Chapter 7: Entering Qingyun!

“System, digitize a person identical to Cangsong,” Qian Mo instructed the system.

“Data digitization in progress… now projecting!”

A figure identical to Cangsong appeared before Qian Mo.

“Emperor Mo!” Cangsong knelt on one knee, bowing respectfully to Qian Mo.

Qian Mo transmitted Cangsong’s memories and insights into the mind of the digital Cangsong. “From now on, you are truly Cangsong, the one and only. Just return to the sect and act as usual. You may address me as Qian Mo in private.”

Cangsong received the memories and insights and responded, “Yes, Emperor Mo!” With those words, his figure vanished.

Grass Temple Village

The former peace was long gone. Now, only blood and corpses covered the ground, a suffocating atmosphere lingering in the air.

Inside the dilapidated grass temple lay two people: Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu.

“System, rewrite their memories so that I was their childhood playmate,” Qian Mo said, looking at the two on the ground—laying a precaution to avoid future suspicion from Dao Xuan or others.

“System, can you fully fuse the Bloodthirst Bead with Zhang Xiaofan?”

“Yes! Proceed with the fusion?”

“Yes,” Qian Mo replied coolly.

Watching as the Bloodthirst Bead gradually merged with Zhang Xiaofan, the deathly and demonic aura within the bead dissipated. “Now that I’ve returned the Bloodthirst Bead to you, our karmic connection is settled. As for your future lovers, I’ll be taking them all.” After finishing everything, Qian Mo found a place to fall into a deep sleep.

…

Outside

“It seems we’re still a step too late. Such cruelty—to wipe out the entire village. Let’s go down and see if there are any survivors,” Tian Buyi said from above, gazing at the scene below and addressing his disciples.

“Yes, Master!” the disciples replied.

When the group reached the ground, they exclaimed, “How pitiful! All gone…”

“Master, three children are still alive here!” a voice called out from within the grass temple.

“Quickly, bring them back,” Tian Buyi commanded urgently.

…

High Above

“Uh! Where am I? Ah! Help! I’m falling! Wasn’t I in the village? How did I end up here?” Qian Mo opened his eyes, feigning panic.

“Don’t be afraid, little brother. I’m a disciple of Qingyun Sect. Something happened in your village, and my master happened to pass by and saved you,” Song Daren comforted him.

“What about Xiaofan and Jingyu?” Qian Mo asked.

“Don’t worry, they’re just unconscious. There’s no danger.”

“I see. Are we going to Qingyun Sect now? Can I join the sect? I want to learn martial arts. I’ve been an orphan since childhood—only Xiaofan and Jingyu are my friends,” Qian Mo said pitifully.

Everyone’s faces showed sympathy and sadness. “Don’t worry, you’ll definitely be accepted. Our master is a good man,” one disciple blurted out.

“Mhm.”

…

Qingyun Sect

Perched atop the lofty peaks, the sect was adorned with exquisite rainbow bridges and massive stone arches. Below lay a bottomless abyss, certain death for any who fell. The clear spiritual energy made the air fresh and life comfortable. There were mountains, forests, water, and color—everything one could wish for.

The group arrived at the main peak, the residence of Dao Xuan, head of Qingyun Sect.

Sensing their arrival, a gigantic beast emerged from the river to their left—known as the Water Qilin, the sect’s guardian spirit beast, nicknamed “Spirit Sovereign.”

The Water Qilin was tall and imposing, with whiskers streaming forward and scales covering its antlers. To call it a qilin was perhaps less apt than to call it a dragon.

“If only such a colossal qilin could be my mount—how imposing that would be!” Qian Mo thought to himself, eyeing the majestic beast. “I recall my own small world has a qilin too. Once it matures, it shouldn’t be weaker than this one.”

“Spirit Sovereign, these are the ones the sect leader wishes to see,” Song Daren said respectfully.

Spirit Sovereign glared at him, glanced at the others, snorted, and returned to the water.

In the Main Hall

The seven heads of the sect’s branches were gathered, discussing the Grass Temple Village tragedy. Among them, the most conspicuous and rotund was Tian Buyi; at the center, in blue robes, white hair, green boots, and exuding immense authority, sat Dao Xuan, the sect leader.

“Senior brother, these three children are the last survivors of the Grass Temple Village massacre,” Tian Buyi explained.

“Alas! Such a fine village, and now only three children remain,” Dao Xuan sighed, pity glimmering in his eyes.

Lin Jingyu was the first to kneel, begging, “Master, we’ve heard that Qingyun Sect is just and righteous. With your great powers, surely you can help us. Only the three of us are left now.”

“Yes! Please, Master, help us!” Zhang Xiaofan also knelt, pleading.

Qian Mo knelt as well. Though reluctant, he endured for the sake of the Heavenly Book.

The elders looked Lin Jingyu over—his bone structure was excellent, perfect for martial training. Zhang Xiaofan, on the other hand, was quite ordinary, which made them shake their heads. When their eyes fell on Qian Mo, who seemed unremarkable, they were surprised to find his body particularly resilient.

“I sense that Lin Jingyu is fated with my Dragon Peak, so I’ll take him as my disciple,” Cangsong spoke first, casting a respectful glance at Qian Mo. The others did not notice.

“Fated? Fated? You always say that! Last time and this time too! The other peaks have so many people, but our Bamboo Peak is always short,” Tian Buyi protested angrily.

“Ahem! Enough, stop arguing. Since they’re here, let them choose for themselves,” Dao Xuan declared.

“That’s good! Still, it’s better not to have them all under one branch. Otherwise, memories of vengeance might hinder their cultivation,” one elder suggested.

“Quite right!”

…

In the end, just as in the original story, Zhang Xiaofan joined Bamboo Peak, Lin Jingyu entered Dragon Peak, and Qian Mo was chosen by Dao Xuan himself, who hadn’t accepted a disciple in many years.

“Ding! Congratulations, host, on becoming a disciple of Dao Xuan of Qingyun. You are awarded one lottery draw. Would you like to use it?” A voice sounded in Qian Mo’s mind.

“Well, that was effortless! Another draw—yes!” Qian Mo replied with a happy grin.

“Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Grand Reincarnation Technique.”

Grand Reincarnation Technique: Originating from Emperor Yankan, this method allows the practitioner to perceive the Great Dao of Reincarnation and create techniques. Further exploration is required.

“Wow, amazing! It’s actually the Grand Reincarnation Technique. System, what kind of existence is Emperor Yankan?” Qian Mo asked curiously—the name alone sounded terrifying.

“Emperor Yankan is a being above transcendence, far beyond what you can comprehend now. Focus on your current path. Perhaps one day, when you reach the Eleventh Realm of the Myriad Worlds, you’ll meet him,” the system replied coldly.

“So, is Emperor Yankan beyond the Eleventh Realm of the Myriad Worlds?” Qian Mo asked cautiously.

“Yes.”

“Good heavens! Never mind, I’ll just focus on myself.”

Qian Mo followed Dao Xuan into his quarters.

(End of this chapter)