Chapter 61
Chapter 61
Before long, Gu Liuxian arrived along with Di Xiulan.
“Greetings, Regent King!”
The disciples bowed in unison.
Di Xiulan’s gaze swept across the hall. Then he spoke slowly, his voice cold and dark.
“I hear this group of disciples is quite talented. I wonder if the rumors are true.”
At that, the disciples sat up even straighter, both eager to be tested by the Regent King and tense with nerves.
Di Xiulan raised a hand and seemed to point at someone at random.
“You. Come here.”
In an instant, everyone’s eyes fell on Ye Piaoling.
Ye Piaoling: “…”
She knew it. This man had suddenly come to the Tianwen Sect for no good reason!
Ye Piaoling swallowed, her heart in her throat, and walked forward.
Di Xiulan lowered his eyes to her, his voice low, cold, and unhurried.
“I heard your Immortal Pulse has recovered.”
“Mm-hmm.” Ye Piaoling nodded nervously.
“Then your cultivation should have improved considerably…”
Di Xiulan reached out to her.
“Come. Let me see.”
The corner of Ye Piaoling’s mouth twitched as she raised the wrist with the swastika-shaped tattoo drawn on it.
The man’s long, strong fingers rested on her pulse point, and a faint ripple stirred in his deep eyes.
Though he was no physician, he did know a little basic medicine.
Ye Piaoling’s pulse clearly was not a pregnancy pulse.
Di Xiulan suddenly curled his lips and let out a low laugh.
There was a hint of self-mockery in it.
What was wrong with him? He had already guessed that her pregnancy was most likely fake, yet he still could not help coming to verify it in person…
Ye Piaoling stared at the strange smile on the man’s face, her heart pounding wildly.
Why did that smile look so terrifying?
The pad of the man’s finger slid over her pulse point. This body could be considered extraordinary in its bones and constitution, and it actually possessed a decent amount of martial inner strength.
As for spiritual power, there was, surprisingly, a tiny bit of that too.
Only a pitiful amount, of course. It must have come from cultivating at the Tianwen Sect these past few days.
As for the Immortal Pulse…
The man lifted his hand and looked at the red pigment staining his fingertip. His brows drew together slightly.
The swastika mark on her pulse point…
Had rubbed off.
Ye Piaoling’s expression instantly turned awkward.
Oh no. Di Xiulan had discovered that her Immortal Pulse was fake!
She immediately stared at Di Xiulan, sending him one pleading look after another.
Faking an Immortal Pulse was a crime. She did not want to go to jail, okay?
Ye Piaoling desperately tried to communicate with her eyes:
Big brother, big brother, please don’t expose me!
Di Xiulan leisurely took in the sight of her.
The tip of his brow lifted slightly.
The disciples of the Tianwen Sect were all staring fixedly at the two of them.
After testing Miss Ye’s cultivation, the Regent King’s expression had become impossible to read…
Could there be something wrong with Miss Ye’s Immortal Pulse?
Only after a long while did Di Xiulan speak calmly.
“Since your Immortal Pulse has recovered, cultivate properly. Do not slack off.”
At his words, Ye Piaoling let out a huge breath of relief, delighted.
Not bad, Big Demon King. Looks like helping you break that curse wasn’t for nothing…
With the Regent King’s acknowledgment, no one would ever dare question her fake Immortal Pulse again!
The other disciples were secretly shocked as well.
Even the Regent King said her Immortal Pulse had recovered. Then it had to be absolutely true!
Di Xiulan’s gaze shifted and landed on Ximen Chunqiu.
“The Tianwen Sect’s Top Disciple?”
Ximen Chunqiu hurried forward and bowed, proud, excited, and respectful. “Greetings, Regent King!”
Di Xiulan slowly raised his fingers and lightly formed a hand seal.
“Your cultivation should be the best among the disciples.”
With that, his fingertip moved, and he sent out a technique.
Ximen Chunqiu understood at once. His gaze sharpened, and he quickly gathered spiritual power to meet the attack.
“Bang!”
Their magic collided. Ximen Chunqiu was sent flying through the air, forced back more than ten feet before he managed, panting, to steady himself without falling.
Di Xiulan withdrew his hand and gave a mild assessment.
“Not a bad foundation.”
Ximen Chunqiu’s face immediately lit up with joy.
Just now, he had actually taken one move from the Regent King!
And he had even been praised. Yes, yes, yes!
Though the Regent King had only been casually testing his cultivation, Ximen Chunqiu still felt immeasurably honored. He quickly cupped his hands. “Thank you, Regent King! This junior will continue to work hard!”
Di Xiulan spoke in an even tone.
“Chonghua Palace has a secret manual suited to your cultivation constitution. However, training with it is extremely arduous. Are you willing?”
Ximen Chunqiu froze at first.
What??
The Regent King was actually going to bestow a cultivation manual upon him?!
Ximen Chunqiu nodded wildly. “I am! I am!”
“Thank you for your guidance, Regent King. This junior fears neither hardship nor fatigue. I am willing to study it!”
Happiness had come far too suddenly.
Overjoyed, Ximen Chunqiu nodded so hard he looked like a chicken pecking rice.
Ye Piaoling watched from the side, feeling utterly baffled.
Could it be that Di Xiulan was actually a warmhearted, kind, wonderful person?
Not only had he helped her, he was even taking the initiative to gift someone a book to aid in cultivation…
For a moment, Ye Piaoling truly could not understand him.
She had no idea what trick this Great Good Samaritan Di was hiding up his sleeve.
Ximen Chunqiu, on the other hand, did not think that deeply. He was still immersed in his joy.
For a while, he even wondered if he had some extraordinary talent, to have actually received the Regent King’s guidance…
After all, the Regent King had never cared much about Tianwen Sect, yet today he had made an exception! Yes, yes, yes!
Just like that, Di Xiulan randomly checked the coursework of two disciples, then drifted away as gracefully as he had come.
Ximen Chunqiu respectfully followed Liang Yun to retrieve the book, leaving the other disciples staring after him in envy.
At Chonghua Palace, Liang Yun handed Ximen Chunqiu a cultivation scripture.
Liang Yun instructed him, “Train according to this book. At least four double-hours every day, without interruption, until you succeed.”
“Yes! This junior will remember it well!”
Ximen Chunqiu accepted the book gratefully.
He did the math in his head. Four double-hours?
That meant that after Tianwen Sect’s daily lessons ended, he would have to rush home and cultivate at once, continuing all the way until the dead of night…
Though it would be hard, Ximen Chunqiu did not dare slack off. Fearless of hardship and fatigue, he nodded with a resolute expression.
Liang Yun looked at him and smiled.
Young man, your path has just broadened!
From now on, your life will consist only of bitter cultivation. You won’t have the energy to do anything else ever again!
…
After school, Ye Piaoling went to the shops to check the day’s earnings.
In the past, Ximen Chunqiu would always go with her, discussing business strategies along the way.
Now that he had received the Regent King’s guidance, Ximen Chunqiu had become so obsessed with cultivation that he could not extricate himself, and no longer had time to socialize.
So he sent an old steward to liaise with Ye Piaoling about the business instead.
Ximen Chunqiu was not some playboy whose head was filled with nothing but romance. He was shrewd and practical. He knew very well that rather than clinging to the girl he loved every day, working hard to become stronger would bring him closer to his goal.
Ye Piaoling’s Immortal Pulse had already been restored. He, too, had to encourage himself in his cultivation so he could be worthy of her!
Ximen Chunqiu sat upright in the secret chamber of his estate, brimming with confidence, and began cultivating with all his might…
After Ye Piaoling visited Divine Weapon Pavilion and Bing-le-me, she grabbed a quick bite from a roadside stall, then headed to Chonghua Palace.
The electric scooter had finished charging. She had to bring it back.
The hidden guards of Chonghua Palace no longer stopped her. She came and went as casually as if she were returning home.
When she arrived at Di Xiulan’s sleeping quarters, the electric scooter was still parked where it had been, and the small screen showed that the battery was fully charged.
Ye Piaoling was about to ride off.
[Ding! Host, do you still remember the Regent King’s Bed?]
The Sand Sculpture System had come to urge her to complete her task.
Ye Piaoling: [I remember, but he refuses to give it to me. No matter what I say, he won’t agree.]
System: [There is another way. As long as you lie on his bed one hundred times, the bed will automatically be considered yours by default!]
[One hundred times? Then if I do one hundred sit-ups on his bed, does that count?]
[It does not, dear. It does not.]
[…]
[Dear, you’ll need to come here often to charge your scooter anyway. Each time, you can conveniently go lie on his bed for a bit. Lie down often enough, and the mission will be complete. Why not do it?]
Ye Piaoling thought it over.
Then she said, [You’re right. A mission that can be completed just by lying down? Of course I should do it!]
While the owner of the bed had yet to return, Ye Piaoling slipped familiarly into the bedchamber and lay down on the familiar large bed.
Honestly, Di Xiulan’s bed really was huge and comfortable…