Chapter 37: Chat Log Contents

They’re not just on good terms—they’re coveting our Sword Sect’s position, Chi Jiuyu muttered inwardly.

Among the Immortal Sects, the Sword Sect stands first.

This is a universally acknowledged truth in the Taixuan Realm.

Whether in combat power at the same realm or the number of cultivators in higher realms, the Sword Sect far surpasses all other Immortal Sects.

Next comes the Joyful Sect; since its rehabilitation, its influence has continuously expanded. Though once severely damaged, it recovered its vitality quickly.

Now it is the second-largest Immortal Sect, second only to the Sword Sect—one can only say the power of LSPs is truly unimaginable.

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

Then comes the Supreme Dao Sect, the eternal number two for ten thousand years, the dreamland for spell cultivators, whose Scripture Hall nearly encompasses all magical arts and divine techniques in the Taixuan Realm.

Countless talented individuals dwell within, and even the spiritual network now covering the entire Central Continent was developed by the Supreme Dao Sect.

This era truly suits the Supreme Dao Sect’s development—no wonder some of its cultivators are beginning 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 her uncle, after speaking those words, gazed into the distance, as if lost in thought.

Huh? Chi Jiuyu followed Xu Xing’s line of sight—but saw nothing.

She scratched her head.

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

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

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

After finishing this, Chi Jiuyu sprinted up 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.

She scrolled down.

“/Dripping Blood Knife”

“/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, she could feel her master’s excitement.

“Wait! Jiuyu, are you impersonating your uncle?!”

Oh right!

Chi Jiuyu regretted it bitterly—why hadn’t she thought of doing 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 appeared: 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 uncle 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 Lingyin Fang afterward.”

“Lingyin Fang?”

“When Yuan first appeared before the world, a junior from Lingyin Fang followed him. They were very close.”

“Then I’ll go there myself when I return.”

“Alright.”

The two exchanged questions and answers. Aside from the beginning, the conversation between her master and uncle was perfectly normal. The next message came from her master.

“Did you gain anything from this retreat?”

“Progress is excellent—you should’ve felt it too.”

You?

Who does this “you” include?

Then came a voice message from her master.

“Indeed, the moment you emerged from your seclusion, we sensed the change in the Taixuan Realm. ‘Huo’ couldn’t sit still—he’s already gone to you.”

The voice was cold and ethereal; it was 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.

Huo?

Disaster? Huo? Gain? Who is this? The final message was her master ordering her uncle to delete the chat logs.

…………

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

Chi Jiuyu was just about to go out for food, so she offered to escort her back.

“After Foundation Establishment, aren’t you supposed to practice Grain Grain Bigu?” Zhang Yunlu asked, puzzled.

“Only an idiot practices Grain Grain Bigu. If you live your whole life without eating, are you even human?”

“Bring me back some too,” came Xu Xing’s voice from behind.

“See? Even your uncle, such a powerful cultivator, still eats!”

As she spoke, Chi Jiuyu pulled Zhang Yunlu toward the door.

“You’re a local—what are the specialty dishes in Xuanjian City?”

“...I know a place with excellent duck blood vermicelli soup.”

Before meeting Chi Jiuyu, she had always assumed Chi Jiuyu was a serious, humorless cultivator devoted solely to cultivation.

But now that she’d met her… it didn’t seem to be the case at all? “Then let’s go—I’ll ride, you direct.”

“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 of a human-powered tricycle.

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

But since it was already out, she couldn’t refuse face.

Throughout the ride, she kept convincing herself.

She was riding in a tricycle pedaled by a legend of the younger generation—many would kill to have this chance.

“It’s right up ahead, right?”

With a stylish brake drift, the tricycle stopped smoothly in front of a crowded roadside eatery—no one knew how she’d managed that with a human-powered tricycle.

Too many people meant tables and chairs lined the entrance.

Due to Chi Jiuyu’s dramatic entrance, everyone turned to stare.

Zhang Yunlu: “o((⊙﹏⊙))o”

All her remaining admiration and idealized fantasies shattered completely.

“Wow, it’s packed!”

Chi Jiuyu scanned the area for an empty seat. Zhang Yunlu walked numbly out of the back.

“Hey, why so glum? You’re the third person to ride my tricycle—after my master and uncle!”

“...”

Should I be happier then? But Chi Jiuyu didn’t mention that she’d been whipped by her master for this very thing.

In the corner, Li Feng stared blankly at the sudden arrival of the two, stunned so badly he dropped his spoon.

“L-Little Master Ancestor?!”

Please collect, please follow! (End of Chapter)