Chapter 634: It Really Is a Cheat Code!

The next morning.

The distant sky was gloomy, a drifting veil of mist rendering the entire Jianzong Sect hazy.

At the Jianzong Shanmen, cold wind howled, carrying a bone-chilling chill.

“Mmm… ah~”

Chi Jiu Yu yawned, stretched lazily, then turned her head toward Zhao Ruohan.

“You’ve got nothing to do back home anyway—why not stay a couple more days?”

“No.” Zhao Ruohan shook her head. “The spiritual plant seeds Master Jianzu gave me align perfectly with my innate spiritual ability—I need to return and study them quickly.”

Chiyao Yanyang Tree…

After discovering the high compatibility between the seed and her innate ability, she had checked the Spiritual Network last night and messaged Ye Zhiwei.

Both yielded nothing.

She had considered asking her mother and father, but decided against disturbing them so late.

“What? You still think you can surpass me?” Chi Jiu Yu chuckled.

Little Zhao really never gives up.

“Once I grow this Chiyao Yanyang Tree, I’ll definitely block your sword strike.” Zhao Ruohan said seriously.

Chi Jiu Yu snorted: “By the time you grow that tree, my sword strike won’t be just like yesterday’s.”

Her Xuanzhu Guo Tree had been nurtured for so long and still looked the same.

Honestly, her auntie was ridiculous—seeing Little Zhao couldn’t beat her, she just outright gave her a cheat…

As the number one prodigy of all realms, the youngest Soul Transformation since ancient times, her pressure is enormous, okay!

“Enough—let’s drop this.”

Even though Little Zhao constantly defies her superiors and tries to defeat the number one prodigy of all realms…

Outside of that, they still get along quite well!

“Come visit Jianzong again sometime.”

“Mm.”

One defeat doesn’t mean anything.

She wouldn’t abandon her desire to challenge Chi Jiu Yu.

“You’re welcome to come find me at Taishang Daozong.”

“I will, I will!”

Then Zhao Ruohan turned to leave.

“Wait!”

“Hmm?”

“Almost forgot.” Chi Jiu Yu pulled out an exquisitely carved cold jade lunch box. “Could you please deliver this to Sister Yang Shuang of the Fu Jian Line?”

Zhao Ruohan paused, glanced at the jade box she was handed, and felt a strange unease.

She had long suspected something odd about this.

Chi Jiu Yu called her “Little Zhao,” called Ye Zhiwei “Little Ye,” yet insisted on addressing Yang Shuang of the Fu Jian Line as “Sister.”

“Why do you call her that?”

“What do you mean, why?” Chi Jiu Yu looked baffled.

What’s Little Zhao asking?

“By your usual habit, shouldn’t you call her ‘Little Yang’?”

“Huh?” Chi Jiu Yu scratched her head. “Didn’t she take good care of me during our time studying at Taishang Daozong?”

More importantly, she could clearly sense that Sister Yang Shuang was one tier more “mature” than her.

Here, “mature” meant not just age, but psychological depth too.

In plain terms, she felt Sister Yang Shuang was older than her…

Cough!

For instance, there were plenty of such people in Jianzong.

Though their seniority was lower than hers, their old-fashioned demeanor made her feel awkward calling them by name.

She usually just addressed them by their titles.

The bluish-gold sword: “…”

“Old-fashioned” isn’t used like that.

Whatever—there are people here now; I’ll remind her later.

Zhao Ruohan thought for a moment, then said seriously:

“I’ve taken good care of you too.”

“Pfft—who cares about that?” Chi Jiu Yu waved her hand dismissively. “You’re not seriously asking me to call you ‘Sister,’ are you?”

“It’s not impossible.”

“You’re dreaming!”

Zhao Ruohan: “…”

Chi Jiu Yu never said anything nice.

She reached out and took the jade box.

Inside were fish fillets and precious spiritual materials previously generously provided by Xu Xing.

The jade box itself was valuable, but compared to its contents, it was nothing.

“Then I’m off.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Then Zhao Ruohan shot upward as a streak of light, heading toward the opposite teleportation array.

Chi Jiu Yu watched her go until she vanished from sight, then yawned and floated lazily back to her cave on her sword.

…

…

Evening fell, the sun sinking westward.

After multiple long-distance teleportation arrays, Zhao Ruohan successfully returned to Taishang Daozong.

But she didn’t head straight to her cave.

Instead, she first went to Kongtian Island, home of the Fu Jian Line, to deliver Chi Jiu Yu’s gift to Yang Shuang.

But as soon as she stepped onto the island…

“Oh!”

The scenery shifted abruptly—when her vision cleared again, she found herself inside a small pavilion beside the island’s central plaza.

Hong Qianqian sat inside, brush in hand, a freshly completed talisman resting on the table before her.

Quyin Talisman—one of the most basic talismans.

It dispels weak wandering spirits and removes yin energy clinging to a cultivator’s body.

Nowadays, it’s only used in low-end amusement park haunted houses, since setting up a dedicated array is too costly, while quyin talismans are cheap and effective.

Lower-level cultivators carry them when visiting haunted houses to protect visitors from the demonic yin energy within.

“Why come to me right after returning?” Hong Qianqian put down her brush. “You got me a gift?”

“…I do have a gift, but it’s not for you, Qianqian-jie.” Zhao Ruohan paused, then explained. “Chi Jiu Yu asked me to deliver it to Yang Shuang.”

She pulled out the jade box.

“Yang Shuang?”

Hong Qianqian waved her hand—the jade box floated gently from Zhao Ruohan’s grasp and landed in hers.

“That’s unlucky—the little girl you’re talking about is still in seclusion.”

As the founder of Taishang Daozong’s Fu Jian Line, she remembered every member of her lineage.

So as soon as Zhao Ruohan mentioned it, she knew exactly who she meant.

“Leave it with me—I’ll give it to her when she emerges.”

As she spoke, she glanced inside the jade box.

That one glance made her raise an eyebrow.

“High-grade materials! Jiu Yu really went all out this time.”

These levels of spiritual materials…

Some of them were surely courtesy gifts from the Sword Sovereign or Jianzu.

“Then thank you, Qianqian-jie.”

“No trouble at all.” Hong Qianqian leaned back. “You went to Jianzong to spar with Jiu Yu—how’d it go?”

“I lost.”

“How long did it take her to win?”

“One sword.”

“Huh?! That can’t be right!”

Losing wasn’t surprising—but losing in one sword…

Unless Jiu Yu cheated!

“It really was one sword.”