Chapter 37: Chat Log Contents

They're not just on good terms—they're coveting our Xiang Jianzong's position, Chi Jiuyu muttered inwardly.

Among the Xian Sects, the Xiang Jianzong is number one.

This is a universally acknowledged fact in the Xuan Realm.

Whether in combat strength at the same realm or the number of cultivators in higher realms, the Xiang Jianzong far surpasses all other Xian Sects.

Next is the Hehuan Sect; since its rehabilitation, its influence has continuously expanded. Though it once suffered devastating blows, it quickly recovered its vitality.

Now it is the second-largest Xian Sect, second only to the Xiang Jianzong—one can only say the power of lsp is truly unimaginable.

Yet due to the cultivator hierarchy of disdain, people always exclude it when evaluating the strength of Xian Sects.

Then comes the Taishang Dao Sect, the former ten-thousand-year number two, the dreamland for spell cultivators, whose Scripture Hall nearly encompasses all magical arts and divine techniques in the Xuan Realm.

It has countless talented individuals; even the spiritual network now covering the entire Central Continent was developed by the Taishang Dao Sect.

This era truly suits the Taishang Dao Sect's development—it's no wonder some of its cultivators are starting to harbor ambitions.

But in reality… none of this matters much.

"Alright, take her to rest for a while, then go attend to your duties."

Hearing Xu Xing say this, Chi Jiuyu nearly thought her secret restoration of the chat logs had been discovered.

She observed for a moment and saw that after speaking those words, her uncle was gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

Huh? Chi Jiuyu followed Xu Xing's gaze—but saw nothing.

She scratched her head.

She hoisted Zhang Yunlu onto her shoulder, grabbed the book *Ziyuan Guan Qi Fa* from the table, and walked inside.

At the same time, she felt her previously suppressed magic power and physical attributes rapidly recovering.

She hurried into the living room, placed Zhang Yunlu on the sofa, and casually tossed the *Ziyuan Guan Qi Fa* onto the coffee table beside her.

After finishing this, Chi Jiuyu sprinted up to the second floor and into her bedroom.

Bang! She slammed and locked the door.

Then she flung herself onto the bed, pulled out her phone, found the little yellow duck holding a sword in the chat interface, and opened it.

Sure enough, the deleted chat logs had been restored—and stopped precisely at her master's last reply.

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"/Dripping Blood Cleaver"

"/Red Hot Little Duck"

Her master's emoji collection is incredibly rich. Below that came her uncle's messages.

"It's me, Sister."

"Brother!"

Even through the screen, Chi Jiuyu could feel her master's excitement.

"Wait! Jiuyu, are you impersonating your aunt?!"

Oh right!

Chi Jiuyu was filled with regret—why hadn't she thought of this earlier!

"It's really me. Your disciple is right beside me now. She told me to tell you it was just a joke—don't take it to heart."

A photo: she was staring at the arena.

When was this taken? She hadn't noticed at all…

"It really is Brother! When are you coming back? /Little Duck Holding Heart"

Chi Jiuyu: "..."

Is this really my master? And what about the explanation your aunt gave me? You just ignored it?! "It's not quite the right time yet, but it won't be long."

"Then let Jiuyu stay with you. She's a bit scatterbrained normally, but she's sharp when it matters."

"Alright, Sister, please help me gather information on Shenghuang Yuan. I'm very interested in this person."

"Of course! But our sect's records on him aren't detailed—I'll go to Ling Yin Fang later."

"Ling Yin Fang?"

"When Yuan first appeared before the world, a junior from Ling Yin Fang accompanied him—the two were very close."

"Then I'll go there myself when I return."

"Alright."

The two exchanged questions and answers; apart from the beginning, the conversation between her master and aunt was perfectly normal. The next message came from her master again.

"Did you gain anything from this retreat?"

"Progress has been excellent—you should've both felt it."

Both?

Who does this "both" refer to?

Then came a voice message from her master.

"Indeed, the moment you emerged from your seclusion, we sensed the shift in the Xuan Realm. 'Huò' couldn't sit still and has already gone to you."

The voice was cold and ethereal—hard to imagine its owner's favorite emojis were a set of cute little yellow ducks.

Chi Jiuyu was used to it and didn't find it strange; she was more focused on another matter.

Huò?

Huo? Huo? Huo? Who is this? That was the last message—the one where her master told her aunt to delete the chat logs.

…………

In the evening, Zhang Yunlu woke up, exchanged a few words with Xu Xing, and prepared to leave.

Chi Jiuyu was just about to go out for food, so she decided to accompany her home.

"After establishing the Foundation, aren't you supposed to stop eating food?" Zhang Yunlu asked, puzzled.

"Only an idiot stops eating. If you live your whole life without eating, what kind of person are you?"

"Bring me back a portion too," came Xu Xing's voice from behind.

"Look, look! Even such a powerful cultivator as Uncle Shu Zu still eats meals."

As they spoke, Chi Jiuyu pulled Zhang Yunlu toward the exit.

"You're a local—don't you know what specialty dishes Xuanjian City has?"

"... I know a place that makes duck blood vermicelli soup really well."

Before meeting Chi Jiuyu, she had always assumed Chi Jiuyu was one of those ascetic cultivators, serious and humorless.

But now that she'd actually met her... it didn't seem to be the case at all? "Then let's go—I'll ride, you point the way."

"Alright."

Zhang Yunlu felt a flicker of anticipation.

What kind of vehicle would a legend like Chi Jiuyu drive?

………

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Yunlu sat dazed in the back compartment of a human-powered tricycle.

To be honest, she was utterly stunned when Chi Jiuyu pulled out this tricycle.

But since it was already out, she couldn't very well refuse face.

Throughout the journey, she kept silently convincing herself.

She was riding in a tricycle pedaled by a legend of the younger generation—many people would kill to get a seat.

"It's right up ahead, right!"

With a slick brake drift, the tricycle came to a perfect stop in front of a crowded roadside eatery—no one knew how she'd managed that maneuver with a human-powered tricycle.

There were so many people that benches and tables lined the entrance.

Because of Chi Jiuyu's dramatic entrance, every eye turned toward them.

Zhang Yunlu: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o"

All the remaining admiration and idealized fantasies shattered completely in this moment.

"Oh wow, it's packed!"

Chi Jiuyu scanned the area for an empty table, while Zhang Yunlu mechanically stepped down from the back compartment.

"Hey, why so glum? You're the third person ever to ride in my tricycle—after Master and Uncle Shu Zu!"

"..."

Should I be happier about that? But Chi Jiuyu didn't mention that she'd been whipped by Master for it.

In the corner, Li Fengping stared, dumbfounded, at the two sudden arrivals, so shocked he dropped his spoon.

"L-Little Uncle Shu Zu?!"

Please collect, please follow!! (End of Chapter)