Volume 1, Chapter 94 – Ye Ling’er, the Rebellious Disciple Who Covets Her Master

“Heavens… Am I dreaming?”

A disciple who had only broken through to the seventh layer of Qi Refinement yesterday cried out in astonishment. He even pinched his thigh hard.

“Double the resources… J-Just how many spirit stones and pills is that?”

Another disciple’s eyes gleamed.

“I heard that even the core disciples of the Qingyun Sacred Land receive only five hundred low-grade spirit stones each month, and they still have to exchange contribution points for pills…”

Someone spoke in a low voice, the comparison filling his tone with disbelief.

“The monthly allowance of our Yaochi Immortal Palace’s outer sect disciples is almost equal to that of their core disciples now, isn’t it?”

“More than equal! Don’t forget that we also have the Myriad-Phenomena Tower! How could they possess such a heaven-defying treasure?”

Discussions rose and fell throughout the crowd. Every disciple’s face was filled with excitement and pride.

The mortal disciples who came from ordinary or even impoverished families felt it most deeply.

When had they ever seen such an enormous quantity of resources?

Before joining the Immortal Palace, a single low-grade spirit stone would have been enough to become a family heirloom. As for pills, they had never even seen one before.

But now…

Ye Ling’er stood in the formation, tightly clutching the Storage Pouch she had just received.

She swept her divine sense through it and immediately sensed the small mountain of spirit stones inside, as well as the rich medicinal fragrance emanating from several jade bottles.

By a rough estimate, the resources for this month alone were worth far more than what the Ye family’s core disciples received.

No, perhaps even the direct-line geniuses of the Ye family’s main branch did not enjoy such treatment!

And all of this was simply because she had joined Yaochi Immortal Palace and become Master’s disciple.

Her gaze involuntarily turned once more toward the peerless figure at the center of the raised platform.

Master had not only given her a new life when she was at her most desperate, but had also bestowed upon her a supreme cultivation technique and forcefully settled her karmic ties with her family.

Now, Master was pouring such vast resources into every disciple without the slightest hesitation.

Powerful, gentle, fiercely protective, beautiful, and incredibly wealthy…

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Ye Ling’er felt a wave of heat surge up from the depths of her heart and rush straight to her eyes.

She hurriedly lowered her head, afraid that someone might notice the faint redness around them.

Yet her heart refused to obey her, pounding rapidly and loudly in her chest.

One scene after another flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

Master’s peerless bearing when she tore open space and descended into Ye Ling’er’s courtyard!

Master’s overwhelming dominance when she casually erased Ye Zhenyue!

Master shielding her from behind and looking down upon the Azure Dragon Guards as she declared, “Then they can all die.”

The momentary stiffness and helplessness Master showed when Ye Ling’er embraced her above Tianfeng City!

And Master’s words…

“You are mine.”

How could Ye Ling’er, who had never experienced romance, possibly withstand all these beautiful memories intertwining within her mind?

“Master…”

Ye Ling’er silently repeated the word in her heart.

A scorching emotion surged and crashed within her chest.

She had suffered cold looks since childhood because of her constitution, making her more sensitive and delicate than others her age.

In the past, she had regarded the stories in mundane romance tales about heroes rescuing beauties and the rescued women giving their hearts in return as vague and unrealistic.

But now…

When the “hero” in those stories had become an immortal maiden as peerlessly beautiful, powerful, and gentle as Master…

When the person being rescued and protected had become Ye Ling’er herself…

Her cheeks grew hotter and hotter. Even her ice-blue hair seemed unable to conceal the blush spreading across her face.

She could even feel strange changes taking place within her body.

Scenes she had once encountered only in illustrated storybooks now surfaced uncontrollably in her mind.

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For example… drinking together beneath the moon, and after Master became slightly tipsy… carrying Master back to her room…

Or… after Ye Ling’er’s cultivation advanced greatly and Master became delighted… Master pulling her into an embrace…

Or… things that went even further than that…

“Slap!”

Ye Ling’er fiercely slapped herself in her mind, forcibly cutting off those increasingly outrageous fantasies.

Her cheeks turned even redder, like a fully ripened apple.

“Junior Sister Ye? What’s wrong? Why is your face so red?”

Zhao Ling’er was straightforward and warmhearted. The new junior sister was not only exceptionally beautiful, but also shared a similar name with her, so Zhao Ling’er had long wanted to become closer to her.

Now that she saw Ye Ling’er blushing so abnormally, she naturally asked out of concern.

“N-No! Nothing!”

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Ye Ling’er abruptly raised her head and waved her hands in a panic.

“I was just… just a little excited…”

She found the most reasonable excuse she could, but guilt made her voice somewhat unsteady.

Hearing this, Zhao Ling’er nodded with deep understanding, excitement appearing on her own face as well.

“Exactly! The Palace Master treats us incredibly well!”

“I heard that disciples of other sects fight until their heads bleed over the smallest amount of resources. Who else would simply… double everyone’s allocation like this?”

“And there is the Myriad-Phenomena Tower!”

“My Master said that a treasure capable of altering the flow of time would be enough to cause a bloody storm if it appeared in the outside world!”

“Yet the Palace Master has opened it directly to every disciple… Such generosity, such breadth of spirit…”

The more Zhao Ling’er spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes brimming with admiration.

Her words resonated with the other disciples nearby.

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Wang Teng rubbed his nose and said in his deep, muffled voice,

“When I was still at home, Grandfather always said that cultivation sects were filled with schemes, intrigue, and people plotting against one another…”

“But after coming to Yaochi Immortal Palace… I finally learned that a cultivation sect could also be like this…”

His tone was complicated, filled with emotion and even greater gratitude.

Xiao Ya thought for a moment before calmly analyzing,

“Although the Palace Master’s actions will consume a tremendous amount of resources in the short term, they will greatly increase the disciples’ sense of belonging, loyalty, and cultivation progress.”

“More importantly, this also demonstrates the Immortal Palace’s unfathomable foundation and the Palace Master’s vision.”

Wang Teng nodded in agreement, his expression resolute.

Li Zhiwei and Murong Xue said nothing, but the faint light in their eyes revealed that their hearts were far from calm.

Standing at the very front of the formation, Gu Luoli turned her head slightly and glanced at the excited junior brothers and sisters discussing the matter behind her.

Then she looked toward her calm Master on the raised platform, and warmth likewise surged through her heart.

She had come from the Qingyun Sacred Land, so she understood the cruelty and darkness of cultivation sects better than anyone.

A junior brother or sister who shared a deep bond with you one moment might become the hidden hand that pushed you into the abyss the next.

Liu Ruyan stood beside Gu Luoli, watching the energetic young disciples.

Her eyes were filled with emotion.

In both of her previous lives, she had been only an insignificant person of mediocre talent. Because of her exceptionally beautiful appearance, she had encountered no shortage of trouble and unwanted entanglements.

Thus, she understood even more clearly how important a fiercely protective Master and a powerful sect were to a beautiful female cultivator.

On the raised platform, Gu Han took in every reaction from the disciples below.

She looked at their excited faces and their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The corners of her lips could not help curving upward.

She was a wealthy woman who possessed several million mid-grade spirit stones. This minor expense was merely a drop in the ocean to her.

What she wanted was a group of disciples who felt an absolute sense of belonging toward the Immortal Palace.

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She also wanted an elite force capable of following her to explore other worlds in the future.

“The resources have already been distributed to you!”

Gu Han slowly rose, her silver hair glowing faintly in the morning light.

“Whether you become dragons or worms over the next eight months will depend entirely on yourselves.”

“Do not disappoint me.”

“We will never fail the Palace Master!”

The disciples answered in unison, their powerful voices soaring into the clouds.

Afterward, under the guidance of the elders from each peak, the disciples left the plaza in an orderly manner.

Every one of them was eager for action and could hardly wait to begin cultivating immediately.

Ye Ling’er followed the crowd absentmindedly.

Her mind was still in chaos. Master’s figure and all those wild thoughts intertwined, leaving her flustered and restless.

“Junior Sister Ye!”

Zhao Ling’er caught up from behind and affectionately linked arms with her.

“Come on, come on! I’ll show you around the other parts of the Immortal Palace!”

“You only arrived yesterday, so there must still be plenty of places you haven’t seen!”

“They recently transplanted a field of Star Mist Flowers onto the eastern shore of Yaochi. They’re beautiful! They even glow at night!”

Ye Ling’er was pulled along by her, feeling somewhat helpless, but she could not bring herself to reject Zhao Ling’er’s kindness.

She could only suppress the chaotic thoughts in her heart and nod.

Even so, she could not resist secretly looking back at the raised platform receding into the distance.

Beneath the sunlight, Master’s figure could no longer be seen clearly.

Yet that cool, transcendent elegance had already been branded deep into Ye Ling’er’s heart, never to be erased.