The Villain Fox's Sickly Beauty Master - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Name on the Light Contract Successfully Made Her Stunned.

Not only Jiang Jinheng, but even 007 was momentarily stunned by Yuan Yi’s words of blatant favoritism. After all, according to the setting, since someone was already affected by the halo, it was already good enough if the other NPCs didn’t join the crusade team. How could someone actually help the targeted person?

Because of this, 007 checked everywhere, but while the problem wasn’t found, it brought back some good news.

Host, the Fortune Value has increased by five hundred points! That’s equivalent to the Fortune Value gained from snatching a super large secret realm legacy!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinheng’s brow slightly moved, and she suddenly understood the key to the matter.

Because she publicly stated that she would not take Mo Tong as a disciple, just as she expected, Mo Tong lost a portion of his Fortune. And precisely because she did not take Mo Tong as a disciple, Yuan Yi, who always liked to stick close to her, would not have any further interaction with Mo Tong, which seemed to have released her from the influence of the halo.

But why did Cang Yu suddenly speak up for Mo Tong?

Jiang Jinheng told her conjecture to 007. It seemed to agree with her. While they were pondering, Cang Yu remained somewhat persistent.

“But he is the only bloodline of the Mo family. As cultivators, we must not forget the sacrifices of our predecessors. Looking at our Canglan Immortal Sect, Junior Martial Aunt, your immortal aptitude is the highest. You should naturally take more disciples to strengthen our immortal sect.”

Well, he started using the old scholar’s rhetoric.

Yuan Yi shouldn’t have been good-tempered either. Seeing his expression, she hurried to chase after him to scold him, but Jiang Jinheng pulled her behind her.

“What Martial Nephew said is correct. However, this Esteemed One has always been frail, spending most of these years in closed-door cultivation for quiet recuperation. It is truly difficult to put effort into teaching too many disciples. Furthermore, by requesting Senior Martial Brother to accept him into the inner sect, I have already considered the sentiment for his ancestors. If his aptitude is genuinely good, he will naturally have a good place. If his talent is poor, even if I were to teach him, it would do more harm than good.”

During the conversation, the spiritual root testing below the platform proceeded in an orderly manner. Just as Jiang Jinheng finished speaking, it happened that Mo Tong stepped onto the Spirit Testing Platform. Consequently, the four people on the high platform seemed to be verifying something, all turning their gaze downwards.

They saw Mo Tong place his hand on it. There was no significant movement on the platform, only a faint five-colored light flickering on the Spirit Testing Stone. The person responsible for recording only made a note in the ledger and let him step down.

However, those on the high platform who were paying attention could see clearly from a thousand miles away, easily discerning the reaction of the Spirit Testing Stone.

This scene was taken in by them. Coupled with the topic they had just been discussing, Cang Yu’s face instantly turned ashen. Fearing he might speak again, Jiang Jinheng preemptively spoke up.

“With this kind of aptitude, he can only enter the outer sect as a sweeping chore boy by reason. Cang Yu, do you still hope this Esteemed One will take him as a disciple?”

The person being asked said nothing more upon hearing this, only glancing at her before letting out a cold snort and leaving with a flick of his sleeve.

Dan Yi, who hadn’t been involved in the topic from the start, had also left this area at some point. Now, only Jiang Jinheng and Yuan Yi, whom she had pulled behind her, remained on the high platform.

Watching Cang Yu leave in a huff, she couldn’t help but mutter again, “This big guy, I wonder what got into him today.”

Jiang Jinheng was well aware of his abnormality but couldn’t openly explain it. However, meeting another person not bound by the halo, she couldn’t resist giving a few words of advice.

“Xi Yu, listen closely to everything I am about to say now, and keep it in mind.”

Her name hadn’t been mentioned in a long time, and Yuan Yi was momentarily stunned. She blinked her eyes twice. Seeing Jiang Jinheng’s gentle but very serious demeanor, she finally remembered to nod twice.

“The Mo family orphan I just discussed with Cang Yu, you absolutely must not associate too closely with him in the future. There seems to be something strange about this person.”

Yuan Yi seemed confused by her words: “But isn’t he just a boy with mixed spiritual roots? In that catastrophe, only he remained of his clan. No matter how capable he is, what trouble could he cause?”

Jiang Jinheng couldn’t explicitly tell her about the existence of the Child of Fortune, so she could only present her other suspicion.

“He is just a youth with poor aptitude and no cultivation yet. So, why was he able to survive that catastrophe?”

Jiang Jinheng’s question immediately stumped Yuan Yi. She hesitated, replying with slight uncertainty, “Because he hid?”

“But when we searched the residence, there were many corpses, even in secluded places.”

Yuan Yi seemed speechless, but felt a chill run down her spine.

In this continent, the Canglan Immortal Sect, the Thousand Blade Sword Sect, and the Azure Frost Convent were known as the Three Great Sects by righteous cultivators, along with a dozen other smaller sects. In the mortal world, there were five nations, and within these five nations, aside from the royal family, the cultivation aristocratic families held the most sway. They either relied on spiritual veins or had family legacies. With vast family lines, they held considerable status both within the sects and the mortal world. Although cultivators should ideally distance themselves from worldly affairs, if one was born into an aristocratic family, their path of cultivation was inextricably linked to the family’s resources and status. Cultivators from aristocratic families would bring better resources or treatment to the family, and these resources or treatment could in turn cultivate generation after generation of family cultivators, thus forming a cycle.

Among the cultivation aristocratic families, the most renowned were the four great families: Qi, Du, Han, and Mo. Currently, the first three families were still prosperous, but the Mo family was ruined due to some cultivators being implanted with demon seeds during a demon-slaying operation without being detected. By the time the riot occurred, and the three sects rushed to the rescue, it was too late. All 382 members of the main and branch families were killed, with only one survivor, that being Mo Tong.

According to him, the few family members who had been implanted with demon seeds first attacked the family elders. He was scared at the time and used a wooden bucket and rope to hide in the dry well of the dilapidated courtyard where he and his mother used to live. He only dared to call for help after they received the news and arrived.

Jiang Jinheng had doubts when 007 informed her of this point. She had previously checked the records: when the three sects jointly rescued the Mo family and searched for survivors, they found bodies in various secluded spots. Yet, he, a youth without any cultivation, was able to hide just by being in a well and wasn’t discovered by those demon seeds. This was simply too lucky. After all, cultivators have transcended the five senses and do not rely solely on sight for observation.

Coupled with Mo Tong’s subsequent significant involvement with demonic individuals, and the fact that he was from the branch family—his status in the Mo family was apparent from that dilapidated courtyard, and his mother had also died of illness without treatment—he should have harbored considerable resentment towards the rest of the family. This forced Jiang Jinheng to speculate in a certain direction.

Even if the matter was truly unrelated to him, it was worthwhile for Yuan Yi to realize that Mo Tong was different from others at this moment.

“Therefore, my request to the Sect Master Senior Martial Brother to allow him into the inner sect was not just out of consideration for his ancestors’ sentiment. It was also to keep him within sight, so that even if any mistakes were to occur, they could be discovered in time.”

“Junior Martial Aunt, why didn’t you explain this to Senior Martial Brother Cang Yu?”

Knowing she had this question, Jiang Jinheng lightly smiled, then glanced at the youth whose expression was somewhat gloomy due to something someone else had said.

“This matter is still inconclusive. I only mentioned it casually to you, so do not spread it externally.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yi nodded, her gaze returning to the scene.

The spiritual root testing process was very quick, slightly shorter than the estimated time. After some more time, the number of people in front of the hall was greatly reduced, and the Sect Master Xuan Mingzi also arrived. The prepared Elder of the Hall of Enforcement handed him a recorded roster. He casually flipped through a few pages, seemed somewhat surprised at one point, and couldn’t help but start looking for Fu Yi in the crowd.

To better supervise Fu Yi, Xuan Mingzi had long considered taking her as a disciple. However, she seemed uninterested in cultivation, having requested him to let her leave the mountain when she turned sixteen. For some unknown reason, she changed her mind a few days ago and said she wanted to participate in this disciple selection.

Originally, it was excellent for Xuan Mingzi if Fu Yi did not engage in cultivation. But now that she displayed such amazing talent, it became complicated.

“A total of four hundred and seventy-one people tested spiritual roots. Among them, three hundred and sixty-seven have four or five spiritual roots, with root grades all between 2-3. Sixty-one people have three spiritual roots, with root grades between 3-6. Among the remaining forty-three people, ten have single spiritual roots, and one… has a Fire Variant Thunder Spiritual Root. The spiritual root grades are all marked next to their names.”

No one knew Xuan Mingzi’s thoughts. The Elder of the Hall of Enforcement responsible for recording stood to the side after reporting to him, seemingly waiting for instructions.

“That child is Junior Martial Sister Que Yun’s only bloodline. Such aptitude is reasonable.”

Xuan Mingzi said this, then finished flipping through the roster: “Disciples with mixed spiritual roots, if they are willing to join the sect, should first be arranged into the outer sect and taught methods of breathing and various basic skills by some elders. Also, notify the rest to wait in front of the hall.”

After speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something, flipped the roster back a few pages, and added, “Mo Tong, the one with mixed spiritual roots, let him stay too.”

The Elder slightly bowed. The area outside the hall instantly became busy. After this task was completed, only a few scattered people remained outside the hall compared to those who had previously participated in the spiritual root test.

Immediately after, Xuan Mingzi’s voice transmission was heard: “First, congratulations on obtaining the qualification to become inner sect disciples in this session. However, this does not mean you can always enjoy the treatment of inner sect disciples. If you become lazy in cultivation, inner sect disciples can be demoted to outer sect disciples. If you are diligent, outer sect disciples can also be promoted to inner sect disciples. The Master-Disciple Mutual Selection Ceremony will be held immediately. A disciple who is selected will see the name of the person who wishes to take them as a disciple, along with a contract. If you agree, simply press your palm onto the contract. If you refuse, it is simple: just wave the name away.”

“Of course, disciples who are not selected should not be discouraged. You will be assigned to different peaks as inner sect disciples based on your spiritual roots, where cultivators will be uniformly arranged to teach you. Those who perform excellently in the Sect Grand Competition three months from now will also have the opportunity to formally become disciples under the various elders.”

After Xuan Mingzi finished speaking, many disciples in front of the platform already had names and contracts of different colors floating before them. Many had already pressed their handprints onto the contracts. Immediately, the contract turned into a beam of light and drilled into their forehead.

Unlike others, Mo Tong had nothing in front of him. He clenched his fists as if he had been humiliated. Yet, Fu Yi, right next to him, already had seven or eight light contracts flashing before her.

The current situation was exactly the same as in her memory. However, soon, the ice-blue light contract she had once longed for would appear before Mo Tong, but she would definitely not beg that woman to take her as a disciple like a dog as she had last time.

As Fu Yi was thinking this, another light contract appeared before her, occupying the center spot and pushing the others far away. The name on the light contract, however, successfully made her stunned.

Luan Qiu.