The System Bound the Chapter 36 : That Seemed to Be My Maid

Chapter 36: That Seed to Be My Maid

The mont True Person Zhiying spoke those words, it was like a massive boulder crashing into a deep pool.

What it stirred up was not re ripples—it was a towering, sky-high wave!

It was not only the disciples around the plaza who had stretched their necks to watch the spectacle.

Even Sect Master Zhuge and the various elders, who had been striving to maintain dignified composure the entire ti, completely lost their restraint at this mont! Everyone’s gaze, as if pulled by invisible threads, once again snapped uniformly onto the short-haired girl who had claid to be a maid.

This ti, the looks of doubt and curiosity had been replaced by sothing far deeper—probing scrutiny and utter disbelief.

Why such shock?

Throughout the entire Nine-Xia Heavenly Sect, or rather, throughout the entire Cultivation World, who did not know of True Person Zhiying’s fearso reputation?

From the mont she reached the Foundation Establishnt Stage, she had road freely across all directions, slaying enemies across realms as casually as eating or drinking.

Her greatest reliance lay precisely in that mysterious, unfathomable art that made cultivators across the world both envy and fear—

Ti-based cultivation techniques!

What was even more terrifying was that this peerless genius had, by her own strength alone, fused the most elusive force of ti into her sword path, forging it into a sword technique that stood alone under heaven!

What kind of concept was this?

Ti-based techniques were universally acknowledged as the pinnacle of the Cultivation World—and also its most despair-inducing existence.

They could not be mastered through diligence or bitter training, but only through that vague and intangible thing called “comprehension”!

Among the great sects, there were always rumors that so place had produced a person who could vaguely sense the flow of ti—yet alas, without spiritual roots, they ultimately remained re mortals.

Yes, those capable of perceiving ti were already rarer than phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Yet the probability of such people possessing spiritual roots was no higher than that of ordinary folk.

It did not increase simply because of that perception.

Soone like True Person Zhiying—who possessed both the talent to comprehend ti and heaven-defying aptitude in the sword path—had odds so low that they were enough to drive any sect into despair!

And yet, Nine-Xia Heavenly Sect had inexplicably stumbled upon this overwhelming stroke of dog-shit luck, obtaining Zhiying, this once-in-hundreds-of-millions priceless treasure.

That was why, no matter how eccentric she was in daily life, no matter how much she flouted the rules, the sect—from top to bottom—was willing to turn a blind eye and indulge her temperant.

There was no other reason.

This treasure was simply too rare, too important!

And now, this treasure among treasures was actually claiming that she had found a successor?

A disciple who could likewise perceive ti, who could even comprehend her unfathomable heart thod and sword intent in a single go? And moreover… this child even possessed spiritual roots?!

What? Just Five Spiritual Roots?

Oh! And what did that matter!

Before the earth-shaking fact of “being able to inherit True Person Zhiying’s true legacy,” spiritual root aptitude was simply not worth ntioning! Did the sect lack those ager resources? Spend them! Spend them ruthlessly! Spiritual pills, heavenly treasures—supply them without restraint!

Even if she were truly a rotten log, there would be no shortage of people in the sect willing to pour cultivation into her through transmission and empowernt!

At the very least, they could pile her up to the Late Foundation Establishnt Stage!

In an instant, the atmosphere before the grand hall changed completely.

The fatigue, helplessness, and astonishnt on Sect Master Zhuge’s face and those of the elders vanished without a trace.

One by one, their eyes lit up, and the most benevolent, kind smiles piled unconsciously onto their faces—smiles wrapped around excitent and wild joy that nearly overflowed!

To a sect, geniuses were precious, yes—but what they feared even more was the loss of top-tier, unique techniques!

The three personally transmitted disciples that True Person Zhiying had previously taken in were each one-in-ten-thousand geniuses, yet not a single one had been able to truly inherit her core ti-based sword intent.

And now, this hope that the sect’s upper echelons had awaited for a hundred years—so even to the point of despair—had appeared in such an utterly unexpected way, on the body of a small Five-Spiritual-Roots maid!

This was no longer re surprise.

This was nothing short of auspicious fortune descending from the heavens!

……

Watching the great figures on the high platform grow so excited they were nearly losing their composure, Long Tao and Dong Jiayuan, these low-tier disciples, instead felt sowhat bewildered, unable to empathize at all.

And that was hardly their fault.

Any techniques or divine abilities at the Golden Core Stage or above were like stars in the sky to them—so distant that even dreaming about them felt extravagant.

Things like “ti-based sword intent” or “exclusive supre arts” sounded impressive enough, but exactly how impressive they were, or how difficult they were to inherit, they had no concept whatsoever.

Naturally, they could not feel the shock or the difference.

“Old Dong, looks like we were both completely wrong,” Long Tao smacked his lips, feeling sowhat deflated.

“She really is just a maid, relying on so special talent that has nothing to do with spiritual roots. Definitely not the Second Young Lady of the Zhu Family.”

“Yeah,” Dong Jiayuan also sighed, his brows knotting together.

“Now the range is huge. Qinglin Town is so big—there are plenty of maids and servant girls. Any household suddenly producing a Five-Spiritual-Roots one wouldn’t be strange. The key is, what kind of connection could the two of us possibly have with soone else’s maid? Trying to climb that relationship… the difficulty isn’t ordinary at all.”

Dong Jiayuan ca from a genuinely poor family.

Aside from his parents, he only had an elder brother and an elder sister—no life of being waited on by maids whatsoever.

Long Tao’s family was sowhat wealthier, but in Qinglin Town they were rely a branch family.

Aside from his parents and a younger sister, the household barely maintained appearances with a single little maid and an old steward.

The probability of sothing this heavenly falling into his own ho was so low that it had never even crossed his mind.

Just as the entire venue was afla with excitent and the upper echelons were surrounding the girl with warm concern, that “fortunate one,” who had kept her head lowered all this ti, finally turned around timidly under the benevolent gazes of the sect master and elders.

Although there was so distance, cultivators’ eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Almost simultaneously, Long Tao and Dong Jiayuan clearly saw that delicate yet incomparably familiar face!

The two of them froze on the spot as if struck by a fixation technique, eyes bulging wide.

“Lo… Long Tao…” Dong Jiayuan’s voice seed to be squeezed out of his throat, trembling with disbelief.

“Th-th-that… am I seeing things? Is that… is that your family’s Xiao Ying?”

“Old Dong…” Long Tao’s voice was no better—dry and hoarse.

“I also think my eyes might be playing tricks on … but it really seems… it’s fucking Xiao Ying!”

Their voices were pressed extrely low, drowned out by the surrounding clamor and drawing no attention.

Yet the two of them simultaneously rubbed their eyes hard, afraid that over-cultivation had caused hallucinations.

Xiao Ying!

The little maid from Long Tao’s household.

More precisely, Long Tao’s personal little maid.

She was a small refugee he had picked up in the wilderness when he was young—starved until she was nothing but skin and bones, yet her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Because after being brought back she always followed silently behind him like a little shadow, she eventually received the na “Xiao Ying.”

If not for the sect’s strict decree forbidding nial disciples from bringing servants, this little girl would probably have stayed by his side for all five of those years.

In fact… one of Long Tao’s ulterior motives for desperately striving to advance to the Outer Sect and urgently wanting a private courtyard was to sche whether he could soday find a way to bring her over and keep her hidden away…

But now…

The girl had indeed co.

Only in a way he could never have imagined, appearing under the focused spotlight of the very core of Nine-Xia Heavenly Sect’s power, in a posture that made his scalp go numb!

“F-first, don’t scare yourself,” Long Tao tried hard to stay calm, though his voice betrayed him.

“Maybe she just looks similar? The world is vast—nothing is impossible…”

“Enough, Long Tao. Stop deceiving yourself,” Dong Jiayuan cut him off, his tone far more certain.

“In the entire Qinglin Town, where else are you going to find a maid as pretty as Xiao Ying? Nine tis out of ten it’s her! Besides… didn’t we go back together two years ago? It hasn’t even been that long—how could we possibly be mistaken!”

The “two years ago” Dong Jiayuan referred to was when several of them, hotown natives of Qinglin Town, had painstakingly scraped together money to rent a battered cloud vessel, picked a day when everyone could rotate rest, and returned ho together to visit family.

Nine-Xia Heavenly Sect was not the kind of cold-blooded place where entering the immortal path ant severing all mortal ties.

As long as one completed the required sect tasks, disciples were allowed to return ho to visit relatives.

It was just that for nial disciples, long and flexible vacations were an extravagant luxury.

In five years since entering the sect, Long Tao had only gone back that single ti.

And on that return to their hotown, the two of them had naturally seen Xiao Ying.