59: Chapter 59 The First Offspring at the First Level of Qi Refining, A Chance to Win a Prize!

Three beams of light converged at a single point, shooting toward the distorted space in the center of the valley.

"Hum."

The space shook violently, and a light gate slowly coalesced into shape.

Inside the light gate, clouds and mist swirled, making it impossible to see clearly, yet it emanated an extremely dense Spiritual Qi fluctuation.

"The Secret Realm is open. Qi Refining Cultivators, enter!"

At the command, the Disciples of the Three Great Sects and the Golden Core Families at the very front moved first, transforming into streaks of light as they vanished into the light gate.

Following them were the False Core Families, the Foundation Establishment Families...

Ye Changge looked at Ye Mingyuan, Ye Changfeng, and the others, saying in a deep voice, "Be careful in everything."

"Old Ancestor, rest assured!"

The three cupped their fists, turned to join the crowd, and flew toward the light gate.

Su Xiaotang took one last look at Ye Changge, nodded vigorously, and followed them.

In less than half an incense stick of time, hundreds of Qi Refining Cultivators had all entered the Secret Realm.

The light gate slowly shrank, eventually turning into a speck of faint light, and vanished.

The entrance to the Secret Realm returned to calm, leaving behind only the Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had escorted their families, as well as some Loose Cultivators who harbored hopes of picking up scraps when the Secret Realm closed.

Ye Changge had no intention of staying long.

The Secret Realm would last for three months; he could not keep watch here the entire time.

It was a good Opportunity to visit the Lingxiao Sect.

Ye Changge rode on Xiaojin's broad back, flying toward the direction of the Lingxiao Sect.

He took out a jade slip for communication and injected Spiritual Qi into it: "Fairy Xia, I am currently heading to the Lingxiao Sect. Are you free?"

Not long after, a reply came from the jade slip: "Fellow Daoist Li, please come. Qingyue has been in the Sect these past few days."

Ye Changge smiled slightly. Just as he was about to put away the jade slip, a notification sounded in his mind.

【Ding! Congratulations to the Host, your first offspring has broken through to the First Stage of Qi Refining! You have received one lucky draw Opportunity!】

"Hmm? Has Bufan broken through to the First Stage of Qi Refining?"

Ye Changge felt a surge of joy. This speed was much faster than he had anticipated.

It seemed that cultivating in a Sect like the Lingxiao Sect was indeed incomparable to a Family.

Meanwhile, on Lingxiao Sect's Ningyue Peak.

Meng Qingcheng lay reclining on an ice couch. She wore a simple white dress, her appearance breathtakingly beautiful, with the unique majesty and coldness of one who has long held a high position between her brows.

She was resting with her eyes closed when she suddenly heard rapid footsteps approaching from afar.

She frowned slightly.

The only person who would dare to run around so recklessly on her Ningyue Peak was that brat.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, an eight-year-old boy ran in panting, his eyes full of excitement.

"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"

Meng Qingcheng opened her eyes and said crossly, "How many times have I told you? Walk softly and slowly on the peak; do not be so impetuous."

Ye Bufan scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, Grandmaster, I am just too happy!"

Watching his innocent and lively demeanor, the slight displeasure in Meng Qingcheng's heart dissipated.

For some reason, Meng Qingcheng was not as indifferent toward this little boy as she was toward other men.

She always felt a certain indescribable sense of familiarity in his features, which inexplicably gave rise to a trace of affection in her heart.

However...

"Sigh." Meng Qingcheng sighed inwardly, "What a pity. His Heart-Nature is pure and kind, and his character is upright, yet he only has a Ninth-Grade Spirit Root..."

On the path of immortal cultivation, the Spiritual Root determines one's upper limit.

With a Ninth-Grade Spirit Root, without a great Opportunity, he would likely struggle to even achieve Foundation Establishment in this life.

Ye Bufan was already accustomed to this Grandmaster's cold nature.

He ran to the front of the ice couch, stopped below Meng Qingcheng's jade-like legs, looked up with his little face, and said happily: "Grandmaster! Grandmaster! I have broken through to the First Stage of Qi Refining! Revered Master said that when I reach the Mid Qi Refining Stage, she will teach me sword techniques!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingcheng found it somewhat amusing.

When she cultivated back then, it only took her a few days to draw Qi into her body, and she reached the First Stage of Qi Refining in less than a month.

Unlike this brat, who had taken so long to barely make a Breakthrough.

However, she did not discourage him, simply giving a faint "Hmm" and saying, "You are reasonably diligent. Continue your efforts."

At this moment, Xia Qingyue also walked in, dressed in a moon-white dress, her temperament as cold and clear as the moon.

"Revered Master."

Meng Qingcheng looked at her: "Qingyue, is something the matter?"

"This Disciple wishes to go out for a few days."

Xia Qingyue's voice remained cold, but if one listened carefully, it carried a trace of an indiscernible strangeness.

"Hmm? Didn't you just return from a mission a few days ago? Why do you want to go out again?" Meng Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly.

Xia Qingyue paused and said softly: "Disciple... has some matters to attend to."

Seeing her Disciple's expression, Meng Qingcheng immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

She raised a slender jade finger toward Ye Bufan and asked, "Is it because his father has come to find you again?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Bufan's eyes immediately lit up.

"Junior Martial Uncle, is Daddy coming to see me?"

Xia Qingyue nodded.

Meng Qingcheng gave a soft "Tsk."

She had always viewed men as filthy objects and never interacted with male Cultivators unless necessary.

Knowing that her pure and unsullied Disciple was going to see another man again, she felt an indescribable sense of discomfort in her heart.

Yet, she could not easily stop this, as it was a requirement for her Disciple's Cultivation Technique.

Come to think of it, she even had to thank the other party for his help.

"Forget it. You are grown up now. I am helpless regarding this Cultivation Technique; you can only rely on your own comprehension." Meng Qingcheng sighed softly.

Xia Qingyue lowered her head: "Qingyue understands..."

She hesitated for a moment, then asked softly: "Revered Master, this Disciple has one more question."

"Speak."

"It is just... is Qingyue pretty?" Xia Qingyue stammered.

Meng Qingcheng was stunned: "???"

"Why are you asking this?"

She rarely showed such astonishment.

How had her Disciple, who had always been pure of heart and desire, focused solely on the Dao, suddenly started caring about her appearance?

"N-nothing, this Disciple just asked casually." Xia Qingyue's fair cheeks flushed slightly as she said in a low voice.

Ye Bufan, who was standing to the side, saw this and suddenly remembered what his father had taught him.

"Girls should be complimented often; no matter how old they are, they like to hear people say they are pretty."

He immediately took a step forward and cupped his hands.

"Junior Martial Uncle is the prettiest."

Watching this scene, Meng Qingcheng felt more and more that her Disciple was likely to be deceived.

She cleared her throat and said sternly: "Qingyue, your appearance is naturally excellent. But you must remember, for a Cultivator, physical appearance is merely an external object; beauty will eventually turn to bones. Only cultivation is the foundation for standing firm."

Xia Qingyue nodded: "Qingyue understands."

"Go." Meng Qingcheng waved her hand.

Xia Qingyue led Ye Bufan out of the quiet room.

After the two left, Meng Qingcheng leaned alone on the ice couch, looking at the flowing clouds outside the window, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

For some reason, she was reminded of those few days in that cave several years ago...

Although she had always despised men and viewed desire as an obstacle to cultivation, she had to admit... the taste of those few days did not seem too bad.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, the youth's sturdy body and scorching breath would inexplicably intrude into her dreams.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Meng Qingcheng sat up straight abruptly, a rare blush appearing on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

"What am I thinking about!"