Chapter 118: Unscrupulous Fellow Countryman

Chi Jiuyu directly led Zhang Yunlu into the third floor of the cafeteria—the core area housing a hundred-story tower.

Even she rarely came here to spend, as it was simply too expensive…

But today was different; the million contribution points her Master promised had already been credited, and she was now a wealthy fish.

Yet according to her Master’s words, these were expenses for their mission, so any leftover would likely be reclaimed after mission completion.

Then why not enjoy them now?

Thus, after over an hour, Chi Jiuyu emerged from the cafeteria again, her belly swollen to fullness.

“Phew! Full, full!” She’d finally eaten her fill. “Little Yunlu, I won’t be accompanying you to the Starry Sky Simulation Arena next.”

She was about to depart for the stars and needed to return to replenish her starship’s energy and replace its modules.

I’ll just charge it to energy consumption and get my Master to reimburse me!

“Mm.” Zhang Yunlu gave a slight nod.

Since she’d be heading to the Starry Sky Simulation Arena afterward, she hadn’t eaten much.

“Let’s go.”

Chi Jiuyu leapt lightly, her entire body transforming into a blade of light that shot skyward.

Only after the blade of light vanished from sight did Zhang Yunlu summon a flying shuttle and step inside.

Without Chi Jiuyu’s supervision, a novice like her couldn’t ride a sword alone—she’d need to practice at a dedicated training ground.

The Starry Sky Simulation Arena happened to be one such place.

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Shortly after the two departed, three figures arrived near the cafeteria.

Tourists and Yu Jianzong disciples passed by, yet none so much as glanced at them—as if they were invisible—these were Xu Xing and his companions.

Yuanjun looked up toward the direction Zhang Yunlu had left.

A mere Creation Foundation Establishment cultivator, close to the Sword Sovereign’s disciple, and her understanding of the Dao was unusually peculiar…

“It seems you intend to take her as your disciple?”

“Indeed.”

“She’s even learned the Purple Constellation Observing Qi Method.”

It appears the Dao-Union disciple within the sect who fell into a mental demon once also wanted to make her his heir.

In a way, he’d essentially competed with the Sword Sovereign for a disciple? That’s rather amusing.

“May I give her a gift, then?”

Bie Xuening cast her a cool glance: “Do as you please.”

Yuanjun smiled faintly: “Since she’s already mastered the Purple Constellation Observing Qi Method, I’ll give her a suitable companion technique.”

A wisp of spiritual light drifted out and vanished swiftly into the horizon.

What she sent was no profound or extraordinary method—merely another concealment technique from the lineage of Purple Huan True Lord.

With the foundation of the Purple Constellation Observing Qi Method, she’d learn it more easily.

Because it involved the Sword Sovereign, she couldn’t divine what the girl would do next, but she could see this concealment method was the most fitting for her.

“You never showed such generosity toward Lingzu’s disciple or Yuan either.”

“That matter involved Huo. In most cases, I still avoid meddling in other Dao companions’ calculations.”

This is merely a casual act.

The two are incomparable.

“By the way.” Xu Xing spoke up. “What became of Lingzu’s disciple who followed Yuan after his disappearance?”

“Lingzu’s disciple.” Yuanjun paused. “She did not vanish with Yuan.”

The Alliance of Righteous Paths was founded under Yuan’s leadership; as the direct disciple of the Lingyin Abbey’s founder, her identity was inherently sensitive. The major righteous sects didn’t want their own domains swallowed by the Immortal Sects without warning.

Thus, during the early days of the Alliance’s formation, to avoid suspicion, Lingzu’s disciple returned to Lingyin Abbey.

Only after the Alliance stabilized and the world’s transformation bore initial results did Yuan go to Lingyin Abbey to meet her. At the time, all believed the two would become Dao partners.

After all, Yuan’s cultivation had reached an utterly terrifying level—he stood a chance of becoming a supreme existence, fully worthy of such a union.

Yet no one expected that after his final visit to Lingyin Abbey, he vanished without warning.

And the theory of “Immortal Sects Murdering the Holy Emperor” was first proposed at that time.

“Over forty years ago, while traveling through Qingxu, I encountered her again. She seemed to be searching for traces of Yuan.” Yuanjun continued.

“Doesn’t she even know where Yuan went?”

“From her behavior, she likely knows something—but exactly where Yuan went, she probably doesn’t truly know.”

“What is Lingzu’s stance on this?” Xu Xing asked again.

“Lingzu has taken no position.” Yuanjun sighed. “And when I was in Qingxu, I asked the girl whether she needed help.”

After all, Lingzu’s disciple was a genuinely decent person, and she was willing to lend aid.

“Even you, Yuanjun, couldn’t find Yuan?”

If Yuanjun’s Dao could not locate someone, that person was nearly impossible to hide from.

“No. She refused my help.” Yuanjun felt a pang of emotion. “She likely fears my interference might bring trouble to Yuan.”

Truly, she loved him deeply.

“Hmm…”

In that case, this fellow traveler from another world seems rather unscrupulous.

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Starry Sky Simulation Arena.

Nestled among mountains, it was built by flattening several great peaks, its area slightly larger than the cafeteria.

Rows of pure white semi-circular buildings stood neatly aligned, shrouded in mist, resembling giant steamed buns stacked in a steamer, obscuring the distant view.

Once inside, one could immediately see its layout.

Payment area, rest area, and Starry Sky Simulation Arena.

Behind the payment counter stood two Yu Jianzong disciples in pure white uniforms, both at Foundation Establishment.

In the rest area, three other Foundation Establishment disciples chatted, their brooms and cleaning tools beside them—though these tasks could easily be handled by magic tools.

But doing so would leave many low-rank Yu Jianzong disciples without work or income, so the tasks were simply issued as official assignments.

Such tasks were typical for Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples.

Zhang Yunlu approached the payment counter and, following the two fellow disciples’ instructions, swiped her identity jade tablet across a device.

Beep!

In a crisp alert tone, her contribution points instantly vanished—twelve hundred points.

The Starry Sky Simulation Arena charged by time: ten contribution points per minute. Zhang Yunlu purchased two hours.

“Sister, your purchased duration is two hours, one hundred and twenty minutes. Timing will begin once you enter the Starry Sky Simulation Arena,” said the disciple behind the counter with a smile.

Zhang Yunlu, though newly promoted, had already climbed to third place on the Foundation Establishment leaderboard—calling her “sister” was perfectly reasonable.

To address her as “younger sister” would be outright impertinent.

“Sister, please enter from the left. I’ll activate the simulation device for you.”

“Thank you.”

Zhang Yunlu gave a slight nod, then stepped through the left-hand door into the Starry Sky Simulation Arena.

Inside, it was a vast, pure white space, blindingly bright.

The floor, made of some unknown material, felt soft beneath her feet.

‘I still sense nothing unusual.’

Her eyes shimmered with purple qi as she softly recited the method that had suddenly appeared in her mind: “Purple Qi Concealment and Spirit Hiding Method.”

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