Fairy Qingmei’s Attitude

Fairy Qingmei's Attitude...

After seizing hold of the ancient scroll, Qin Wentian plunged headlong into deciphering its secrets. Simultaneously, he grappled with accommodating the radical shifts transpiring within his body. This isolated period of adaptation spanned two months, a temporal realm where the ticking of the clock slipped through his awareness, elusive as a phantom.

Amidst these sixty days, he marveled at the potency coursing through his veins, plumbing the depths of his bloodline's strength. He immersed himself in the profound insights scripted within the Celestial Ascendant's enigmatic Inscriptions. Undoubtedly, the Gold-Element Ascendant's prowess was monstrously remarkable, a hybrid of cultivation and Divine Inscriptions prowess.

Qin Wentian found himself ruminating on the ancient scroll he'd forsaken. That cultivation art undoubtedly harbored astonishing might.

Yet, the decision held no sting of remorse; he reposed unwavering trust in his intuition. His third eye's revelation, its visualization of nine golden sentinels with peak Yuanfu-level might, engaged in a puppeteer's dance to safeguard the legacy, didn't align with expectations. Their willingness to self-sacrifice in conjuring the golden-armored Puppet only deepened the air of mystery. These two fragments coalesced into a thread of suspicion that penetrated Qin Wentian's mind.

Hence, he'd elected to relinquish the legacy.

Over these two months, both his cultivation and Divine Inscriptions proficiency experienced meteoric advancement. He now brimmed with amplified self-assurance. The burgeoning conviction within him hinted that it wouldn't be long before he cast his own indelible shadow across the Moon Continent.

The pressure driving him since his arrival on the Moon Continent had propelled him to escalate his might with unrelenting fervor. Indeed, within the realm of his peers, he stood as an embodiment of exceptional prowess in the annals of Grand Xia.

His initiation into cultivation commenced at sixteen, culminating in his first Astral Soul condensation at the fifth Heavenly Layer. Subsequently, his second and third Astral Souls mirrored this attainment, each originating from the same realm. To this juncture, he hadn't crossed paths with anyone boasting a similar dossier of accomplishments.

Before his eighteenth year materialized, he'd ventured into the exalted stage of Yuanfu, a feat that reverberated throughout Chu Country, even emboldening him to influence the trajectory of dominion. A destiny that most could scarcely fathom achieving within a lifetime.

And now, at the tender age of nineteen, he'd breached the fourth level of Yuanfu—a prodigious leap realized within the span of two months. His Yuanfu reservoirs expanded, threading fluidly with a deepening comprehension of his Mandates.

The distance heralded the approach of a captivating silhouette. Although Bailu Yi's allure might pale slightly against Mo Qingcheng's resplendence, she exuded her own brand of captivating beauty. With an aura of freshness and composure, coupled with her innocent persona and alluring physique, she naturally turned heads wherever she went.

"Hmph, back at last," Bailu Yi huffed, shooting Qin Wentian an irked glance. In his presence, her previous 'Teacher Bailu' facade had faded, replaced by a casual camaraderie. Their interactions resembled those of friends, replete with girlish moments that accentuated her charm.

A playful glint sparkled in Qin Wentian's eyes as he observed Bailu Yi. "From the sound of it, you're treating this place like my home."

"In your wildest dreams," Bailu Yi retorted with a glare. "So, what treasures did you manage to net this time?"

"A bountiful harvest," Qin Wentian responded, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. "Would you like to take a look at the ancient scroll the Ascendant left behind?" The prospect of such a treasure would prove irresistible to any Divine Inscriptionist.

Inevitably, the disclosure would ignite a frenzy among fourth-ranked Inscriptionists and beyond.

"Never mind, that legacy is yours by right," Bailu Yi concluded after a brief consideration.

"Hmm, I didn't promise to give it to you," Qin Wentian chortled, evoking an eye roll from Bailu Yi. Was he simply taunting her earlier?

"Alright, I suppose I can lend it to you for a few days. I am, after all, quite the genius," Bailu Yi conceded, her words invoking a mix of emotions—amusement and bemusement—that culminated in a light-hearted punch aimed at Qin Wentian.

Honestly, Qin Wentian wasn't one to be miserly. Bailu Yi's allure transcended mere beauty; she'd protected him by intercepting Zhu Sha's blow during the inheritance contest, sustaining injuries in the process.

"Where's Big Bro Chu Mang and that chubby fellow?" Qin Wentian queried, casting a glance at the approaching Little Rascal.

"A single word—'obsessed'—suffices to describe them. They've scarcely slackened in their cultivation efforts. These days, they're almost exclusively confined to the Hell Arena, racking up battle records," Bailu Yi reported. Qin Wentian's emotions stirred at her words; the fatty had finally ignited a spark of motivation, breaking free from his slothful habits.

Without question, Leng Ning's demise cast a significant shadow on him.

In a realm teeming with experts, the Grand Xia Empire decreed that without strength, one stood powerless to safeguard their most cherished possessions.

Had the former Qin Wentian wielded the power he now held, the Leng Clan would never have laid a finger on Leng Ning. Armed with his current might, even contending against the likes of Yan Tie would be child's play.

"Qin Wentian, follow me. There's something vital we need to discuss," Bailu Yi's demeanor shifted suddenly. Leading him to a secluded enclave adjacent to her residence, she eschewed the central courtyard, reserved for the Institute's elders.

Di Feng and Di Cheng were exceptions due to their knowledge of the White Deer Institute's pivotal secret—that they were an 'hidden' Azure Faction branch.

Qin Wentian held this knowledge too but elected not to reveal his authority token. Naturally, Bailu Yi wouldn't divulge this information.

"What's wrong?" Qin Wentian inquired, noting the furrow on Bailu Yi's brow.

"Over the past few days, a group arrived at the Institute. One of them bears the name Di Feng, albeit with another sobriquet—Emperor Azure. Ranked fifth on the Heavenly Fate Ranking, he claims lineage from the main Di Clan of the Azure Emperor," Bailu Yi disclosed, her words prompting a darkening of Qin Wentian's features.

Main bloodline, Di Clan.

The image of the Emperor Star Academy's Headmaster, Di Yi, flashed across Qin Wentian's mind. Languishing within the confines of the Nine Mystical Palace, was Di Yi still drawing breath or had he succumbed to the torment inflicted upon him? Contemplating this, Qin Wentian's yearning for power intensified.

"They seem to have unraveled the secret that our White Deer Institute is a hidden branch of the Azure Faction. Their aim in coming here was to seize dominion over the Institute, to unify the Azure Faction, and ultimately lead the Azure Emperor Palace to its former glory," Bailu Yi elucidated, her words prompting a cascade of thoughts in Qin Wentian's mind.

Anticipating a turbulent journey to unify the Azure Faction wasn't new to Qin Wentian, but now, with a member of the main bloodline Di Clan on the scene, he mused over their true motives.

If they indeed knew he held the Azure Emperor Token, how might their actions unfold?

Qin Wentian inquired with gravity, "Would the White Deer Institute yield to them even without the Azure Emperor Token?"

"Deviously cunning, this branch is. They first dispatched Di Cheng, the silk-clad scion, to paint an unfavorable image. Then enters Di Feng, a charismatic, young hero who has swayed most of the elders. They envision a future under his leadership. I suspect the White Deer Institute is inclining toward acquiescence," Bailu Yi expounded. "Their rationale for not possessing the token centers on the guardian, captured by the Nine Mystical Palace. Fearful of exposing the Azure Faction's secrecy, their narrative swayed many initial skeptics."

For numerous moments, Qin Wentian mulled over Bailu Yi's words. This situation posed both challenge and opportunity.

The main bloodline Di Clan had unwittingly provided an entry point. Their maneuvers spurred conversations and contemplations within the White Deer Institute, a discourse towards reconnecting with the Azure Emperor Palace. The sole remaining query pivoted on who would helm the resurgence.

"After Headmaster Di Yi entrusted me with the Azure Emperor Token, he was eventually seized by the Nine Mystical Palace due to me. Yet, even in the throes of death, I have full faith that he'd never expose the Azure Emperor's secret," Qin Wentian asserted, his conviction unwavering.

A course of action lay ahead; he'd be compelled to expedite his plans. The White Deer Institute would mark the inaugural battlefield in his quest to unify the Azure Faction. Victory was non-negotiable.

"What comes next?" Bailu Yi's query hung in the air.

Qin Wentian locked eyes with her, a sly smile dancing on his lips. "Don't worry. If Di Feng of the main bloodline wishes to vie against me, rest assured that I'll be the last one standing."

So what if Di Feng ranked fifth on the Heavenly Fate Ranking? Given a few years, Qin Wentian's name would blaze across the Heavenly Fate Ranking as a beacon of supremacy, aiming for the pinnacle.

Conviction coursed through him, fortifying his resolve and fueling his ambitions.

"Shall we?" Qin Wentian proposed, a grave expression veiling his features before it morphed into a smile. "I'll share the insights I gleaned from the Ascendant's scroll."

Returning his grin, Bailu Yi affirmed her consent. Gazing upon his handsome visage, she couldn't help but return the smile. She was convinced that regardless of the adversities, victory would ultimately be his.

The journey of claiming the Ascendant's legacy had already ignited feuds with Zhan Chen, ranked eleventh, Yang Fan, ranked eighteenth, as well as Zhao Lie and Hua Feng. Adding Di Feng, the fifth-ranked contender, was but another trifle.

...

In a realm far removed from the Moon Continent, where humanity and demonic beasts coexisted harmoniously, the Palace Mistress of the Celestial Lake Palace paid reverent homage to a resplendent beauty seated atop the grand hall's main throne.

Fairy Qingmei reclined languidly, her eyes twinkling with an enigmatic gleam. She tapped her jade-like fingers against the chair, her voice a murmur of intrigue, "That old coot, has he grown that impatient?"

"News from various sources indicates that two formidable factions are already polarized. The inevitable seems unavoidable," the Palace Mistress disclosed softly.

A sardonic grin tugged at the corners of Fairy Qingmei's lips. "Who would've thought that the Azure Faction would be gnawed from within even before it could reemerge? Are they really willing to defy the Azure Emperor's final decree, grasping power without waiting for the authority token to surface?" The severity in her tone bore a glacial edge.

"I believe that's their intention. Over the years, their power has consolidated, nurturing exceptional talents such as Di Feng. Reports indicate that he's already arrived at the White Deer Institute in the Moon Continent," the Palace Mistress responded, wielding knowledge of the Moon Continent's machinations as deftly as a sorcerer wields spells.

"How fare Qinger and that young man?" As thoughts of Qinger flitted through Fairy Qingmei's mind, her stern countenance melted into one of tender affection.

"I doubt it. Master is well acquainted with Qinger's disposition. While she may be naïve, that very innocence has rendered her as pure as alabaster—and just as impassive. Rousing her emotions would be a Herculean feat," the Palace Mistress noted. "Regarding the young man, he does possess remarkable qualities."

"Oh?" Fairy Qingmei's eyes narrowed subtly. "You rarely offer such high praise. If that's the case, dispatch reinforcements to the Moon Continent to lend him support. Ideally, no untoward incidents shall arise. However, should they transpire, make sure those dispatched are fully aware of my stance."