The Villain Fox's Sickly Beauty Master - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The World Is Not Void of Kindness Other Than Her Own.

Fu Yi didn’t recognize the person, but the aroma of the pastry had already drifted across the short distance.

Being hungry, she couldn’t help but salivate, and her throat unconsciously made a swallowing motion. However, Fu Yi was still more vigilant.

“You are?”

The woman seemed accustomed to being asked this. The hand holding the plate didn’t move, and her smile was as before.

“I am Qing Shang, a disciple of Immortal Venerable Meng Xian. I am responsible for the centralized instruction of the new disciples of Water Cloud Peak this time. According to seniority, you can call me Senior Sister.”

Immortal Venerable Meng Xian…

Fu Yi had no impression of this Immortal Venerable, only knowing that she seemed to be a disciple of the Grand Ancestor and an Elder of Water Cloud Peak who didn’t frequently appear in public. In her previous life, she had only met her twice. The problem was, she remembered that the person responsible for the centralized instruction of new Water Cloud Peak disciples in her previous life was a man, and he had caused some trouble, which allowed Mo Tong to gain a lot of attention.

However, Fu Yi had no time to think more deeply. Since the person had stated her identity, she couldn’t be impolite: “My name is Fu Yi, and I am the new disciple of… Immortal Venerable Luan Qiu.”

“I know. But I am genuinely curious why you are not staying with Immortal Venerable Luan Qiu in the Hall of Profound Clouds, but have come to the Qingxin Courtyard?”

Qing Shang’s lips curved slightly. As she spoke, she motioned for Fu Yi to look at the wooden plaque hanging in front of the door, which bore her name and lineage. It was no wonder the person called her “Junior Sister” upon seeing her.

When asked this question, Fu Yi calmly and placidly explained with the same reasoning she gave to the young servant from the Miscellaneous Affairs Office: “Staying here makes the centralized teaching more convenient.”

Hearing this, Qing Shang nodded thoughtfully and then offered the pastry wrapped in oil paper in her hand further forward: “Aren’t you going to take it?”

Only then did Fu Yi realize she had been blocking the person at the doorway the entire time. She smiled sheepishly, took the package of pastries, thanked her, stepped aside, and asked Qing Shang if she would like to come in and sit down.

The woman raised the other oil-paper-wrapped packages in her other hand, a tone of regret in her voice: “I can’t, I still have these to deliver. I’ll be going now.”

Saying that, Qing Shang waved goodbye to Fu Yi, but before she had walked two steps after turning around, she looked back, just as Fu Yi was about to close the door.

“Oh, by the way, after you eat, remember to tell me how it tastes next time. This is the first time I’ve made this type of pastry, and I still need to slightly improve it based on your feedback.”

Fu Yi leaned by the door, watching Qing Shang throw out this comment nonchalantly and then slowly disappear from her sight. She suddenly remembered that she had been about to go out to the mess hall.

But now, there was no need for that. Thinking this, Fu Yi gradually turned her attention to the oil paper package in her hand.

It seemed that for too long, she had been chasing one person and had forgotten that the world was not void of kindness other than her own.

Almost a quarter of an hour after Fu Yi emerged from the Marrow Cleansing Spring, Jiang Jinheng also opened her eyes. Her hand rested on the last page of the small booklet on her lap. Only after she had observed and assimilated the things she needed did she withdraw from her Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, 007 realized the truth of Jiang Jinheng’s statement that one page of paper was worth a hundred pages of ordinary books. Just as it was about to remind her of Fu Yi’s movements, it heard her voluntarily ask, “How long did I spend in seclusion this time?”

About two and a half days. The timing is just right. Tomorrow is the opening of the Secret Realm. If you hadn’t woken up, I would have had to use a special method to wake you up.

“What special method?”

Electric shock, of course.

Hearing this, Jiang Jinheng suddenly became interested. She had always thought of the system as merely an encyclopedia to be used on demand, but she hadn’t known it actually had practical abilities.

“You can summon lightning? Can that function be used to attack others?”

007 had just been answering as usual, but it stammered when Jiang Jinheng asked this question.

Jiang Jinheng immediately understood its reaction, but she had only asked casually and wasn’t truly expecting it to have any practical function. However, seeing it like this, she couldn’t resist teasing it:

“So the purpose of your bureau sending you to me is just to persecute me?”

What kind of talk is that! 007 sounded highly unconvinced: If you had ‘Aura of Destiny,’ you could summon as many lightning strikes as you wanted, on whoever you wanted.

Jiang Jinheng only wanted to tease it and certainly didn’t want to push it too far, so she knew she should stop here and immediately changed the subject.

“Right, how has Fu Yi been these two days?”

Jiang Jinheng had originally intended to ask about Mo Tong, but as the words reached her lips, the memory of the thin, small girl surfaced in her mind, and she couldn’t help but ask about her instead.

Fu Yi? You didn’t tell me to keep an eye on her. I’ve been watching Mo Tong for the past two days. That kid hasn’t made much movement, only consumed many basic elixirs sent to him by Cang Yu. He seems to want to cultivate his Dan fire before the Secret Realm opens.

Hearing 007’s words, Jiang Jinheng suddenly felt a little sorry for her newly accepted little disciple.

All immortal sects had rigid conditions when recruiting disciples. Not only did they restrict age, but they also restricted cultivation. Only those who had not yet established their foundation (Zhuji) and were under the age of twenty could participate in the disciple selection and immediately get the chance to become an inner-door disciple.

It was said that this was to prevent spies from other realms from infiltrating the sect, and children raised from a young age were easier to bring up in the fold.

However, this didn’t mean that the immortal sect didn’t recruit the virtuous and talented. Those who were capable, willing, and of upright character could become guest elders of the sect. Loose cultivators who had passed the age limit could first enter the outer sect and gain the opportunity to enter the inner sect through selection, but the once-in-a-lifetime Bōsuō Secret Realm would be out of reach for them.

Because of such rules, and because disciples from aristocratic families naturally had a good cultivation environment, they would generally cap their cultivation at the eighth or ninth stage of Qi Condensation. After all, the more of a certain kind of spiritual energy a person had in their body, the purer that spiritual root was, and the better the aptitude appeared.

Therefore, the disciples entering the Bōsuō Secret Realm were all below the Foundation Establishment stage, which is why they were accompanied by their respective masters, or joined the teams led by the Elders of the Enforcement Hall, to prevent ferocious beasts in the secret realm from harming people.

However, this also led to another situation: some disciples possessed spiritual artifacts, and their masters were often not mediocre. If people fought over the same item in the Secret Realm, those people would inevitably have the upper hand.

Therefore, even ordinary disciples would try every means to advance their cultivation before the Secret Realm opened. After all, though they were fellow disciples, they were also competitors.

As far as she knew, Fu Yi seemed not to have even entered the Qi Condensation realm. Compared to others, although her aptitude was top-tier, she might not fare well in the Secret Realm.

However, with her presence, there shouldn’t be many who would have the courage to snatch things.

While Jiang Jinheng was thinking, 007 had already located Fu Yi and added:

I don’t know what she did these past two days, but she is now in Qingxin Courtyard.

“Qingxin Courtyard?”

Jiang Jinheng knew that place; it was the residence arranged for Water Cloud Peak disciples.

But as her Inner-Door Disciple, shouldn’t Fu Yi be arranged to live in her Hall of Profound Clouds? Could she have gone to find someone?

Jiang Jinheng voiced her confusion, but 007 unexpectedly told her:

I don’t think so. I see that only she is in her room, and she is even leaning on the couch.

No one would act like that in someone else’s room.

Hearing this, Jiang Jinheng found it strange. She summoned the wind to travel. 007 saw her suddenly about to leave and asked curiously.

Where are you going?

“Miscellaneous Affairs Office.”