Trials of a Hundred Schools
Yin Lanxin asked him worriedly, "What is she doing here?"
"She asked me for a favor, and I asked her to do something for me. Now it's time to fulfill my promise," Qi Chengyan explained hastily.
It was inconvenient for Yin Lanxin to appear at this time, and Lin Yueyao was still unaware of her identity, so it was best not to see her.
Before parting, she repeatedly reminded him, "Remember what I said."
These past few days she's come to realize that Rong Yan deeply respects his senior sister, especially the way he looks at her like she's nothing but a bone.
His eyebrows and eyes are exactly like his mother's, as if they were carved from the same mold.
That look in his eyes, so innocent yet so passionate, was a testament to his deep affection for those around him.
Yin Lanxin was worried that he would follow in Nianci's footsteps.
Driven by the sentiment of loving someone because of their love for them, she only wanted to silently protect Rong Yan and the people around him.
As for what others might do to Rong Yan, she would never allow it.
Qi Chengyan remained noncommittal and went to see Lin Yueyao while wearing a mask.
In the hall outside the main hall, Lin Yueyao sat in the guest seat and released the silkworm demon from her spirit pouch.
The blood-clothed silkworm curled up, its back soaked in blood.
He was seriously injured by Rong Yan's sword.
"The person has been found. I'll take my leave now." He departed gracefully.
Looking back at the departing figure, the city lord sighed and summoned his shadow to carry the unconscious Blood-Clad Silkworm away.
The two shadows moved with lightning speed, dragging the person away while they fetched water to wash the floor, cleaning the hall spotless.
Not long after, a clean-up man was brought up, his chest wrapped in bandages; the shadow had saved him.
Blood-Clad Silkworm knelt on the ground, while Qi Chengyan in the hall drank tea and leisurely put down his teacup.
"Lord of the cave, spare my life! Lord of the cave, spare my life!"
Now he finally understood why Lin Yueyao had been so relentlessly pursuing him; it turned out that everything was on the orders of the cave master.
Qi Chengyan remained silent and summoned the Bitong Umbrella, whose ribs were made of fine steel, making it extremely painful to strike.
Blood-Clad Silkworm lay on the ground, begging for mercy with all its might. It shouted for a long time until its voice became hoarse, but the cave master did not make a sound.
I couldn't help but raise my head, and our eyes met. I looked down in bewilderment.
Qi Chengyan narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering how to punish this audacious subordinate.
But so much time has passed, and he has long since given up. If his sister were still alive, he wouldn't want to implicate others because of his own affairs.
As he pondered, he recalled Yin Lanxin's words of warning; he had always been a person who did not follow the rules.
She told him not to interfere, but he insisted on meddling.
"I can overlook the past, but your unauthorized escape and the theft of the Dust Demon Mirror are unforgivable crimes." Qi Chengyan stood up abruptly. Upon hearing this, Blood-Clad Silkworm closed its eyes in despair.
Before he finished speaking, he said, "I want you to secretly protect Wenwei so that you can make amends for your mistakes."
"Doesn't the cave master want to kill me?" He looked up, but Qi Chengyan turned his back, leaving him with only his back view.
"Killing you would be too easy for you."
It's not worth mentioning.
Since the cave master had given instructions, Blood-Clad Silkworm kowtowed and knelt in gratitude.
"Go."
He got up to leave, but Qi Chengyan called out to him, "Wait."
"Does the cave master have any further instructions?"
"Where is the Dust Demon Mirror?"
Almost forgot, the Blood-Clad Silkworm was taken out in a daze and presented with both hands.
He took the Dust Demon Mirror, but the image in the mirror was murky and unclear.
Seeing that he had no further explanation, Blood-Clad Silkworm limped away. Caught off guard by his comical appearance, Qi Chengyan frowned and called out to him, "Come back—"
"Is there anything else the cave master wants to say?" Going back and forth like this is exhausting.
"Where are you going?" Qi Chengyan asked him.
"Didn't the cave master instruct me to protect Immortal Lord Wenwei?" Blood-Clad Silkworm didn't understand why he had been called back.
"Let's wait until the injury heals completely; there's no rush."
Blood-Clad Silkworm was moved to tears and knelt down to thank him again, but Qi Chengyan was impatient and waved him away.
After everyone left, Qi Chengyan stared at the mirror. The Dust Demon Mirror could reflect the desires deep within one's heart, such as treasure, immortality, or a certain person.
Qi Chengyan looked in the mirror, but all he could see was a blur; he couldn't see anything clearly.
Since his sister's death, he has had no ties in this world, and his only thought is to protect this city and the things his sister loved in her lifetime.
Suddenly, this person appeared in the vast world, arousing his interest in the mundane world.
This person is Rong Yan.
Yin Lanxin is right. That's how things are, and there are some things that shouldn't be interfered with too much. But he's always been carefree and loves nothing more than chaos.
Let nature take its course.
Three to five days have passed since Lin Yueyao left Blackwater City, during which time many rumors have spread from the capital.
They said the prince was an evil spirit, and even the princess was bewitched by him.
That pair of senior and junior disciples from the immortal sect came for this reason.
Lin Yueyao flew on her sword, passing over the East China Sea, and in many places she passed through, autumn had already arrived.
Upon returning to the Misty Sect, most of the members were not present. A letter was left in the Literary Garden Hall, outlining the once-every-five-years Immortal Sect Trial.
The location was set at the highest peak of Mount Futu, and the old man led Rong Yan ahead of them.
She was quick on her feet, but she was exhausted from running back and forth between the two places.
The Trials of a Hundred Families means that all renowned disciples of the immortal sects can participate, and the trial involves hunting demonic beasts.
Whoever hunts the most monsters can enter the inner courtyard of Mount Futu for cultivation.
The inner academy is full of geniuses, and they have famous teachers to teach and guide them. Rong Nianci, the darling of heaven back then, stood out from the inner academy.
Of course, the number of monsters available for hunting is limited, which leads to disputes over capture. People fight fiercely over a single monster, sometimes even to the point of killing each other.
All of this was tacitly approved by the members of the immortal sects. When they arrived at the ancient battlefield, the battles there would be far more brutal than these.
Therefore, the Misty Sect has refused to participate in the trials all these years because it does not approve of the practice of destroying flesh and blood.
However, since it involves the various sects of the immortals, they have no choice but to step in. The Xuan Tian Sect Master has been living in seclusion for many years and rarely makes an appearance, so his disciples don't have to work so hard.
On the day of the trial, it was just a formality; there was no need for a life-or-death struggle, and the disciples were happy to have some peace and quiet.
Now that Master and his group have left, staying in the sect is no fun.
The letter stated that Rong Yan had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment and was not far from entering the early stage of Core Formation.
Even that little rascal, Benben, has grown quite a bit taller and slimmer after being away for half a year. The old man was overjoyed and looked forward to her arriving by his side soon.
The old lady is always good at saying nice things; why didn't she think to wait for her when she set off?
With Rong Yan around, she's increasingly forgotten about her, her eldest disciple.
With a sigh, Lin Yueyao set off and arrived at the gate of Futu Mountain three to five days later.
With so many people attending, everyone had to be questioned as usual. She showed her disciple's token bearing the characters "Xuantong" before being allowed to enter. The disciple guarding the mountain bowed and said, "So it's Fairy Qinglian, please come in."
Lin Yueyao doesn't know many people and isn't good at getting close to them. When faced with a friend who wants to be friendly, she just nods and smiles.
She thought silently to herself, "I can't embarrass my master."
The disciples of Futu Mountain arranged accommodation for her. When she arrived at the house with her waist token, a half-grown child jumped out of the garden.
"Moon Fairy, Moon Fairy."
It's that little guy, Benben. He's grown taller again after not seeing him for so long.
"What's that smell on you?" Lin Yueyao smelled a strange scent, a mix of demonic energy, her master's spiritual power, and an unusual odor.
Benben raised his hand and sniffed himself, then sniffed his arm hard, shaking his head and saying, "There's nothing there."
He's always tasted the same. Is there anything strange about it?
Lin Yueyao thought she was overthinking it, so she asked, "Where is Rong Yan?"
That's wonderful! The Moon Fairy's first thought isn't the old man with the white beard anymore, but her master!!
"The master is in the room."
"I'll go see him." Lin Yueyao ignored him and entered the garden. The door was ajar. She pushed it open, and just then Rong Yan walked to the door.
"Senior Sister?" Rong Yan was overjoyed, her lips turned pale, and there were faint shadows under her eyes.
"What's wrong? You don't look well," Lin Yueyao asked him with concern.
He touched his face and explained, "I didn't sleep well."
"Benben was making a ruckus last night."
Benben was chasing dragonflies in the garden, startling everyone. Lin Yueyao immediately said, "Don't let Benben sleep in the bed anymore."
"Where does he sleep?"
"Sleep with me."
“That won’t do; he’s a man after all,” Rong Yan disagreed.
"They haven't even grown all their feathers yet." Lin Yueyao didn't take it to heart at all, and was quite relieved.
"Never mind, you can sleep with me." After thinking it over, it seems safer to sleep with me.
After talking for a while at the doorway, Rong Yan suggested, "The scenery at the top of Mount Futu is the best. Would you like to go see it together, Senior Sister?"
"Alright."
With nothing to do, I flew to the mountaintop on my sword, with floating clouds beneath my feet. Mount Futu sits at the highest point, overlooking all living beings.
The Misty Sect, surrounded by mountains, is but a speck in the mortal world, and he and his senior sister are also insignificant lives in this world.
The newly arrived disciples from another sect arrived here shortly afterward.
They were a brother and sister, and upon seeing the two, they each greeted each other using their respective school of thought.
"We are disciples of the Department of Ill-fated Women. Which sect do you belong to?"
Rong Yan was surprised that the Department of Ill-fated People had male disciples, and said, "We are disciples of True Person Xuan Tong of the Misty Sect. We greet you both."
"Then this must be Fairy Qinglian," the woman said excitedly.
Lin Yue and Yao Qing hummed in agreement and exchanged a few words.
Enjoying the scenery was enough; the brother and sister greeted each other and then went elsewhere.
As people descended from the mountaintop, a steady stream of disciples appeared, including those from various sects and even some carefree, independent cultivators.
Rong Yan was sullen, and knowing he had something on his mind, Lin Yueyao let him go.
"Since we're here, let's go and see them."
"Senior sister isn't angry?" Rong Yan asked in surprise.
“She’s your sister, it’s only right that you go see her, why should I be angry?”
After bidding her farewell, Rong Yan went to the courtyard where the disciples of the Hehuan Sect lived.
It's unknown when he'll return.
After a long day of travel, Lin Yueyao finished washing up and was about to go to sleep when she remembered Benben, who loved to cause trouble, and called him to her bedside.
Benben hugged his pillow, somewhat hesitant to get into bed.
"Is it clean?"
"I didn't wash it," Benben answered honestly.
Lin Yueyao looked down and smelled it; the strange smell was gone. How strange.
It looked quite clean. She lifted the blanket and gestured for Benben to get into bed.
Clumsy, he tiptoed up, lay down, and immediately dared not move.
I don't know how much time passed, but I fell asleep without realizing it.
As soon as it was light, Benben was grabbed by the ear and dragged out of bed.
"You silly goose, you climbed into your senior sister's bed while I was away!"
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