Chapter 3117: My Wife and I Role‑Play Daily Life 02

Immortal Cloud Terrace stands at the exact center of the sect, its floor paved with white jade, spanning a hundred zhang in radius, with mist flowing down from the edges of the platform.

Sect Leader Lingxiao Immortal Venerable sits high on the upper seat, relaxed and at ease, smiling happily as he watches the trials below the long stairs.

Among the Nine Peaks, six peak lords have entered seclusion to reinforce the impending Yao Emperor Seal, and will only emerge after three months.

Those present to oversee today are the Peak Lord of Xuánjī Peak for artifact cultivation, Lu Jizi; the Pavilion Lord of Hunyuan Pavilion for talisman cultivation, Lin Sanjiu; and the Peak Lord of Jian Peak, Gu QingShang, each seated on either side of the Sect Leader.

All direct disciples of the Nine Peaks have gathered, sitting in rows according to their respective peak lineages.

When Jin Chen arrived, most people were already seated; he walked calmly to the Wanxiang Peak spot and sat down, and as soon as he settled, Ye Xiaoman leaned her head over from beside him.

Ye Xiaoman is a direct disciple of Qianji Peak, a formation maniac who loves to tinker with all sorts of odd formations; right now she looks guilty, lowering her voice to say to Jin Chen: "Jin Chen senior brother, an emergency in the jianghu!"

Jin Chen glanced at her and said, "Speak."

"I accidentally sent the Spirit Rabbit Beast to the back mountains of your Wanxiang Peak," Ye Xiaoman said, rubbing her hands with an ingratiating smile, "Could you help me get it back? If Qinglian Uncle finds out, I'll get scolded again."

Jin Chen extended three fingers.

Ye Xiaoman's smile froze: "……Three pieces of mid‑grade spirit stones?"

"Mm‑hmm."

"Wow, you're still so greedy," Ye Xiaoman said, heartbroken, "We formation cultivators need no fewer spirit stones than you law cultivators—can't you at least consider our fellow sect bond?"

Jin Chen smiled narrowly at her, "Then make it four pieces."

Ye Xiaoman gritted her teeth and produced the spirit stones.

Jin Chen took the spirit stones, his mood greatly improved, then suddenly thought of something, turning to her with a bright smile: "How boring—let's spend Feng Yao's money together."

The two turned their heads simultaneously, looking toward the diagonal opposite seats of the Yuling Peak.

Feng Yao held a plump, round chick in his arms, exuding a gentle, tranquil aura; as the favored son of Yuling Peak, his good temper is famous throughout the sect—whoever asks him for help, he always agrees, never refusing.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know Jin Chen's tricks.

Feng Yao sensed their gazes; the chick in his arms chirped cooperatively a few times, he gave a faint smile, his tone calm as water, saying: "As the Nine Golds say: better to borrow from Chenshu than to take a loan."

Jin Chen's smile unchanged, he leisurely moved past several middle seats, shifting his gaze to the opposite side.

He wore dark close‑fitting clothes, his hair tied high behind his head; though body cultivators are usually rugged, he is not—his shoulders are relaxed, his waist trimmed. Lowering his eyes as if sensing something, he lifted his gaze toward us.

Jin Chen timely shifted his body slightly; the seven‑colored tassels on his robe refracted iridescent light in the spiritual radiance, pouring over Chenshu's direction from head to toe.

Chenshu squinted as that light flashed in his eyes.

"……Is Wanxiang Peak finally going to use you to sell your looks to recruit new disciples?"

Jin Chen gave a bright smile, leaned forward a bit more, letting that stream of light flash even more arrogantly: "What's wrong, too bright to keep your eyes open? Then I'll change the angle…"

"I'll beat you right now," Chenshu said, clearly ready to spring up and strike at any moment.

"Enough."

A steady voice came from ahead, cutting off this imminent clash.

Following the sound, the speaker was Jian Peak's chief disciple, Shen Guiyan—his posture upright, his expression calm, his ever‑present sword laid across his knees.

"Junior brothers," Shen Guiyan said unhurriedly, "don't keep fighting; the trial participants are about to clear the stage."

Jin Chen glanced down at the platform—indeed, the last batch of trial participants had reached the far end of Immortal Cloud Terrace, undergoing the final test; he withdrew his gaze, then glanced again at Chenshu opposite him.

Chenshu also withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids again, looking disinclined to bother with him—as if he had no memory at all.

Jin Chen closed his mouth with a faint smile, but his mind had already begun to calculate.

Below Immortal Cloud Terrace, the trial was drawing to a close.

After layers of screening, of the thousands of trial participants fewer than a hundred have reached this point, and this final gate will eliminate about half of them, so that only a dozen or so will truly set foot on Immortal Cloud Terrace and become disciples of the Free and Easy Sect.

The peak lords and direct disciples of each peak stared intently at the platform below, observing the young faces that had passed the trial; each batch of new disciples is a resource the peaks compete for—whoever snags a promising seedling will see their lineage's strength rise another level.

The guiding senior brother led those who had cleared the trial onto Immortal Cloud Terrace; more than ten disciples filed forward in single file, climbing the white jade steps—everyone who had reached this point was a one‑in‑a‑million genius.

The guiding senior brother stood before the hall doors, raised his hand to signal the disciples to stop, and introduced the important figures inside the hall one by one.

"The upper seat is the Sect Leader of the Free and Easy Immortal Sect, Lingxiao Immortal Venerable."

More than ten disciples bowed in unison.

"To the Sect Leader's left are the Peak Lord of Xuánjī Peak, the Pavilion Lord of Hunyuan Pavilion, and the Peak Lord of Jian Peak."

Another round of salutations followed.

The guiding senior brother introduced them one by one: "These nine are the direct disciples of the Nine Peaks—namely, Jian Peak, Bu Mie Peak, Wanxiang Peak, Xuanhu Peak, Qianji Peak, Yuling Peak, Xuánjī Peak, Hunyuan Pavilion, and Xinglü Hall; they belong to sword cultivation, body cultivation, law cultivation, alchemy cultivation, formation cultivation, beast taming, artifact cultivation, talisman cultivation, and the criminal law classics. There are also side peaks such as food cultivation and sound cultivation, which you will come to know in time."

"After you enter my sect, in three months the various peaks will assign you to your affiliations, and during these three months the Nine Peaks' direct‑disciple senior brothers will instruct and guide your studies."

Upon hearing this, the new disciples all lifted their heads and looked.

Zhou Buyi stood in the middle‑rear of the line, bowing together with the others, then, in the gap as he rose, he furtively lifted his eyes—at once his mind wandered, staring straight at the Wanxiang Peak senior brother; even though he had roamed the continents since childhood, he had never seen such a gorgeous, splendid appearance.

Jin Chen sensed the gaze, lowered his eyes to take a look.

That child stood in the line, thin and small, with a bluish‑gray ring under his eyes, as if he hadn't seen sunlight in a long time.

Jin Chen fiddled with the gold‑tasseled chain on his wrist, pondering as he said to Ye Xiaoman beside him, "Look at how pale that kid is—whiter than a ghost, even fairer than Chenshu. Could he be the offspring of a ghost cultivator?"

Chenshu's voice drifted over from opposite, a soft snort: "You might try a spirit mirror—just in case the evil spirit it shows is you, not him."

Jin Chen immediately turned his head: "Is it not allowed to praise your fair complexion? You body cultivators are really hard to please."

Chenshu glanced at him, rubbed his brow, and now he could truly confirm that Jin Chen has no memory—he's even more irritating than usual.

"Ding! Nemesis System 11 notifies you: new mission posted—make the rival Chenshu embarrass himself in public, drawing laughter from at least three people. Success reward: 100 points. Failure penalty: deduct all current points, going negative. Time limit: one incense stick."

Jin Chen looked over—his side profile was cold, his high ponytail lifted by a stray strand of wind onto his shoulder, the subtle muscle lines characteristic of body cultivators faintly visible beneath his robe.

As Jin Chen pondered, Chenshu's ear also received the alert at the same instant.

"Ding! Nemesis System 00 at your service: new mission posted—make the rival Jin Chen embarrass himself in public, drawing laughter from at least three people. Success reward: 100 points. Failure penalty: deduct all current points, going negative. Time limit: one incense stick."

The two system alerts sounded almost simultaneously.