63: Chapter 63 I...I really want to improve.

Liu Weiwei stood at the door, having changed into clean clothes and recombed her hair; she had even applied a light layer of rouge, clearly having dressed up with care.

However, the rims of her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just cried, or as if she had been holding back tears for a long time.

At that moment, the System thoughtfully displayed Liu Weiwei's information:

[Name: Liu Weiwei]

[Age: 29 years old]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Perfection]

[Aptitude: Mystic Grade High-Rank Spiritual Root]

[Rating: 81 points]

“Fairy Weiwei, it's so late, is something the matter?” Xiao Ye leaned against the doorframe, asking despite already knowing the answer, a faint, ambiguous smirk playing on his lips.

Liu Weiwei lowered her head, her fingers wringing the corner of her clothes. Her lips trembled for a long time before she finally squeezed out a sentence, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum:

“Elder Xiao... I was immature before, I beg for your forgiveness.”

She looked up, her eyes watery as she bit her lip, emphasizing every word:

“I... I want to progress so badly.”

Xiao Ye looked at her face, which was written all over with 'regret' and 'desire.' He remained silent for two seconds, then stepped aside to make way, saying two words with a beaming smile:

“Come in.”

Liu Weiwei took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold.

Behind her, the courtyard gate closed with a "creak."

Moonlight spilled into the small courtyard, quiet and peaceful, with only the rustling of wind through the leaves.

As for what happened behind the door—

That wasn't something the moon needed to worry about.

Ding— Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Seven Stars Sword Array ×1, old bull also rises ×1, Spirit Stones ×1000!

“Holy crap, the Seven Stars Sword Array?” Xiao Ye's eyes lit up, and he nearly jumped out of his chair.

This System really wanted him to aspire to be a sword-man! First Sword Intent, then a sword technique, and now a sword array—he’d be letting the System's favoritism down if he didn't become a sword-man!

He now seriously suspected that the System had secretly given him a hidden 'Sword-man' quest.

“And this... old bull also rises? What on earth is this?”

Xiao Ye clicked on the item description, and a line of small text popped up—

[old bull also rises: A potent Medicinal Pill. Effects last one night after consumption. Efficacy: Eighteen rounds without falling; even a sow will do!]

Xiao Ye's mouth twitched, and he understood instantly.

This is a damn potent aphrodisiac! It's incredibly fierce; whoever eats it will be digging holes!

He felt a bit disgusted and wanted to put the pill away, but his fingers paused, and he changed his mind—though the name was a bit crude and the effect a bit wild, he had a faint feeling it might be very useful in the future.

Keep it; what if there's a day I need it?

He tucked the pill into his robes and was about to continue comprehending his Cultivation Technique when he suddenly felt the swaying on his body stop.

Xiao Ye looked down—Liu Weiwei was slumped on his chest, motionless.

“Smack—”

He slapped a certain soft area, his tone carrying three parts dissatisfaction, three parts urging, and three parts entitlement:

“What are you doing? Don't be lazy, keep swaying!”

Liu Weiwei's face turned red. Biting her lip, she aggrievedly began a new round.

Xiao Ye leaned back against the chair, squinting his eyes as he let out a comfortable sigh.

This life is truly refreshing~

Early the next morning, Xiao Ye stretched refreshedly and looked down—yep, the "weapon" had been well-maintained.

Xiao Ye didn't go back on his word. He fished out two round and full Perfect Foundation Establishment Pills from his robes and stuffed them into her hand: “Take them, two pills. That extra one is a reward for your performance just now—especially those last few movements, they were very on point.”

Liu Weiwei's face was red enough to drip blood. She took the pills and whispered like a mosquito: “Th... thank you, I'll go back to Breakthrough now.”

After saying that, she turned and ran, her pace so fast it was as if a dog were chasing her.

Xiao Ye leaned against the headboard, watching her fleeing figure. He grinned and muttered to himself: “Why run so fast? I don't eat people—oh wait, I think I ate last night.”

He flopped back onto the pillow, hands behind his head, smacking his lips with satisfaction.

————

Time passed quickly, and half a month went by.

The day of the Top Hundred Trials finally arrived. Xiao Ye rarely woke up early, but he got ready and sauntered toward the Sect Plaza.

When he arrived, the plaza was already filled with the Top Hundred Disciples—a dense sea of people, each looking spirited and eager, like a bunch of fighting cocks waiting to go to the battlefield.

Xiao Ye walked slowly into the plaza, instantly drawing a wave of attention.

“Isn't that Elder Xiao? What is he doing here?”

“Who knows, probably here to watch the fun.”

“Watch the fun? Coming all the way here early in the morning just to watch the fun? This Elder is really bored.”

Xiao Ye turned a deaf ear, his gaze scanning the crowd until it suddenly stopped.

Oho, Zuo Ya was there too.

He hadn't paid attention during the Great Competition; he didn't expect her to make it into the Top Hundred as well. But on second thought, with her Foundation Establishment Stage 3 cultivation, making the Top Hundred was only natural. It would be news if she didn't make it.

Zuo Ya also saw Xiao Ye. She tilted her head high, her chin nearly pointing to the sky, her eyes filled with the sentiment: 'Even without the purple sun pill, this Young Miss still made it into the Top Hundred.' She was as proud as a peacock that had won a battle.

Xiao Ye ignored her directly—it wasn't that he didn't see her, he just couldn't be bothered.

His gaze had already landed on another figure, and his lips curled up involuntarily.

“Brother Ye! Why are you here?”

Luo Zhiyi jogged over, her face full of surprise and her eyes sparkling as if she had found money.

“I came to see you,” Xiao Ye said with a smile. “Well? Are you happy?”

“Ah~ I'm happy!” Luo Zhiyi smiled like a blooming flower. Suddenly remembering something, she pulled out that Spiritual Artifact spear from behind her back and handed it over with both hands, “Right, I'm returning this spear. Thanks for lending me the Spiritual Artifact, Brother Ye; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have made it into the Top Hundred.”

Xiao Ye didn't take it, waving his hand instead: “I have another one, you keep using this for now. Return it to me after the trials end.”

Give it away? That was impossible. Xiao Ye wasn't a simp; how could he just give away a Spiritual Artifact? Unless he had other designs—oh wait, other plans.

Hearing that he had another one, Luo Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then her face turned slightly red as she took the spear back, whispering coyly, “Hooligan!”

While they were chatting, several figures flew in from the distance.

The other four Supervising Elders had arrived, among whom were Luo Li and Zi Yun.

Xiao Ye spotted Zi Yun and immediately called out: “Why are you here?”

Zi Yun landed in front of him, arms crossed, with a half-smile: “I'm a Supervising Elder too. Otherwise, how did you think you managed to sneak in?”

Xiao Ye: “...Fine, I'll give it to you, you're impressive.”

Luo Li followed behind, sizing Xiao Ye up before asking gruffly: “Xiao Yun, aren't you going to introduce us?”