The Second Mother of the East Extreme Pavilion Master lifted her ample chest, rising with the wind, and laughed softly.
“Shiyu, Clear Mist Peak is the green cloud bridge. Don’t mistake the way home.”
Nonsense, like she wouldn’t know?
Trying to give pressure with a scheming woman’s expression, huh!
Because the teacher wasn’t feeling well, the chief disciple of Mist-Hidden Peak sent her voice across the shore with qi, delivering it to the other side.
“Junior Sister Ji, whether it’s the First Seat or the Principal of Sword Dao Class, you can choose whichever great teacher to follow under my Mist Concealment Sect. Feel free to browse the sect manuals as you wish.”
Not to be outdone, the First Seat of Sunset Peak also shouted with a loud voice.
“Same for me!”
The Elder of First Peak grew anxious, cursing his shameless fellow disciples inwardly.
If the Sect Master were still here, even a Great Ascension Elder might make an exception to accept a disciple—how could these other first seats dare to boast so grandly?
“What… what should I do?”
Ji Shiyu swallowed, seeing everyone staring at her, all eyes on her, burning with intensity.
Wasn’t this supposed to be casual? How did it become a real promotion?
The original expectation was to advance next year.
By then, she would’ve reached Foundation Establishment and could have dominated by level alone—easy and enjoyable.
But now, why make such a big employment pressure out of it?
Ao Tian snorted in disdain.
Wasn’t this all the fool girl’s own fault?
They originally had plenty of time to lie low.
Now you’re trapped between wolves in front and tigers behind, with Xiao Xinran’s Three-Year Pact in full swing, the villainess Jing Tan’er fierce as a demon, and if you don’t keep up, the Father of Luck will be snatched away by other women before he even warms up!
“Is there even a need to think? Your dad is now neutral and no longer at Tianxiang Peak. It’s the perfect chance for us to go all out. The Sword Scripture of Zhuiyun is the most suitable technique for your Starburst Enhancement—offensive and defensive both.”
“He’s not my dad! Obviously, you recognized him! If Mother finds out, she’ll pluck all your black feathers!”
“Aotian Daren personally picked her husband for her. She’d be thrilled, not upset.”
“Keep boasting. If you get turned into a roast chicken, no one will save you.”
The Nine Heavens Phoenix Spirit randomly matched pairs, accidentally sharing a strand of Extreme Destiny, feeling quite proud.
Ji Shiyu, powerless to resist, scratched her head in thought.
But she actually preferred the pretty senior sisters of Clear Mist Peak.
After the bitter training of working and studying as a fallen mysterious girl, her affection for the kind-hearted Lady Boss had already surpassed the explosive Xiao Xinran.
Setting foot on the Azure Cloud Bridge was like entering a land of tenderness, where she could live with so many beautiful sword cultivator girls!
Guheheh…
Under Ge Lan’s excited gaze, Ji Shiyu unconsciously took a step toward Clear Mist Peak, making everyone’s hearts leap to their throats.
“I peck!”
“Ouch!”
Ji Shiyu swung her twin ponytails, shaking her head in distress, forced by pressure to detour.
On the Wind-Summoning Platform, the yellow-haired girl drew a circle, walking past all five cloud bridges as if teasing the five first seats.
But in the end, Ji Shiyu still listened to Aotian Mama, pecked by a sharp beak until her old shell hurt, and drooped as she walked up the golden cloud bridge.
Some people dreamed of joining First Peak but couldn’t, while others sighed as if mourning.
“What kind of expression is that? Joining my First Peak, are you still feeling wronged as the Heavenly High Young Lord?”
The Great Elder muttered inwardly, then looked smugly at the gritted-teeth first seats of Clear Mist and Sunset Peaks.
A double blessing!
The disciples of First Peak finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Though they missed out on Jing Tan’er, they still secured the more outstandingly talented Xiao Xinran and Ji Shiyu. Falling Cloud remained the strongest lineage of the Sea of Clouds.
But then, a red-robed girl followed Ji Shiyu onto the Wind-Summoning Platform. Her decisive movement stunned everyone.
Xiao Xinran’s face was gloomy, her delicate yet haggard features resolute.
She strode in the opposite direction of the golden-haired girl toward Juyun Peak, and before the Great Elder could formally announce the results, she threw herself onto the crimson cloud bridge.
You accepted Ji Shiyu and still want me to fulfill my promise? Dream on!
I and Yellow Hair cannot coexist under the same sky!
Happiness came too suddenly.
The First Seat of Sunset Peak burst out laughing, his chubby face blooming with joy as the red cloud bridge surged with blazing fire.
“Thank you, Senior Brother, for your generosity. I will definitely nurture Xinran carefully and accept her as my personal disciple.”
The Flame Master of Sunset Peak, with his fierce sword path, had long desired an Flame Princess Spirit Root for a millennium.
If not for the overbearing First Peak Senior Brother, how could he have let go?
“I…?”
The Great Elder almost spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly becoming difficult to maintain. He wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
What did his beloved disciple mean by this?
Wasn’t she promised since childhood to join his sect, with the best resources and no secret reservations?
Even the Sect Master was open for her to consult!
Now the little girl had run off without a word!?
The Five Peaks Elders were dumbfounded as well, unable to understand the situation, only knowing the Vice Sect Leader would have to change his wig again.
“….”
The Great Elder said nothing, his old face aging in an instant.
He silently turned back into the Dragon Subduing Hall, not even in the mood to declare an ending. How could a single word ‘miserable’ suffice?
The auspicious clouds dissipated, the sky bridges descended, and the Five Peaks once again vanished into the sea of clouds.
Thus, the Outer Sect Triumvirate, never seeing eye to eye, split into three among the Five Peaks, each going their own way, embarking on the path of Inner Sect Cultivation.
And both Ji Shiyu and Xiao Xinran successively broke Yun Liu’s Sighing Peak’s fastest promotion records.
Ge Lan was completely bewildered.
On one side was the silently thriving Mist-Hidden Peak, on the other, the joyous and lively Sunset Peak.
She could only complain with grievance.
“How did this happen? So I’m the only one who didn’t get soup this year?”
Little did she know, Clear Mist Peak was still the biggest winner—someone had already stabbed Little Master Aunt in the back and silently taken over the Shanhai Pavilion.
At the top of the treasure tower, the white-robed youth leaned on the railing under an umbrella, overlooking the scene, his fingers gently stroking the Shanhai Seal.
Here, the experienced ones hadn’t suffered repeated defeats but advanced step by step, steadily and securely, forsaking Sunset Peak to further themselves in Mist-Hidden Peak, with Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment promising for the future.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xinran, bound by the Three-Year Pact, was burning with rage with nowhere to vent, igniting Sunset Peak, and the Extreme Dao Female Yao awakened ahead of time.
The Burning Heaven Flames would only burn fiercer.
Only Yellow Hair and Sha Wu entered Falling Cloud Peak as they wished.
The mysterious girl’s mind slowly opened, and with a Formless Spiritual Root and the Sword Scripture of Zhuiyun, her goal was to become the second Sword Dao Leader.
How would the diverging paths of the three reunite?
Even Yun Liu was a little curious.
“Truly exciting.”
“Boss, you have a good eye. Compared to them, the Lady Boss is better. You two are destined for greatness.”
A mysterious, gentle smile.
Yun Liu smiled, unable to resist reaching out to pat the gold-ranked assassin’s forehead.
“You’ve done much for me. I, Yun, am very grateful. But I’m used to saying the harshest words upfront. Since you disrupted my plans, you must take responsibility. I have my own game rules—unless in special circumstances, you can’t act on your own again.”
“Received, received~”
The purple-robed girl squinted, smiling brilliantly, rubbing against the youth’s hand like a lazy kitten, clearly enjoying it.
That’s right.
What she wanted wasn’t just an obedient lackey, but someone to helm the Qi Luck of Dongji’s Tianwang.
Who says the Nine Pavilions of East Pole Province are the weakest?
Miss You bet everything on Juyun Peak—let’s see how the landscape of the Misty Realm looks in a hundred years.
No, perhaps it won’t even take a century…