Chapter 3
Teacher's Kindness and Disciple's Filial Piety
The mountain where Qingfeng Temple is located is called Dongshan, a very ordinary name.
At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, there is a town called Qingfeng Town.
However, it is not the Qingfeng of Qingfeng Temple. On the contrary, Qingfeng Town existed first, and Qingfeng Temple came later. Yu Zhao's master, the Elder Qingfeng, came here and established Qingfeng Temple.
As for why the name was chosen based on the town, the reason is unknown to outsiders; only Elder Qingfeng himself knows the answer.
Qingfeng Town is a truly remote mountainous area. Not to mention the imperial power, even the county magistrate wouldn't bother to come to this wretched place.
Yu Zhao always felt that it was precisely because Qingfeng Town was remote that her master, a Foundation Establishment novice, was able to act so arrogantly.
As far as she knew, her master had been running rampant in Qingfeng Town for thirty years. A Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator wreaking havoc in a town for thirty years was something she found utterly absurd.
In the past thirty years, how many people have been refined into elixirs by this old man?
It's lawless!
What exactly are those righteous sects and government officials doing?
She was internally complaining, but Yu Zhao couldn't figure out why. Although she had been in this world for over a year, her understanding of it was extremely limited.
My master, that old man, only teaches me things related to cultivation; he doesn't teach me anything else. He also forbids his disciples from leaving Qingfeng Town, and even going down the mountain isn't something I can do whenever I want.
As for the original owner's memories? Yu Zhao did not have the original owner's memories. The limited information she knew about this world was obtained from her deceased senior brother.
The eldest brother once said that the Great Yan Empire now belongs to the Si family, but the Great Yan Empire has been established for three thousand years and is long past its end.
In the final days of the dynasty, monsters roamed freely, and the people suffered greatly.
Yu Zhao still remembers the look of concern for the country and its people on his face when his senior brother said these things. Yu Zhao once thought that his senior brother was either of unusual status or a chosen one.
It wasn't until his master refined him into an elixir that Yu Zhao realized he had bet on the wrong horse.
After her senior brother died, Yu Zhao was sad for a while. In her opinion, that senior brother was one of only two normal people in Qingfeng Temple besides her.
"Senior sister, senior sister?"
The call interrupted Yu Zhao's thoughts. She came back to her senses, glanced at Wang Xuan who was staring at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much, Junior Brother just wanted to ask Senior Sister when we'll start recruiting?"
At this moment, the two were strolling down the street, and the mortals around them seemed not to notice them at all; this was a minor spell to reduce their presence.
To ordinary people, the two of them were just passersby, no different from anyone else on the street.
This was Yu Zhao's habit; she was cautious by nature and would do this every time she entered a town. Wang Xuan knew she disliked being ostentatious, so he accompanied her on this journey in brocade at night.
He couldn't possibly disobey his senior sister over such a trivial matter.
Seeing that his senior sister seemed to be lost in thought, Wang Xuan finally spoke up to inquire about the important matter. He found that his senior sister was very different from usual, giving him a sense of unfathomable depth.
He had only ever seen this feeling in his master, so Wang Xuan's mind began to race.
He became increasingly respectful towards Yu Zhao.
"Let's find a place to stay first; there's no rush to take on apprentices."
After saying that, Yu Zhao ignored Wang Xuan's reaction and walked towards the largest inn in town.
Wang Xuan followed closely behind, his gaze fixed on Yu Zhao, his eyes full of inquiry, as if trying to see through Yu Zhao.
After checking into the inn, Yu Zhao had just entered his room and sat down when there was a knock on the door. "Senior Sister, may I come in?"
"Enter"
Upon hearing the reply, Wang Xuan pushed open the door and sat down opposite Yu Zhao. He sized Yu Zhao up with his eyes and tentatively asked:
"I saw that you were very radiant today, Senior Sister. It seems you have made some breakthroughs. Congratulations, Senior Sister!"
As he spoke, Wang Xuan took out a small jade box from his storage ring, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it toward Yu Zhao. "It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't find it offensive, Senior Sister."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhao's expression remained unchanged. She casually opened the jade box, found a gold hairpin inside, then closed the box again. Looking at Wang Xuan with a half-smile, she said:
"I cannot accept a gift without having done anything in return. Junior brother, I dare not accept this present."
"Look at what you're saying, senior sister. We're siblings, isn't it only right for a younger brother to be filial to his elder sister?"
"Oh? Now you're brothers? Why didn't you say you were brothers when you and the third brother were chasing me?"
"Senior sister, please don't make fun of your younger brother. It was just a joke between your younger brother, the third brother, and you."
This statement was half true and half false. The so-called pursuit was indeed just a joke, but it was also true that he wanted to test Yu Zhao's abilities.
If Yu Zhao isn't capable enough, they wouldn't mind killing her sister; after all, that's standard practice for demonic cultivators.
Yu Zhao and Wang Xuan both knew that the reason Yu Zhao didn't take the opportunity to kill them was simply because she was worried that if she killed the second and third brothers, her master would seize her and make pills for her ahead of time.
So she played along with the two of them in this "joke," but it was precisely because of this joke that she felt the two of them were real idiots.
If they kill their senior sister, will they get away with it?
The tradition of Qingfeng Temple is that whoever becomes the leader is in danger. They all want to do things that harm others without benefiting themselves; they're just plain stupid.
But seeing Wang Xuan's attitude now, Yu Zhao suddenly realized that this guy seemed to have regained his intelligence. Could it be that he grew a brain again after leaving his junior sister?
Thinking of this, Yu Zhao was too lazy to play games with the other party, so he simply got straight to the point, "Second brother, don't try to play tricks on me. You can't figure it out. Just get to the point."
In her eyes, a guy who only thinks about sleeping with his junior sister but doesn't dare to force himself on her is just a complete waste.
They're all demonic cultivators now, and they still want to play the pure love game?
What future can someone like that have?
Wang Xuan showed no resentment at Yu Zhao's sarcasm. He grinned and said, "As expected, I couldn't hide it from Senior Sister. Well then, I won't beat around the bush."
"May I ask, Senior Sister, are you currently at the Foundation Establishment stage?"
He used the formal "you" without thinking.
"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Yu Zhao retorted.
"If you have reached the Foundation Establishment stage, then please, Senior Sister, uphold justice for your fellow disciples and slay the demons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xuan stood up and knelt down on the ground, bowing deeply to Yu Zhao.
The two of them knew perfectly well who this demon was!
Seeing Wang Xuan's reaction, Yu Zhao looked at him with a playful expression. To be honest, she didn't trust this guy, or rather, there was no one she could trust in this shabby Qingfeng Temple.
The environment influences people. Can there be any good people living in this demonic cultivation sect?
Furthermore, they were also affected by the cultivation techniques, making them all more ruthless than the last. Yu Zhao had no doubt that if she were to confront her master, these junior brothers and sisters would not only not help her, but would also be happy to watch the show.
They'll side with whoever wins, and if both sides are badly hurt, they'll mercilessly finish them off—a bunch of scoundrels!