Chapter 83: My Younger Sister's Master Has Arrived

"Master, this is Longshe Shan."

Chen Churan was also startled by Longshe Shan's change; last time, it wasn't like this.

The change is huge; she hadn't been here long last time, yet it feels as if decades have passed—what has Longshe Shan undergone?

The concentration of spiritual Qi has risen considerably, and Longshe Shan gives her a sense that seems filled with a certain charm.

A wondrous charm; the longer she looks, the mountain seems to be growing taller.

Yes, that's the feeling; last time, Longshe Shan lacked this profound charm.

Elder Xinran was also startled; she hadn't expected a spiritual vein in such a barren place, and this vein is no ordinary fragment—it is gradually becoming whole, and within thirty years it will be fully formed, becoming a true spiritual vein.

Such a spiritual vein, surprisingly controlled by a small Chen Clan, yet unknown to anyone—this is very odd.

The importance of a spiritual vein is something many factions lack; the Spirit Sword Sect also established its sect on a spiritual vein. With several veins, those are the main sites of factions; those lacking status or cultivation cannot practice on these veins.

For a single person to occupy a spiritual vein is impossible; even with her status, she cannot. At most she could control a neighboring peak. The vein locations are the main grounds of factions; the closer a peak is to the vein, the richer the spiritual Qi, and the higher the status.

And before her, Longshe Shan, a modest peak, its spiritual vein is about to take shape—how could she not be amazed.

Although it's a small, lowest‑grade spiritual vein, it is still a vein; its importance is self‑evident.

"Spiritual vein—how can there be a vein here?"

"The mountain's vein was fragmented, but has been restored by great means. No wonder no one cared, nor kept an eye on it."

"With the Chen Clan's strength, possessing a complete spiritual vein is utterly impossible."

She knew a thing or two about this peak; around Longshe Cheng, a spiritual vein could not exist.

Because this place is barren, even the Great Qi Dynasty pays it no mind.

Moreover, this area serves as a combat buffer; the Yin Gui Sect, the Beast Clan, and various tangled peoples, sects, and forces gather here, each with their own ideas and aims.

Elder Xinran met many old acquaintances; they were not interested in Longshe Shan, but in... that thing.

Back then, Longshe Cheng was utterly destroyed because of its arrival.

A spiritual vein could not exist.

While shocked, Elder Xinran sized up the young man before her.

The smiling youth radiated a spring‑like warmth, a very warm smile.

Spiritual Sense scanning, yet found nothing.

It seemed this person had not yet birthed true Qi, merely a Body Refining realm youth.

That is quite problematic.

"Body Refining realm?"

"This boy suppressed Chu Ran and fought; how could he be only at Body Refining?"

Skipping Body Refining to suppress the True Qi realm is not unheard of, but in a place like this, it is impossible.

Those mysterious great‑family disciples can achieve this, but it certainly isn't Longshe Cheng.

Thus, the only remaining possibility is that this boy has hidden his cultivation.

Yet Elder Xinran stared for a long time and saw no trace of true Qi; this boy seems merged with Longshe Shan—Longshe Shan is him, he is Longshe Shan.

The feeling is strange and wondrous, but Elder Xinran is unwilling to believe it.

How could that be?

Unity of heaven and man—she too pursues it.

A lifetime, just one such chance, would be enough.

But she has never encountered it.

"Master, this is my second brother Chen Chuyang."

Younger sister Chen Churan introduced Chen Chuyang, winking at him to signal the second brother to be courteous and not be rude.

This concerns the second brother's future; if the master takes him as a disciple, his prospects would be limitless.

He wouldn't be despised by Shang Hongchen, thus avoiding a broken engagement and becoming a laughingstock of Longshe Cheng.

Chen Churan was also angry about this—not at Shang Hongchen, but at her own second brother.

The slacking second brother does nothing, makes no effort to cultivate, nor practices seriously, only dreaming of farming—does that help?

No matter how many spiritual medicines or fruits, they cannot change his uselessness.

In this world, strength reigns.

To earn others' respect, one must possess great power.

It wasn't until she was taught by her second brother that she realized he was quite different.

After assessing, Elder Xinran nodded satisfactorily: "I am Elder Xinran of the Spirit Sword Sect."

She reveals her identity.

Elder Xinran awaited Chen Chuyang's flattery; her status commands respect in any ordinary town.

Those people and families, to cling to her, would gladly become her lapdogs.

Although the Spirit Sword Sect is not as great as the Heavenly Heart Sect, it is still one of the major sects.

Many people crowd to get into a faction that is normally inaccessible; once inside, one's status and position rise dramatically, and cultivation can improve swiftly— even the weakest, after leaving the Spirit Sword Sect, can become the strongest in their family.

That is status; that is strength.

She waited and waited, but Chen Chuyang never flattered her.

The boy was actually daydreaming, staring blankly at her.

"Cough, cough."

Elder Xinran coughed; though she is very beautiful, she is not someone you can just stare at.

Chen Churan, seeing her brother's demeanor, feared the master's anger; her master is a famed great beauty of the Spirit Sword Sect, a celestial maiden with both power and wit, and the dream lover of countless members of the sect.

Even in the Great Qi Dynasty she is among the top beauties; were it not for the master's rather cold, sometimes volatile temperament—quick to draw a sword and kill—those who pursue her might be expelled from the Spirit Sword Sect to Longshe Cheng.

Although the master always kills people with his/her hands, those who admire her are still countless.

At least, within the Spirit Sword Sect, the number of people who admire the master is not less than three digits.

They dare not look directly at the master, but the second brother actually stares without restraint— isn't that courting death?

Angering the master, even Chen Churan cannot save the second brother.

"Second brother, hurry up and pay your respects."

"My master is one of the elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, and one of its top combat forces; this time I came, also for you, second brother."

"Second brother, don't look around; if you keep looking, something will happen."

"My master is really short-tempered."

Xinran Zhanglao did not see that kind of lewd contempt in Chen Chuyang's eyes; instead, she felt admiration.

Such a pure, innocent gaze made her laugh involuntarily.

This kid is the first man who dared to openly stare at her; the other men either glanced secretly or had ulterior motives, their minds filled with dirty thoughts— only this kid's gaze is different.

Exactly how, Xinran Zhanglao cannot explain.

Perhaps it was as if he were looking at some rare treasure; this kind of gaze, she had never encountered before.

The two stared straight at each other, each seeing a different surprise in the other's eyes.

"Greetings, Xinran Zhanglao." Chen Chuyang obediently paid his respects, not wanting to provoke such a Strong One.

The woman before him was extremely strong; she was the strongest person he had ever seen, without equal.

The rats of the Yin Gui Sect aren't even worthy to carry her shoes in her presence.

Such a Strong One has come for him; Chen Chuyang is somewhat worried— could it be that this woman discovered his tribulation?

"That shouldn't be; I left immediately after succeeding in my tribulation, so no one should have been able to discover me."