Chapter 8: What is Top-Tier Treatment? This is It!

Early Morning

"I feel like I'm going to sink into this bed forever…"

Jun Ting lay sprawled on the massive, plush mattress, wrapped in the warmth of a white jade swan goose-down quilt—a luxury crafted from a thousand-year-old soul beast. His eyes lazily followed the glimmer of a crystal soul-guide chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The whole room radiated elegance, but none of it could compare to the comfort he was feeling right now.

Last night, the moment he touched this bed made from hundred-year-old soul beast wood, he had instantly passed out. Even now, he didn't want to get up, as if he was trapped in the gentle embrace of the quilt.

But then, a certain sentence echoed in his mind—the last words Sect Master Ning had said before he left the hall:

"Since you don't have a surname, why not take the surname Chen?"

Jun Ting's eyes flickered.

"Chen… Jun Ting?"

He murmured the name to himself, letting it roll off his tongue.

For a moment, he was deep in thought.

Then—he shook his head violently.

"Forget it! No use thinking too much!"

Snapping himself out of his daze, he reached into his storage soul guide and pulled out a small porcelain bottle. Twisting off the lid, he carefully poured out a dark blue pill, the size of a cherry.

A fresh, cooling fragrance wafted through the air.

"This is the Xuanshui Pill?"

Examining its white swirling patterns and the faint mist surrounding it, he instantly recognized its value.

The Xuanshui Pill—a precious medicinal pill that could cleanse the meridians and purify the marrow. For an already talented soul master, its effects wouldn't be drastic, but it would still refine his body, enhancing his foundation.

With just this one pill, combined with the luxury of his private courtyard, he could already estimate—

"This is worth tens of thousands of gold soul coins."

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect sure knew how to treat their future elites.

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Jun Ting stood up, stretched, and made his way to the bathroom.

Stripping off his clothes, he took a deep breath and swallowed the Xuanshui Pill before sitting cross-legged to meditate.

Almost instantly—

A faint blue glow pulsed from his body. A thin layer of mist began to rise from his skin, carrying a delicate, refreshing scent.

Then, his skin started trembling.

With every breath, his pores expanded and contracted, releasing black impurities from within. The originally clean, light mist gradually turned darker and more putrid.

The fragrance disappeared.

The air was filled with the unmistakable stench of impurities being expelled.

Jun Ting held on, enduring the unpleasant sensation.

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Noon.

After what felt like an eternity, Jun Ting slowly opened his eyes.

A surge of clarity filled his mind, and his entire body felt lighter, stronger. But before he could fully appreciate the changes—

"Ugh!"

A horrible stench attacked his nose.

It was coming from himself.

"Shit! I stink!"

Jun Ting almost gagged. He looked down at his body, now covered in a layer of thick, black grime—filthy, sticky, and utterly disgusting.

"Good thing I saw this coming."

Wasting no time, he turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the filth. Scrubbing himself clean, he changed into fresh robes and finally stepped out.

As soon as he did—

Knock, knock.

A knock came from the courtyard door.

Opening it, he saw a familiar figure.

"Master."

Ye Xuanji nodded approvingly, his sharp gaze sweeping over Jun Ting.

"Hmm. Looks like you've taken the Xuanshui Pill."

Without another word, he reached out and placed his palm on Jun Ting's wrist, channeling a sliver of soul power to check his progress.

A moment later—

"Level 13," Ye Xuanji announced. "Your three-hundred-year-old Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear soul ring increased your level by two, and the Xuanshui Pill by one. As expected."

Jun Ting clenched his fists, feeling the subtle but undeniable improvement in his body.

"Master, what's next?"

Ye Xuanji smirked.

"Next?" He glanced at the sky. "Since it's noon, we eat first."

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The Sect's 'Dining Hall'

Following his master, Jun Ting soon arrived at what appeared to be… a small, unassuming room.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"This… is the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect's dining hall?"

Just as he was about to voice his doubts, Ye Xuanji casually remarked—

"From today onwards, you'll eat here for every meal. The food provided is all top-tier, specifically for the sect's most promising talents. You don't need to hold back—the more you eat, the better."

Hearing this, Jun Ting's curiosity was piqued.

Inside the dining hall, there was only one round table and a few simple furnishings. But as he looked closer, he noticed—

"This round table… it's made from the body of a plant-type soul beast!"

Seated at the table was a young girl with elegant features.

Her short golden hair shimmered under the light, her aqua-blue eyes gleaming like the stars. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, giving her an ethereal charm.

Seeing them enter, she gracefully stood up.

"Grandpa Ye," she greeted respectfully, bowing slightly.

Her manners were impeccable.

Ye Xuanji chuckled. "Xiaotian, you've been waiting?"

He patted Jun Ting's shoulder.

"This kid is Jun Ting. You can call him 'brother.'"

Turning to Jun Ting, he continued, "This is our sect's young mistress—Ning Tian. She's the only daughter of the Sect Master and the second full innate soul power auxiliary-type soul master since Oscar."

Jun Ting hesitated for a second before stepping forward.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Jun Ting."

Then, his expression shifted slightly.

A small smile formed on his lips.

"You can also call me Chen Jun Ting."

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Ning Tian's eyes flickered with curiosity at the surname Chen.

Ye Xuanji, on the other hand, was stunned. Then, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Good. He's made his decision."

Ning Tian smiled gently.

"Then I'll call you Brother Jun Ting."

With that, the atmosphere grew much friendlier.

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When the food was served, Jun Ting was left speechless.

The dishes before him were made from thousand-year-old and hundred-year-old soul beasts—each one worth tens of thousands of gold soul coins.

Taking a bite of the honey-glazed bear paw, he immediately felt warmth flood his limbs, strengthening his body from the inside out.

At that moment—

He truly understood what top-tier treatment meant.

This… was the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

And he was now one of them.

(End of Chapter)

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It's eight y'all

Goddamn my phone is burning,two more left