Chapter 2: I Am Lu Yaoyao, Greetings, Senior Brother Zhou

The Thirteen Peaks of Taiqingmen, with the main peak naturally being Shenyue Peak, where Sect Master Cao Zhengyang resides.

This peak towers into the heavens, majestic and imposing, with waterfalls cascading and springs flowing, surrounded by swirling five-colored auras, transcending the mundane.

Palaces stand upon it, their beams carved and painted in vibrant hues, with countless immortal birds and spiritual fowl flying and singing among them.

At this moment, before a grand hall, a man and a woman stood side by side.

The man had sword-like eyebrows and star-bright eyes, his posture upright; merely standing there, he resembled a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

His sharpness was unmatched by any!

This was none other than Li Daoxuan, the senior disciple of Shenyue Peak.

Beside him stood a young girl in a yellow dress, with an oval face, skin like congealed fat, bright eyes and white teeth, a slender figure, her black hair cascading like a waterfall down to her willow-thin waist.

She looked exceptionally graceful, with a small deer-skin pouch and a string of golden bells hanging at her waist, appearing poised, lively, and adorable.

This was Lu Yaoyao, the newly admitted sixth disciple of Sect Master Cao Zhengyang of Taiqingmen.

Such a beautiful junior sister made even Li Daoxuan, standing beside her, sneak glances again and again, his heart overflowing with gratitude toward his master.

After all these years, you’ve finally done something right.

Everyone else has senior sisters or junior sisters, yet you’ve only ever brought me junior brothers—and none of them were easy to manage.

So you’ve been quietly holding back a big one.

I like it!

“Junior sister, don’t be nervous—they’re all your own uncles and aunts. You’ll grow familiar soon enough!”

Seeing Lu Yaoyao constantly gazing toward the horizon, her eyes filled with nervous anticipation, Li Daoxuan couldn’t help but whisper words of comfort.

To secure the duty of greeting her, his five brothers had fought fiercely—and in the end, he had barely edged them out.

“To eliminate me, you all teamed up to cheat—I know exactly what kind of scoundrels you are!”

Li Daoxuan internally chuckled.

At Li Daoxuan’s reassurance, Lu Yaoyao turned and smiled faintly.

That smile was fresh and pure, like the first breeze of morning over the mountain, gently brushing against his heart.

It sent ripples through Li Daoxuan’s soul, as if he had been transported back to his youthful, naive days—the first flutter of his heart upon meeting the one who stirred his feelings.

He was left utterly stunned.

Lu Yaoyao asked: “Senior brother, will all the uncles be arriving from over there?”

Regaining his composure, Li Daoxuan’s cheeks flushed slightly as he quickly nodded: “Yes, they should be arriving soon. Don’t worry—I’ll be right beside you and will introduce them to you.”

“Oh, by the way, Senior Brother, do you know Zhou Qing?” Lu Yaoyao suddenly asked.

Li Daoxuan froze, puzzled: “Junior sister, you know Zhou Qing?”

Hearing Li Daoxuan’s words, Lu Yaoyao’s eyes instantly brightened, even trembling with excitement.

“I—I’ve only heard of him. So he’s already in Taiqingmen now?” Lu Yaoyao murmured softly.

Li Daoxuan seemed to understand something, and smiled.

Of course—he and his third brother Yan Xiaohu had once sneaked to spy on several elderly Supreme Elders bathing, a story known to all, and they’d been mocked for years.

Though everyone knew the Supreme Elders had deliberately allowed it—after all, at their age, what couldn’t they sense?

Still, being spied upon by two lustful youths was proof they still possessed charm, wasn’t it?

Li Daoxuan reluctantly educated the new junior sister: “Zhou Qing is a disciple of Mo Xingjian of Xiao Ling Peak, fourth in line. Above him are two senior brothers and one senior sister. His cultivation talent is decent—I’ve heard he’s already at Qi Condensation Seventh Layer.”

Lu Yaoyao listened intently, occasionally smiling with her eyes crinkled into crescent moons.

“Then, Senior Brother, what do you think of Zhou Qing?”

After his introduction, Lu Yaoyao couldn’t help but ask.

Li Daoxuan grew increasingly suspicious—was this junior sister overly interested in Zhou Qing?

Probably because that fellow had a notorious reputation, sparking her curiosity—after all, they’d never even met.

He paused, then said: “Hard to judge. I’ve barely interacted with him—less than three meetings total. But this morning I heard a rumor: last night he sneaked to spy on a group of female disciples bathing…”

Li Daoxuan told her the latest gossip.

Lu Yaoyao’s eyes widened in disbelief, then suddenly softened into admiration.

“He actually did that? I never expected it—but at his age, with his blood boiling, it’s understandable.”

Though she spoke this way, she looked thrilled—as if she’d uncovered some secret scandal.

Seeing her interest in such matters, Li Daoxuan continued: “I heard he was taken to the Discipline Hall last night—I wonder if he’s been released yet. This incident actually has roots: years ago, he and his senior brother sneaked to spy on…”

Li Daoxuan suddenly spotted something and straightened his posture.

Lu Yaoyao, still curious, could only sigh and wait to investigate privately.

In the distant sky, several figures flew toward them on swords. The lead elder, with white hair, sat atop a golden gourd, radiating silent authority.

Li Daoxuan whispered quickly: “This is Gao Xuan of Jinyang Peak. The others are his direct disciples—from left to right: Kong Yu, Du Kui, Luo Xue…”

Time passed slowly; now Lu Yaoyao furrowed her brows, memorizing the uncles and senior siblings she’d met to avoid awkward mistakes next time.

Li Daoxuan, meanwhile, kept arranging the gifts he’d received, muttering in amazement: “Times really have changed.”

How many years have passed? Gifts have grown more and more valuable. Recalling his own early days as a disciple, his offerings seemed pitifully meager in comparison.

“Junior sister, watch out—Xiao Ling Peak’s party is arriving!”

At that moment, Li Daoxuan urgently warned.

Lu Yaoyao’s heart leapt, and she immediately gazed toward the sky.

In the distance, a radiant, shimmering Bagua Disc flew swiftly toward them, carrying three figures.

The lead middle-aged man’s robes fluttered in the wind, his long hair dancing, exuding sacred dignity.

Beside him stood two young men, each holding a gift box.

The man on the left had a round face and small eyes, a sly grin, stretching his neck to stare curiously at her.

The man on the right… so young, so adorable!

Beside her, Li Daoxuan quickly said: “This is Mo Xingjian of Xiao Ling Peak. The one on the left is his third disciple, Yan Xiaohu. The one on the right… he’s actually out of the Discipline Hall already. Junior sister, this is Zhou Qing.”

As Li Daoxuan finished his whispered introduction, the three landed before them.

“Greetings, Master Mo!” Li Daoxuan bowed quickly.

Mo Xingjian nodded slightly, instantly recognizing the girl before him as the newly admitted sixth disciple of the Sect Master… no, the little sixth.

Very good, very pleasing to the eye.

He was about to praise her when he noticed her standing frozen in place.

Following her gaze, he frowned in confusion.

At the same time, Zhou Qing was gazing at Lu Yaoyao with admiration.

He hadn’t expected the Sect Master’s new disciple to be this beautiful—truly stunning.

The moment he saw her, his heart inexplicably trembled.

Wait—

Zhou Qing suddenly realized something and instinctively turned to look behind him.

No one was there.

Is she staring at me?

Am I really that handsome?

This damn charm—could this girl have fallen for me at first sight?

Zhou Qing suddenly felt a surge of smug satisfaction.

Usually, it’s men who fall for women at first sight—why does it happen to me in reverse?

Still, this feeling is quite nice!

Yan Xiaohu blinked his swollen little eyes, glancing between his bashful junior brother and Lu Yaoyao, whose gaze was openly fixed on him, feeling his worldview severely shaken.

What the hell? This is too melodramatic!

I’m standing right here—handsome, elegant, tall, and imposing—and you won’t even glance my way?

“Junior sister—”

Sensing the sudden silence, Li Daoxuan gently tugged at Lu Yaoyao’s sleeve.

Snapping out of her daze, Lu Yaoyao flustered and bowed deeply.

“Disciple Lu Yaoyao, greetings, Master Mo, greetings, Senior Brother Yan, greetings, Senior Brother Zhou!”

So her name is Lu Yaoyao.

What an adorable name.

Mo Xingjian nodded slightly, then cleared his throat as a reminder. Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu quickly presented their gifts.

“Thank you, Master!” Lu Yaoyao expressed her gratitude again.

Li Daoxuan said: “Master, all others have arrived. Please enter inside.”

Mo Xingjian then stepped forward with the two youths.

Yan Xiaohu nudged Zhou Qing subtly, signaling him to look back.

Zhou Qing turned and met Lu Yaoyao’s complex gaze once more, sighing deeply.

“This uncontainable charm of mine!”

Yan Xiaohu kicked him in the buttocks and said: “Go ahead and boast—but I’ll give you a friendly warning: beauty brings disaster. This junior sister is so pure and beautiful, countless others will chase after her. With your Qi Condensation Seventh Layer, you’re not even in the running.”

Zhou Qing scoffed, but knew his third brother spoke truth: “Got it. I’m not stupid.”

Then the three entered the hall.

He hadn’t expected Xiao Ling Peak to be the last to arrive—only upon entering did he realize all the peak masters had already taken their seats above, chatting merrily among themselves.

Below, the core disciples stood to one side, whispering among themselves.

Seeing their master approach with a smiling greeting, Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu bowed to the senior uncles, then joined the crowd, exchanging warm nods.

Seeing Third Senior Brother engaged in conversation with a friend, Zhou Qing subtly stepped back until he reached the corner, exhaling softly.

Generally, the more thrilling and chaotic the group setting, the longer one remains unnoticed, the greater the chance of gaining an ignore point.

Though this isn’t thrilling, it’s solemn enough—if I hide deep enough and lower my presence, I should get one too.

But no matter which, it still takes time.

“Zhou younger brother, I heard you pulled off something big last night. Though it’s typical male behavior, as core disciples we must still mind our reputation.”

Just as Zhou Qing leaned against a pillar in the corner, a man approached, his expression stern.

Zhou Qing cursed inwardly “annoying,” then gave up on explaining and said, “Senior Brother Liu is right.”

The man called Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth to say more, but Zhou Qing immediately glanced around and said, “Oh no, Senior Brother Liu, you go ahead—I need to find my Third Senior Brother.”

Saying this, he hurried off.

“Dog chasing rats—meddling in what’s none of your business. My own senior brother hasn’t scolded me; who the hell are you from Yunmeng Peak to interfere so much?”

Zhou Qing grumbled inwardly and found another spot to stand.

He hadn’t been there long when two senior sisters kept glancing back at him, their eyes filled with disdain, whispering to each other.

Zhou Qing was speechless.

These core disciples’ cultivation levels were too high—Level 1’s talent skill [Lower Presence] had no effect on them.

Zhou Qing looked around again and moved to another spot.

After trying several places likely to be overlooked, he finally went unnoticed.

Soon after, the Sect Master Cao Zhengyang stepped out, and everyone bowed respectfully.

[Ignore Point +1]

Almost simultaneously, the familiar voice echoed in Zhou Qing’s mind, instantly lifting his spirits.

This might work!

(End of Chapter)