Huai Ye’s Astonishment

As the sound of Wen Ping's voice faded, Huai Ye's expression abruptly changed. She stared warily at Wen Ping and subconsciously took two steps backward. Her right hand also secretly stretched back, grabbing a hard pillowcase at the head of the bed.

Wen Ping hurriedly spoke, "Don't be agitated, I'm not a bad guy. I came to an agreement with your foster father and he asked me to tell you that choices in life are very important. Hell may be on your left side while paradise may be on your right."

"Foster father really said that?"

"That's right."

"Fine. But you have to help me suppress my demonic nature first before I decide whether to join your sect or not."

"No problem."

"You can even promise this?"

Huai Ye was shocked. She even thought that she had heard wrongly. Otherwise, why would he agree so easily? After that, she hurriedly rushed out of the door to look for her foster father to determine Wen Ping's credibility, as well as his special abilities if there were any.

If she didn't do this, she would feel that this fellow was a liar. If not, why would he agree to her request even without considering it?

However, even after the trust issue had been dispelled, she still didn't take Wen Ping too seriously because he was simply too young.

Were there any sect leaders at such a young age?

…

The night gradually fell, painting the world in darkness and silence.

Not in any mood to spend the night here, Wen Ping now sat on Yang Lele's carriage and returned to the Cloudmist Mountain.

Huai Ye was naturally pulled along by Wen Ping to the Immortal Sect. However, the demon chef Huai Kong didn't object, and Yang Zongxian also didn't say anything. If ordinary people wanted to head out at this time, they would surely be stopped by their elders because it was unknown what dangers would lurk in the dark. But all of them here were not ordinary people.

If they encountered robbers, it could only be blamed on the robbers' bad luck.

If they encountered criminals who were motivated by lust, it could only be blamed on them for not checking the chinese divination almanac before they headed out.

If they encountered criminals who were motivated by lust and greed, it could only be blamed on their fates not being good, daring to block a cultivator at the fifth, eighth, and thirteenth level of Body Refinement.

When they left, Huai Ye's bizarre personality caused Wen Ping to feel helpless. She was unwilling to sit in the same carriage as him no matter what, as though he was very ugly. She wanted to drive a carriage by herself and didn't permit anyone to enter.

After Wen Ping told her the location, she whipped her long whip and drove the carriage into the night.

When Huai Kong saw this, he smiled helplessly and said, "I've let Sect Leader Wen witness a joke. This daughter of mine is too used to following me to roam the world. She has always liked driving her own horse carriage, saying that this was her basic freedom."

When Wen Ping heard this, he couldn't help but fantasize in his heart.

A fat snake that was adamant about nurturing her own human personality.

How boring.

Compared to this unimportant matter, Wen Ping didn't understand Huai Kong's thoughts even more. "Senior demon chef, could it be that you are not worried about your daughter joining the Immortal Sect? If she joins, you will have to roam the world alone from now on."

Huai Kong retracted his gaze from the distance and laughed as he replied, "I love my daughter and also hope that she can accompany me forever. However, it doesn't mean that I have to do this. She has her own life and her own dreams. As a father, I can't do much. In addition, isn't she still by my side now?"

"It's for the best if senior demon chef can think like this."

After clasping his hands and bowing, Wen Ping got on the horse carriage. The sound of the horses then faded into the dark night and gradually moved further and further.

…

When the carriage stopped at the foot of Cloudmist Mountain, Wen Ping saw that there was another carriage ahead of them. Huai Ye was sitting within.

As Huai Ye saw Wen Ping coming over, she spoke with disdain, "So, you are the sect leader of the Immortal Sect."

Wen Ping casually responded, "Is there a problem?"

"There's a huge problem!"

Someone told her that the Immortal Sect had completely declined and everyone had left. Only two to three people remained in the sect.

"What problem? I don't feel that there's any?"

After Yang Lele told the driver to head back, he took the lead and walked toward the stone stairs, skipping three stairs with every step, moving with rapid speed.

"Why are you here as well?" asked Huai Ye.

Yang Lele didn't even turn his head as he replied, "I'm a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Where should I go if I don't come here?"

"You are cultivating in a sect that has declined?"

"Who told you that this was a sect in decline? Didn't you see a great cultivator at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement standing behind you?"

"Ah."

Huai Ye subconsciously turned her head and saw Yun Liao who looked like a fair-faced scholar. Earlier when she had seen him at the Yang Residence, she had thought that he was someone from the Yang Clan. After all, the Yang Clan Leader was so amicable, so there would surely be experts willing to assist him.

Never would she have expected that this senior was also part of the Immortal Sect.

Would a declining sect have a 15-year-old genius at the fifth level and a powerful expert at the thirteenth level of Body Refinement?

Could it be that those people from a few days ago were lying to her?

She didn't say much and curiously followed behind Wen Ping, heading to the peak of the Cloudmist Mountain.

On the way up, Wen Ping didn't talk to her or speak about the matter of joining the Immortal Sect. They went up the peak in silence. In the night, the footsteps of the four of them were pretty clamorous and sounded like a zither being strummed nonsensically.

Nearing the end of the staircase, she saw a large dog that was the height of half a human and an old man about 100 years old.

A mortal dog and an old man on the verge of death. As expected, the Immortal Sect was no longer as flourishing compared to back then when it was a 2-stars sect.

When she had gone to the Immortal Sect in the past, even those doing odd-jobs here were at the third level of the Body Refinement Realm at the very least.

However, she then glanced at the girl walking behind the old man. This girl was roughly the same age as her and was quite pretty. Although beauty would attract both sexes, her beauty was extremely unique.

"This is Zhao Qing, also a disciple of the Immortal Sect. She joined the sect earlier than you, so you have to call her senior sis…"

After Wen Ping had spoken halfway, he turned his head to look at Huai Ye only to see her actually taking two steps forward, pointing at Zhao Qing as she mumbled under her breath. After that, she walked around Zhao Qing once, and it was unknown whether her expression was of shock or puzzlement.

Suddenly, Huai Ye stopped. She pointed her finger at Zhao Qing as she asked, "Are you from the ling fish race?"

At the same time, the words her foster father had once told her surfaced in her mind.

(In the 108 lakes, there's a race of high birth named the ling fish race. They are innately born with a half-human form. Their bloodline is noble, and they are considered the royals of the lakes.)

However, very few people had seen this race before because those who saw them were undoubtedly legendary characters in their own right.

Even her father, who had wandered around the world for decades, had never seen one before.

However, when facing the shocked Huai Ye, Zhao Qing merely replied coldly, "Do I know you?"

After that, Zhao Qing bowed to Wen Ping and Yun Liao, and her gaze landed on Yang Lele's empty hands.

"Lele, where are the furnitures you bought?"

Yang Lele smiled brilliantly and hurriedly explained, "Eh, the boss of the furniture shop has personally ordered people to deliver them here. Don't worry, I've bought everything you want."

"In that case, what were you doing the whole day? Do you still want to sleep on the floor tonight?"

"Something happened in my family so I could only come back now. Did you tidy my room for me?"

Zhao Qing calmly replied, "Nope!"

Maybe she felt that this word alone wasn't enough to cause Yang Lele to panic. Hence, she added another sentence, "There are only four more hours before the Zi hour. I want to see where you will be sleeping tonight!"

"Oh no, only four hours? It's over, doesn't that mean I have wasted eighteen hours today?"

Yang Lele's expression drastically changed and he couldn't care about tidying his room anymore. If he had to sleep on the dirty ground, so be it.

He had survived one night, so there was no problem to survive sleeping in such conditions again.

When Zhao Qing heard this, she stared with joy at Yang Lele's misfortune and laughed. "Who told you not to come back earlier? You should know the feeling of heartache now, right?"