Chapter 47: Spirit Turtle Fluid Coated on the Jade Pendant

The Five Sects have always been of one blood, so when the Mystic You Immortal requested our aid in searching, the Sect Master agreed: since the missing person vanished after attending our Treasure Exchange Gathering, it is only right that we lend a hand.

“You two will lead the search team from Little Spirit Peak,” Mo Xingjian said, pulling out a map and pointing to a red circle marked in cinnabar.

“This is the area you must search; the rest is assigned to other peaks. Remember, take it easy—just go through the motions. If I’m right, the disappearance of so many Qingyu Immortal Sect disciples likely involves those Jijia .”

Mo Xingjian repeated his warnings, his face heavy with concern.

Zhou Qing and Yan Xiao knew exactly who their master meant.

“Choose a few trustworthy people to go with you. Remember, this matter is critical—if danger arises, prioritize your own safety. Do not be reckless.”

Mo Xingjian looked at these two troublesome disciples and felt a mix of emotions.

The eldest is meticulous, powerful, and decisive—but still in seclusion.

The second follows the path of survival, cultivating in silence, and hasn’t returned since leaving.

He never worried when either of them went on missions—but these two? All they do is cause trouble.

Yet, apart from them, Little Spirit Peak truly has no one else worth sending.

Well then, consider it training.

“Don’t worry, Master, leave it to me and the fourth!”

Yan Xiao was thrilled at the chance to leave briefly and puffed out his chest with confidence.

Mo Xingjian sighed softly: “You say that, and I’m even more uneasy. Just be careful.”

After giving his two beloved disciples one final set of instructions, Mo Xingjian hurried away.

If those Jijia are finally moving to strike and attempt to reset the board, Taiqingmen cannot avoid being dragged in.

We must prepare early.

Not long after, Zhou Qing led his old hen, accompanied by his third senior brother and several true disciples, set out.

Less than two hours later, Lu Yaoyao arrived in a flurry, riding her sword, eager to share her joy with Zhou Qing.

“Left? Already?” Upon learning Zhou Qing had departed, Lu Yaoyao’s face fell.

Soon after, Li Daoxuan arrived.

“Little sister, Master said you’ve just broken through—you must consolidate your foundation. Don’t wander off,” Li Daoxuan said, stepping forward.

Lu Yaoyao suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said: “Big brother, why don’t we go search too? I’m so close to Mystic You Sister—how can I not help when her disciples are missing?”

Li Daoxuan shook his head slightly: “Master’s order is clear: each peak may send only two core disciples. The fourth and fifth have already departed. We need not go.”

“But—”

“No buts. Obey me. This situation is extraordinary. Even if you resent me, I won’t let you act recklessly.”

Li Daoxuan’s expression was stern.

Lu Yaoyao opened her mouth, then mounted her sword: “I’ll go ask Master myself.”

………

At this moment, the group had just descended the mountain, and Yan Xiao led them into Yanlong City.

“Alright, rest here for the night. Remember to buy plenty of food and water,” Yan Xiao instructed the eight true disciples.

All eight were early-stage Jin Dan cultivators. Yan Xiao had often taken them on missions during his own training, and they worked together seamlessly, earning his trust.

“Yes, Yan Senior Brother!” The eight bowed and departed, familiar with the routine.

“Since the Treasure Exchange Gathering ended, Yanlong City has grown quiet. Third Senior Brother, we’ve barely left and we’re already resting?” Zhou Qing asked, holding his old hen.

Yan Xiao grinned, slinging an arm around Zhou Qing’s neck and playfully poking the chicken in his arms.

“Of course. Didn’t Master say this is just a formality? Don’t take it seriously. Besides, let the other peaks scout first—see what’s happening before we act,” Yan Xiao said with the air of a seasoned veteran.

Zhou Qing said nothing. Since joining Taiqingmen, this was his first mission outside the sect—he had no experience compared to this old hand.

“Come on, come on—follow me to a place!” Yan Xiao eagerly pulled Zhou Qing along.

Soon after, Zhou Qing stood outside the Lingxiao Shanzhuang, staring at Yan Xiao’s eager expression, utterly speechless.

“Third Senior Brother, you’re here to make up for past regrets?” Zhou Qing chuckled bitterly.

Yan Xiao snorted: “You talk too much. We’re tracing the source of clues. Let’s go!”

The old master of the Shanzhuang, upon seeing Taiqingmen disciples, immediately bowed respectfully and invited them in.

“First, take us to the hot spring where the Qingyu Immortal Sect’s female disciples bathed!” Yan Xiao ordered.

The Shanzhuang master: “...”

Standing by the hot spring, Yan Xiao pulled out a portrait with malicious intent, located the matching spot, and whistled in amazement.

“Fourth, impressive! This spot is perfect—clear as day.”

Zhou Qing turned and walked away.

Boring.

“Immortal Master, this is the room where Cui Yingying lived!” The Shanzhuang master, consulting a handwritten roster, pointed to a room with careful reverence.

Yan Xiao snatched the roster from him.

“Thank you, old man. Go about your business.”

After the Shanzhuang master left, the two pushed open the door and entered.

The room was elegant, tastefully arranged, and faintly perfumed.

Now, Yan Xiao dropped his usual frivolity and began a serious inspection.

“Cui Yingying is the thirteenth direct disciple of Mystic You Immortal. Her talent is exceptional—she’s certain to reach Nascent Soul. Now, including her, several core disciples have vanished. It’s deeply suspicious.”

“We won’t be the first to stick our necks out, but since Old Mo sent us, we must find at least some clues to report back—enough to know who’s behind this, so Taiqingmen can prepare.”

Yan Xiao muttered to himself as he searched.

Watching his third senior brother’s serious expression, Zhou Qing suddenly felt genuine admiration.

He said nothing more and began searching too.

“How vulgar!”

Soon, Yan Xiao spotted a heart-shaped jade pendant on the table, as large as a human face.

One side was carved with “Yingying,” the other with “Yin Xiao.”

Yan Xiao burst into laughter: “See? Too cheap to even buy a proper gift. This thing’s worth next to nothing—so tacky!”

As Zhou Qing watched the jade pendant mocked in his third senior brother’s hand, his spirit stirred—he activated [Daily Inspection].

[Ordinary Jade Pendant: Made from secular jade, market value roughly thirty taels of silver—but its surface is coated with Spirit Turtle Fluid, tripling its value.]

Seeing the feedback, Zhou Qing frowned.

As Yan Xiao tossed the pendant aside and resumed searching, Zhou Qing couldn’t help asking: “Third Senior Brother, what is Spirit Turtle Fluid?”

Yan Xiao, bent over searching under the bed, turned around in surprise: “How do you know about Spirit Turtle Fluid?”

(End of Chapter)