“Good, you have spirit.”

Fudao Shanren’s eyes showed approval, thinking to himself that this was indeed a disciple only he could cultivate!

Thinking of that group of useless people in Yashan, he felt comforted and smiled slightly: “Since you’ve made up your mind, then go. This is a path every Yashan disciple must take.”

Jian Chou nodded, took a deep breath, and finally walked toward the depths of the clouds.

At this time, about thirty zhang above the cliff path on the mountainside.

A great hall.

Needless to say, it had carved beams and painted rafters. Eight large bronze furnaces carved with ancient patterns burned in the hall, their flames blazing as if they had been burning since ancient times.

In the hall, a slightly plump man wearing a gold-threaded robe gazed intensely at the clouds below with burning eyes.

A long rope bridge extended from the opposite shore.

Watching those two figures drawing ever closer, he was almost moved to tears!

“My goodness, Master Uncle Fudao has finally returned! This mess is really beyond my management!”

The four white-haired elders standing behind him heard this mournful cry and all exchanged glances, simultaneously shaking their heads helplessly.

The clean and plump man before them was none other than the Yashan Sect Master praised by everyone outside—

Zheng Yao!

Sigh, everyone said Yashan was good, but they knew…

Yashan’s sect master was completely unreliable!

An unreliable sect master counting on an unreliable Fudao Shanren—could their Yashan still turn out well?

Looking worriedly at the clear sky outside, the four elders sighed deeply.

This sky was probably going to fall.

“By the way, what’s the background of that new disciple Master Uncle took in?” After celebrating in his heart for a while, the Yashan Sect Master finally remembered proper business and turned to ask.

An elder stepped forward: “I heard she’s a mortal woman from an isolated island in the human world, previously married. Master Uncle Fudao said he was fated with her, so he took her as his disciple. She’s now Yashan’s eldest senior sister.”

“Oh…”

Yashan Sect Master Zheng Yao nodded and had nothing more to say.

The elder was startled, thinking the sect master would ask more questions, but it ended just like that.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: “Sect Master, is this perhaps inappropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate about it?”

“Just taking in one disciple, who I heard has barely reached Qi Refining cultivation, yet absurdly ranks as eldest senior sister. Even you, Sect Master, will have to call her ‘eldest senior sister’ when you see her in the future. This… this…”

Actually, when the elders first heard this news, they were completely overwhelmed.

Everything about Yashan was good except for Fudao Shanren.

But Fudao Shanren happened to be the highest-ranking old immortal in Yashan currently. He’d taken several disciples who, counting by generations, were all peers with the current sect master and elders!

Now with an eldest senior sister arriving, wouldn’t they all have to call her “eldest senior sister”?

Originally, the elders felt helpless and wanted to seek an explanation from the sect master. They couldn’t possibly call a Qi Refining little one “eldest senior sister,” right?

That would be too humiliating for these old fellows.

Unexpectedly, the sect master was completely unmoved!

The Yashan Sect Master, who appeared lofty and mysterious to outsiders, just waved his hand dismissively, not caring at all.

“You all, why worry about such empty titles? I’d wish the entire Yashan was full of people with higher seniority than me. Sigh, never offend Master Uncle Fudao, or who will I dump this sect master mess on later? All of you keep your mouths shut! Anyone who dares ruin my ‘abdication’ plans, I’ll…”

The sect master seemed to ponder for a long time, then his eyes lit up with a great idea!

“Anyone who ruins my plans, I’ll pass the sect master position to them!”

Hearing this, the four elders immediately broke out in cold sweat, not daring to make another sound.

Sect master position?

Bah!

A life of exhausting work! Whoever wants it is unlucky!

Watching the sect master’s eyes light up as he gazed at the rope bridge below, the four elders exchanged frightened glances again: Poor Master Uncle Fudao!

“Achoo!”

On the Yashan cliff path.

Fudao Shanren sneezed, startling the floating clouds beside the stone path into swirling motion.

Jian Chou, who was stepping on a stone, was suddenly frightened by the sound behind her and slipped!

“Crash!”

The stone block she was standing on was loosened by her slip and suddenly collapsed, rolling straight down!

Jian Chou almost cried out, her heart nearly jumping from her throat.

At the critical moment, she shifted her foot, borrowed some leverage, and hurriedly grasped a protruding stone block on the cliff wall, steadying herself.

This stone path carved into the cliff wall was extremely narrow. At its widest, it was like an unobstructed walkway, but at its narrowest, it was only like a sheep’s intestine, difficult even to place one foot.

Sunlight could only reach the outer edge of the stone path, while the inside was filled with relief carvings of Yashan’s founding masters, past sect masters, elders, and outstanding disciples. One after another, they lined the inner side of the stone path, appearing extremely magnificent at a glance.

Jian Chou gasped violently, her rigid back pressed tightly against the relief portrait of some unknown ancestor behind her. She carefully poked her head out slightly and looked down.

Below the deep precipice, only layers of floating white clouds could be seen. The stones that had just fallen had punched a small hole in the cloud layer. As the wind blew, the clouds gradually flowed and filled the thin gap again.

Only the sunken gap beside Jian Chou’s feet showed the danger of moments before.

“One sneeze scares you like this—is it that serious?”

A sarcastic comment came from the side.

Fudao Shanren rubbed his red nose, actually wondering who was speaking ill of him behind his back to make him sneeze.

Hearing this, Jian Chou had the urge to pour a basin of dirty water over his head.

“It’s all your fault!”

She gritted her teeth, her fingers tightly gripping the protruding stone block on the cliff wall, grinding her teeth: “Master, I regret it now.”

“Regret?”

Fudao Shanren glared, indignant.

“Hey! You have no perseverance at all! All my talking along the way was to train you! Climbing mountains requires mental fortitude, especially such cliffs! I distracted you to prepare you for not being disturbed when fighting others—it’s all for your good!”

“I almost died!”

Jian Chou had never seen such harmful “good”!

Up the stone path, Jian Chou had constantly endured Fudao Shanren’s noise interference. Being able to preserve her life and climb this far was practically a miracle.

“Please, Master, stay away from me.”

“You disciple isn’t good at all.”

Fudao Shanren started again.

“You just told me this was your path, that you chose it and must walk it to the end! And now you say you regret it? Do you think you can still regret it now? I think if you take one step back, you’ll fall off this ten-thousand-foot cliff!”

“What I regret is not sealing your mouth, Master!”

Jian Chou was on the verge of mental collapse.

Also, she should have been the 368th ungrateful person!

“Anyway, please be quiet for a while, Master.”

She’d settle accounts with him properly after crossing the Yashan path.

“I won’t, I won’t, I just won’t!”

Fudao Shanren’s steps were light, as if walking on flat ground. Looking carefully, one could see his straw shoes weren’t even touching the ground.

He followed unhurriedly behind Jian Chou, appreciating her difficult posture.

“Back when I walked this path, I was much worse off than you. Outside was heavy snow, and all these stones under your feet were covered with snow. Over time, it compressed into solid ice—now that was treacherous! You have sunshine now, making the walk much easier. Be content!”

Jian Chou closed her eyes. Fine beads of sweat fell from her forehead onto the dry stones, instantly disappearing without a trace of moisture, evaporating immediately.

She adjusted her breathing and calmed her emotions.

Opening her eyes again, before her was the narrowest part of the entire Yashan path she’d walked. The edge showed signs of collapse, with cracks between the stones. If she stepped here now, she’d likely be unable to escape falling.

Five feet beyond this extremely narrow and dangerous spot was solid, thick stone flooring.

If she could pass here, the road ahead would be easier.

Jian Chou said nothing and began thinking.

Seeing her motionless for a long time, Fudao Shanren found it strange: “You’re not too scared to walk, are you? Mountain climbing, especially cliff climbing, is retreat by most. Take risks when you should. If you keep hesitating, I fear you’ll become a disciple who dies falling on the Yashan path!”

Thinking this, Fudao Shanren was almost gleeful to the extreme, wanting to laugh heartily.

“Well, hahaha, why don’t you tell Master what kind of tombstone you like, and Master will prepare—”

Fudao Shanren was still laughing, but the next moment, his eyes widened!

Jian Chou, who had been motionless before him, suddenly released both hands and leaped forward!

A thousand-foot precipice!

A bold leap!

In that instant, Jian Chou’s waterfall-like azure hair was lifted by the fierce mountain wind, dancing wildly!

Endless layers of clouds suddenly filled her entire vision.

A seemingly insane act.

However, Jian Chou’s heart remained completely calm.

As her body began falling, the cloud layers below seemed to come alive, wanting to surge up and swallow her!

At this very moment!

Snow-white light flashed!

A Wanxiang Battle Disc about one zhang in diameter suddenly bloomed. Jian Chou stepped on a protruding spot on the cliff wall, lightly borrowed force, and her slender body immediately soared up, floating like a feather.

The next moment, she had already flipped and landed directly!

Lightly pressing her hand against the ground to absorb the tremendous impact, Jian Chou finally slowly exhaled and stood up, looking back.

Across the five-foot break in the middle, Fudao Shanren stood there with his mouth agape, showing a ghostly expression.

That scene had happened in a flash—Fudao Shanren hadn’t even had time to react!

Only now did he stammer: “You, you, you…”

“Master, regarding the tombstone, you needn’t prepare one for me.”

Jian Chou raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her head—whether from cold or heat—her voice crisp.

“However, if Master wishes, your disciple will prepare a coffin for you first.”

When she said this, the smile on her face was utterly sincere.

“You!”

Fudao Shanren was instantly furious, directly stepping out. His form flickered, and he was suddenly beside Jian Chou.

“Don’t talk about random things—quickly tell me, how did you do that just now?”

“The little booklet Master gave me has a small technique for borrowing spiritual energy to lighten the body. Your disciple just remembered it and tried it casually. I didn’t expect it to succeed.”

Thinking about it, Jian Chou also felt lingering fear.

But she was quite satisfied with this experiment.

Fudao Shanren was speechless: “Tried it casually… you’re only at Qi Refining… too excessive, too excessive! Don’t you know how to be kind to elderly people?!”

“Ah?”

Jian Chou didn’t understand.

What did this have to do with elderly people?

Fudao Shanren angrily accused: “Don’t you know how dangerous that scene was just now? It could scare elderly people! I have a bad heart and can’t take such shocks!”

“…Really?”

Jian Chou’s quiet gaze swept across Fudao Shanren’s indignant face. She had originally wanted to make a casual joke, but somehow, when the words came out, they changed.

“Your disciple only dared try so casually because Master was beside me. If your disciple fell, Master would definitely save me.”

“…”

Fudao Shanren paused, looking at Jian Chou, seeing only the shallow smile on the girl’s face.

In that moment, he actually felt his old face redden.

“Cough, of course.”

Right, I’m just that responsible and dutiful a master!

He secretly encouraged himself.

Beside him, Jian Chou had completely relaxed by now.

The Yashan path was built around the mountainside. When they came up from the rope bridge, they had chosen the right path. Now, as they walked forward, Jian Chou could increasingly feel the rope bridge curving leftward.

Fudao Shanren said: “Yashan’s front mountain only has the Yashan path and the Lanyue Hall at the top—just a facade. The back mountain is the real Yashan. Turn around the Zhaixing Platform ahead and we’ll be there.”

That was Jian Chou’s destination.

Jian Chou nodded and walked forward.

Soon, at the turn in the road ahead, a small platform appeared, extending from the stone path like a walkway, with endless cloud seas at its end.

Zhaixing Platform.

A hundred-foot high tower where one could pluck stars with their hands.

Jian Chou couldn’t help but stop, thinking that if it were night here, one could probably see the entire starry sky.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have such a name.

A composed young man in a gray robe stood beside Zhaixing Platform, constantly looking toward the Yashan path.

“Tap tap…”

The sound of Jian Chou’s light footsteps.

Hearing this, the person immediately looked up. The moment he saw Jian Chou and Fudao Shanren, joy flashed in his eyes: “Master, you really came back!”

Fudao Shanren, who had been wearing a detached expression of a superior person, suddenly froze.

Jian Chou could clearly feel his body stiffen.

The young man quickly walked forward, directly lifting his robe and properly kneeling down, kowtowing solidly: “Disciple Qu Zhengfeng pays respects to Master!”

Fudao Shanren, holding Da Bai’e, coughed: “Ah, it’s only been three hundred years since we last met! Look at you! Get up quickly, don’t embarrass yourself in front of your eldest senior sister.”

“Yes.”

Qu Zhengfeng quickly stood up, seemingly with strange tears of emotion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Jian Chou couldn’t help but click her tongue quietly.

She secretly glanced at Fudao Shanren. Speaking of being a master, this one was truly irresponsible. Three hundred years away from Yashan—look how excited this disciple was!

Clearly, he hadn’t spoken to or seen Fudao Shanren once in these three hundred years!

Qu Zhengfeng, just having stood up, heard Fudao Shanren mention “eldest senior sister” and looked toward Jian Chou, as if only now having time to observe her.

“This must be eldest senior sister?”

He looked once, then immediately bowed properly with a deep salute.

“Zhengfeng pays respects to eldest senior sister!”

“…”

El-eldest senior sister!

But you clearly look older than me!

The words Fudao Shanren had said outside the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery echoed in her ears again.

“You’re in your twenties and have been married. Those idiots from the thirty-sixth generation were all younger than you when they entered, so of course you’re the eldest senior sister!”

It seemed this “junior brother” before her had entered at a younger age than herself.

Only…

Not having seen his master for three hundred years, this “young man’s” actual age…

Thinking about it, Jian Chou’s scalp tingled. If she encountered those like Fudao Shanren who were too lazy to maintain their appearance, wouldn’t a group of old men come running out calling her “eldest senior sister”?

Jian Chou felt she’d entered the wrong pit.

Her mind was chaotic for a long time before she found her consciousness again. With a stiff face, she spoke that universal response: “Junior Brother Qu is too polite.”

Qu Zhengfeng looked up at Jian Chou’s expressionless face, also finding it wonderful.

This bearing was quite composed!

He’d heard this “eldest senior sister” was a disciple Master had just taken in, young and with low cultivation—currently only at Qi Refining stage. Coming to Yashan and meeting him for the first time, she seemed to have no panic or surprise at all.

“Truly worthy of being eldest senior sister!”

Qu Zhengfeng’s eyes showed unusually sincere admiration, his subtle gaze making Jian Chou’s scalp continue to tingle.

There was an inexplicable sigh in his voice.

Jian Chou felt chills, wondering what this meant.

Was he upset about her immediately becoming eldest senior sister upon arrival?

Jian Chou quickly tried to remedy: “Please don’t misunderstand, Junior Brother Qu. This eldest senior sister position is really—”

Before she could finish, Qu Zhengfeng directly continued his previous words.

“Eldest senior sister is truly the most calm and composed among the new Yashan disciples Zhengfeng has seen. Indeed, only someone as excellent as eldest senior sister could conquer a master with such high standards as this old bastard, ending his three hundred years of wandering life and returning to Yashan. Eldest senior sister, junior brother thanks you on behalf of all the senior and junior disciples in Yashan!”

Saying this, he respectfully bowed deeply!

Jian Chou was stunned.

Completely stunned.

Qu Zhengfeng’s words kept echoing in her ears, giving her a dreamlike feeling.

High standards old bastard, three hundred years of wandering life, thanking her on behalf of all of Yashan…

She couldn’t help but slowly turn to look at Fudao Shanren beside her.

By now, Fudao Shanren’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He gripped Da Bai’e’s wing, smiling sinisterly at Qu Zhengfeng: “Who—did—you—call—an—old—bastard?!”

Qu Zhengfeng showed no fear, straightening his chest and speaking righteously with calm composure: “Of course it wasn’t your disciple. It was all the sect master’s words—please don’t blame Master. Three hundred years away from the sect, ignoring worldly affairs, abandoning your position as Central Domain Enforcement Elder—I heard all the sects in the Central Domain’s Left Three Thousand went to Kunwu to speak ill of you. The sect master also said you’re an old schemer, old—”

“Shut up!”

Fudao Shanren felt like fainting.

He clenched his fists: “No good, no good! Three hundred years away from Yashan, and I’ve lost all my authority! That bastard Zheng Yao even dares to gossip about me behind my back! Good, good!”

Murderous intent and fierce expression.

Jian Chou was completely stunned by the scene before her.

Yashan…

What kind of place was this exactly?

From what she heard, it seemed Master and this Yashan sect master named Zheng Yao didn’t have a good relationship.

But there was also a particularly strange feeling.

She was hesitating whether to step forward and mediate to prevent the master and disciple from fighting or causing trouble, when she suddenly heard a sound.

“Smack!”

Fudao Shanren slapped his forehead, and his furious expression immediately disappeared completely.

“Hey, damn bear, I almost got led into this grandson’s trap! How could I go find that bastard Zheng Yao? Once I go, he’ll dump the sect master position mess on me. Almost fell for it, fell for it! Fortunately, I’m wise and mighty…”

Saying this, he suddenly burst into laughter.

Qu Zhengfeng, beside him, immediately showed a disappointed expression.

Jian Chou was completely confused.

Watching Fudao Shanren laugh and walk forward, acting utterly arrogant, she finally couldn’t hold back and asked quietly: “Junior Brother Qu, what exactly is this about?”

Qu Zhengfeng looked ahead, then leaned toward Jian Chou and lowered his voice.

“Since you’ve just entered Yashan, you might not know—no one in our Yashan ever wants to be sect master. The sect master just hopes to dump this mess everywhere. Sigh, I thought Master would fall for it!”

Saying this, he shook his head with a weathered expression.

She roughly understood.

But…

It still felt like she was dreaming.

Jian Chou felt her brain was somewhat numb. After thinking for a while without understanding why, she simply gave up.

Qu Zhengfeng gestured: “Eldest senior sister, please.”

Past Zhaixing Platform, there was still a long path ahead, with the shadows of pavilions and terraces already visible.

Jian Chou nodded: “Thank you, Junior Brother Qu.”

She stepped forward, slowly catching up with Fudao Shanren.

Once past the Zhaixing Platform, the Yashan path shed its ferocious appearance.

The rough human figure reliefs on the cliff wall transformed into exquisite and brilliant pattern murals.

Auspicious clouds and immortal cranes, distant mountains and fierce beasts, long swords and ancient blades…

All before her eyes.

Different patterns were painted with different pigments, seemingly still fragrant.

Even the top of the stone path was painted with huge patterns—one design after another forming round groups, connected in rows, spread overhead.

The ground became smooth as a mirror, as if cut flat by a knife. Curved lines interwove together, with some spirit stones occasionally embedded at intersection points, looking like a Wanxiang Battle Disc.

From foot to overhead, everything was surprisingly beautiful, emanating a grand atmosphere.

Jian Chou was somewhat amazed for a moment, slowing her pace and walking while observing.

After advancing about a hundred more steps, Jian Chou was completely stunned.

Yashan’s back mountain finally appeared clearly before her eyes.

At this moment, she stood within the Yashan path carved into the mountainside. Looking outside, she could see a huge circular plaza, positioned about ten zhang lower than where the Yashan path was located.

Between the Yashan path and the plaza, east and west stone stairs connected them for people to go up and down.

She could faintly see many buildings constructed around the plaza, with a three-zhang wide spring pool in the center, and at the far end, a massive high platform seemingly suspended thirty zhang in the air.

“They came out!”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang out from below the Yashan path.

Jian Chou was absorbed in watching when she heard this voice, which didn’t sound like Qu Zhengfeng, whom she’d just met.

Looking down in surprise, she discovered that somehow, nearly a hundred people had gathered in the plaza directly facing the Yashan path, all looking up at her.

“It is a female disciple!”

The crowd immediately boiled over.

“Our Yashan’s hundred years of injustice can finally be cleansed! Who said our Yashan doesn’t produce female cultivators?! Stand up!”

“Punch Baiyue Valley, kick Wuwang Studio, defeat Jianzhu Sect—it’s within reach!”

“Bah! Don’t embarrass our Yashan. We’re not going to defeat them, we’re going to steal all their disciples!”

“Right, right, senior brother speaks correctly!”

…

At a glance, all male cultivators.

The atmosphere was enthusiastic.

Hearing the chaotic discussions below like a pot of porridge, Jian Chou stiffly turned her neck to look at Fudao Shanren, who was holding Da Bai’e and smiling.

“Master…”

What was going on?

Why was Yashan a bit different from what she’d imagined?

In the plaza below, all the Yashan disciples looked at Jian Chou like they were viewing a rare animal.

They had all received news this morning that Fudao Shanren would bring back a female disciple, so they all rushed out to watch the excitement. Originally, they all thought no female cultivator would be willing to join Yashan and assumed Fudao Shanren was just bragging.

Unexpectedly, looking now, it was a female disciple!

Many people became excited.

Fudao Shanren was beside himself with joy. After all, he hadn’t returned for three hundred years. Now returning and immediately making everyone look at him with new eyes felt fantastic!

He pretentiously walked forward, waved his hand, and coughed twice.

“Ahem, ahem!”

The entire plaza was quiet for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers!

“Almost didn’t recognize him—isn’t this Great Master Uncle!”

“Great Master Uncle has returned!”

“So moving! It looks like the sect master can spare our lives!”

“To see this in my lifetime…”

…

Listen to this—it’s getting more and more outrageous!

Fudao Shanren was practically livid, afraid these bastards would shout out something even more shocking.

He stole a glance at Jian Chou and saw her face seemed to have cracked open, frightening him into quickly raising his hand to press down and shouting at the top of his lungs: “It’s only been three hundred years and you can’t recognize me anymore?! Look at yourselves—what do you look like? Isn’t it just that I took in an eldest senior sister? Is this worth such excitement? Haven’t you seen female cultivators before?”

Everyone below heard Fudao Shanren’s scolding tone, but…

They felt wronged!

In the crowd, everyone looked at each other, and some bold troublemaker dared to mutter: “I haven’t seen female cultivators in my years at Yashan!”

“Hahaha…”

Below immediately burst into laughter.

Seeing Jian Chou’s expression, Fudao Shanren knew—

It was over.

He could only give up completely, pointing at Jian Chou: “Alright, alright, stop making noise! From today on, our Yashan is a sect with female disciples!”

Below immediately erupted in cheers.

Fudao Shanren paused and continued: “She is my newly accepted disciple, ranked first, named Jian Chou!”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone seemed to have agreed beforehand. They cupped their hands before their chests and bowed toward Jian Chou, standing on the Yashan path, their voices shaking the clouds.

“We pay respects to Master Uncle Jian Chou!”

Everyone seemed enthusiastic.

Jian Chou’s lips curved in a slight smile, about to return the courtesy, but in that instant, she was suddenly confused.

Jian Chou…

Master Uncle?!

She stood stunned for a long while, then angrily turned: “Master…”

“I’ll explain later!” Fudao Shanren quietly covered his face and lowered his voice, “Return the courtesy first!”

As he spoke, he quickly gave Jian Chou meaningful looks, indicating she should look below.

Below the Yashan path, everyone bowed down.

By now, the sky was gradually darkening, and the red glow from the west seemed to rise from underground, falling on everyone.

Jian Chou had the urge to rush over and pin down Fudao Shanren for a good beating.

But at the crucial moment, she could still maintain her composure quite well.

With her lips curved up three points, Jian Chou very politely bowed down: “Fellow senior and junior nephews, Jian Chou greets you.”

“Alright, alright, no need to be so polite, get up, get up!”

Knowing Jian Chou was uncomfortable, Fudao Shanren quickly waved his hand.

Only then did everyone gradually conclude their courtesies and stand up.

But they all stood in place, strangely, not leaving.

Jian Chou didn’t notice this scene. She turned back with a pure, kind smile, looking mildly at Fudao Shanren: “Master, it seems you have many things you haven’t told your disciple.”

“Ah, many? Are there? You’re talking nonsense again! How can you bully elderly people?” Fudao Shanren slapped his forehead, his eyes darting around frantically, “Ah, I suddenly remembered that the ginseng I planted at the foot of the mountain three hundred years ago should be ready now! No more talking, I need to go harvest it! Well, let your junior brothers introduce you to Yashan’s affairs!”

Saying this, he took off running while holding Da Bai’e, moving incredibly fast.

While running, he shouted: “Third, ah no, Fourth! The rest is up to you! Hurry up!”

When his voice landed, he had already become a blur and disappeared.

Jian Chou was stunned.

Before she could chase after him, she suddenly saw a snow-white figure, bathed in the ten thousand zhang rosy clouds of sunset, rising from below and gracefully landing before her.

The newcomer was handsome and elegant, standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a smile, bowing slightly to Jian Chou with perfect grace.

“Fourth disciple under Shanren, Shen Jiu, pays respects to Eldest Senior Sister Jian Chou.”

His voice was gentle and soothing, like the sound of flowing music.

Shen Jiu slowly straightened, looking directly at Jian Chou with great kindness, gazing at her almost affectionately: “I wonder, does eldest senior sister have a dao companion?”

Jian Chou: “…”

Are all cultivators in Shijiu Zhou this direct?!!

Before she could answer, the Yashan disciples who had been gathered below and hadn’t left immediately became indignant.

“Cheating!”

“Master Uncle Shen is so shameless!”

“Too much!”

“How can this be allowed?”

“Didn’t we agree that if we got a senior sister, we’d all pursue her together! He’s cheating!”