“This can’t be!”
Lin Qingyue was completely confused.
According to the books, a Yellow-grade spiritual root needed spirit stones to activate before soone could sense spiritual energy and start their cultivation journey.
But when she was just ten years old, she had already sensed spiritual energy on her own, even forming a small amount inside her body. That gave her confidence—she believed she could join any sect. But now…
“This isn’t a mistake. Your spiritual root is too weak. You’re not fit to enter the sect.”
The female cultivator’s voice was cold. Earlier, she had been polite because Lin Qingyue had an unusual presence—maybe she could have even beco an inner disciple. But now, all interest was gone.
But the results were in: just a useless spiritual root. No need for courtesy now.
A woman below the platform sneered mockingly, “I thought she was a flawless jade—turns out she’s a piece of trash!”
Another chid in, “Heh, so what if she’s pretty? Still just a mortal.”
“Why don’t you get off the stage already? The fairies of Qingyun Sect don’t make mistakes. No talent ans no talent—why linger up there?”
“People should know their place. Cultivation isn’t sothing you’re worthy of! Heh, go back ho and farm!”
The insults ca like a heavy rainstorm.
Pain flickered in Lin Qingyue’s eyes. She wanted to believe the test was wrong, but the harsh truth crushed her last bit of hope.
The test couldn’t be mistaken—no one had a reason to lie to her.
All this ti, she had been fooling herself, dreaming of joining a top sect when even an average one wouldn’t accept her.
She stepped down from the platform, laughing bitterly at herself.
As a child, her talent had made her long for the immortal path.
She had never bragged, but deep inside, she had hoped to shine.
Now, reality had completely shattered that dream.
“Why did this have to happen?”
Without talent, she wouldn’t have co here, wouldn’t have yearned for things beyond her reach.
The dream was over—it was ti to face reality.
Right now, Lin Qingyue wanted nothing more than to leave, find a quiet corner, and cry her heart out.
With that thought, she bumped headfirst into sothing soft. Looking up, she saw a woman in a black dress.
The woman rubbed her swaying chest where she’d been hit, smiling faintly. “Little girl, are you upset about not being able to cultivate? Big sister can help you…”
Lin Qingyue’s eyes flickered, but she stayed silent. She knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.
Sure enough, the black-dressed woman circled her, eyes narrowing into crescents.
“Actually, a useless spiritual root isn’t uncultivatable—it just takes too many resources, far more than the return is worth. They don’t want to bother with you, but I do…”
Lin Qingyue’s body jolted. Even knowing there’d be a price, she couldn’t help but waver.
“Fairy, you…”
The woman said, “Join the He Huan Sect, sign a contract with , and I’ll guide you onto the immortal path.”
He Huan Sect? A contract?
Lin Qingyue frowned, puzzled.
The woman produced a scroll. Lin Qingyue took it, her face growing grimr as she read.
Not only did won covet n—n coveted won too. Beauty beyond a certain point made anything possible.
The black-dressed woman was drawn to Lin Qingyue’s aloof elegance—a beauty that could stir any man’s heart.
Imagine, in this female-dominated world, trampling the dignity of a cold, proud woman—how thrilling would that be?
Plenty of wealthy n would pay for her. If she could be tad as a pet…
Seducing n? Gathering wealth for the sect? Wasn’t that just like a brothel worker?
Lin Qingyue’s face flushed with anger. She sought cultivation to change her fate—how could she stoop to this?
“Shaless!”
She knew she was beautiful, even enough to draw reserved n’s pursuit, but trading her body for a path to immortality? She scorned the very idea.
Hearing her response, the woman’s smile vanished, her tone turning icy. “You think you can refuse?”
Lin Qingyue flinched, her face paling instantly. “This is inside the city—do you dare touch ?”
The woman sneered. “That’s just a rule for mortals. You think I care?”
Righteous sects minded their reputations, but they were He Huan Sect!
She reached out, intent on dragging her away by force.
Panic flashed in Lin Qingyue’s eyes. Rather than be forced into that, she’d sooner die!
Just as she braced to fight to the death, Su Yan arrived at the plaza. Spotting the girl’s standout aura, he quickly locked onto his target.
“So blind fool dares to ss with my junior sister!?”
Seeing Lin Qingyue’s ashen face, Su Yan pieced it together in an instant. He stepped forward to intervene, but three options popped up before him.
[Option 1: Beat up the He Huan Sect cultivator and rescue your future Little Junior Sister. (Reward: Binding Immortal Rope—Counterfeit Version)]
[Option 2: Walk over and taunt the He Huan cultivator: “Bullying a woman—what’s that about? Co face head-on if you’ve got the guts!” (Reward: High-Grade Spiritual Weapon, Blazing Fire Sword)]
[Option 3: Do nothing, just watch from the sidelines. (Reward: Spiritual Power 3)]
“Uh, this…?”
Su Yan stared at the system’s options, montarily dumbfounded.
By the rule of tougher tasks yielding better rewards, Option 1 was clearly trouble.
The Binding Immortal Rope was a fad treasure from myths, its power scaling with the user’s strength, boasting legendary feats.
Even labeled a counterfeit, it wasn’t sothing ordinary treasures could rival.
But Su Yan could figure it out with his toes—beat her up, and soon her whole extended family would show up.
Take down the young one, and the elders would co, leaving him in deep trouble.
With his looks and physique, if Master’s divine sense couldn’t hold up, he’d be toast.
His gaze shifted to Option 2. A High-Grade Spiritual Weapon, Blazing Fire Sword?
It seed fire-aligned, clashing with his attributes, but spiritual weapons were insanely rare—only Golden Core cultivators wielded them. He really wanted it!
Just one flirty taunt in public for a spiritual weapon—admittedly, Su Yan was tempted.
But…
“No way!”
After careful thought, he squashed the urge. The risk was too high.
If the woman took a fancy to him and he resisted, what if they ca to blows?
Su Yan opted to watch from the sidelines—not out of indifference, but to assess the situation.
Charging in headfirst wasn’t smart. He’d see how things unfolded. If it hit rock bottom, he’d have no choice but to step up.
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