opened her eyes, and the strange light in them suddenly disappeared, like starlight disappearing into the sky.

She stood up and bowed: "I'm sorry to bother you all."

Xie Youran smiled and looked at her for a long time before suddenly speaking,

"You are a rare talent that is rarely seen in Qingyue Peak for a thousand years. In this case, I would rather abdicate as soon as possible and hand over the position of the leader of the Sword-asking Sect to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the peak masters changed instantly.

Ye Zhao hurriedly said: "My cultivation is still shallow, how dare I..."

Xie Youran waved his hand, interrupting her refusal: "No need to refute. The resonance between your internal energy and the sect's spiritual veins is the best sign. I, Xie Youran, may not be more suitable to lead the Sword-Asking Sect than you."

But it was at this moment that a figure stood quietly in the shade of the trees in the distant woods.

Ye Wange.

She was already deeply frustrated and hurt by Ye Zhao, and she was punished to reflect on her mistakes in seclusion for the past few days.

I went out quietly tonight because I sensed unusual movements in spiritual energy, hoping to get a glimpse of what was really going on, but I never expected to hear such shocking words.

"...You want to give her the position of sect leader?" Ye Wange gritted her teeth, jealousy surging in her eyes.

She retreated into the darkness, her eyes gloomy.

She turned and headed towards Lingxi Cave in the back mountain.

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Deep in Lingxi Cave, there is a faint light, the sound of gurgling water, and the spiritual energy is as thick as fog.

On the mountain wall, a young man in a light green robe sat cross-legged on a piece of blue stone, practicing with his eyes closed.

His face was as white as jade, his eyebrows reaching his temples, his features gentle yet heroic. The corners of his clothes were embroidered with the iconic silver frost emblem of Qingyue Peak, and a blue and gold waist badge was prominently displayed at his side.

The young man was calm, his skin glowing with a faint aura. With every breath he took, he drew spiritual energy around him, as if he was one with the world.

This is Ye Zhao’s eldest disciple... Ning Yan.

He was only eighteen years old, but had already reached the early stage of the Golden Core. He was originally a casual cultivator with mediocre qualifications, but because of his special talent and rare physique, he was accepted as Ye Zhao's first disciple.

Furnace and tripod constitution.

This physique was originally a secret meridian that people who went astray were eager to pursue. It was regarded by many cultivators as a miraculous item for replenishing their spirits, which could stimulate spiritual power and help them break through.

However, Ye Zhao never let him be used by anyone. Instead, he treated him as a treasure and taught him personally. He devoted all his resources to cultivating his cultivation and strictly ordered that no one in the peak should get close to him.

But Ye Wange had already secretly known all this.

She stared at the young man with burning eyes and murmured, "...If I could use his furnace-cauldron physique, even Ye Zhao, who is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, wouldn't be a threat to me."

She approached slowly, thoughts that shouldn't have arisen in her mind.

"Ye Zhao, if you don't let me be the sect leader, I will start with your most valued disciple."

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Ye Wange stood outside Lingxi Cave with her cloak gathered, a gentle smile on her face.

"Ning Yan," she called softly, her tone as gentle as an older sister calling a younger brother, "What do you think about what I just said?"

When Ning Yan saw that it was her, he couldn't help but show surprise and dependence on his face, and quickly stood up and saluted.

"Uncle Master Wange... no, Master Wange." He paused, mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you really willing to accept me as your disciple?"

Ye Wange's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her hand and tapped his forehead: "If you are willing, you will be my direct disciple from now on."

Ning Yan's eyes were slightly hot. He kowtowed solemnly and said, "Disciple Ning Yan, I pay my respects to Master."

A hint of darkness flashed across Ye Wange's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. She said in a gentle voice, "Let's go. Follow me back to Xialing Peak."

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Xialing Peak.

Ye Wange personally arranged accommodation for Ning Yan and ordered the servants in the peak to decorate his room properly. She even ordered someone to bring him spiritual food and said softly:

"Your cultivation is not stable yet, so take care of your body first in the next few days. If you need to refine pills and weapons, Master will teach you."

Ning Yan was moved to tears and nodded repeatedly.

It's late at night.

A familiar and intense pain suddenly exploded from Ning Yan's dantian.

It was a kind of pain as if one's internal organs were being burned by fire and one's meridians were being torn apart.

He fell to the side of the bed, sweating profusely, his face pale, and he almost fainted.

“Again… again…”

He clenched his teeth and pressed his fingers tightly against his abdomen, but it was no use... The heart-eating insect was like a living thing, biting madly inside his body and devouring his consciousness inch by inch.

In the past, at such times, he was able to suppress it only with the Tranquilizing Powder given by Ye Zhao.

He still doesn't know who planted the heart-eating poison, he only knows that if he doesn't take the medicine he will die in pain.

He gritted his teeth, propped himself up, limped out of the door, and headed straight for Qingyue Peak.

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The main hall of Qingyue Peak.

Ye Zhao sat cross-legged in meditation, sensing the floating spiritual energy outside, and raised his hand and waved.

The palace door opened in response.

Ning Yan stumbled in and knelt before her, barely breathing: "Please... give me... medicine..."