Chapter 11. A girl who has just turned eighteen is lively and active...

Misty Peak. Inside Ye Bufan's sleeping quarters.

Ye Bufan lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling beams with vacant eyes, his expression dull.

His beloved cousin had actually been willing to throw herself into the tiger's den for his sake.

This was the second time in his life he had felt such humiliation; the first time was three years ago when Nalan Qingyi annulled their engagement.

"Lin Xiao!"

Ye Bufan's eyes turned red, his fists clenched tight, and he slammed a punch down onto the bed beneath him. Bed HP -1.

The mere thought of Lin Xiao holding Ye Qingwan while looking at him with a provocative expression drove Ye Bufan mad.

Yet, at this moment, he could only rage impotently, unable to do anything about Lin Xiao, much like the incompetent husbands in his study materials.

"Xiao Fan..." At this moment, a crisp, melodious female voice suddenly came from the storage ring on Ye Bufan's hand.

Ye Bufan was slightly taken aback.

Recalling how his Revered Master had refused to lend him power at that time, causing him to lose all face in front of Ye Qingwan, Ye Bufan immediately pulled a long face and angrily demanded, "Revered Master, where were you just now!"

"It's all because of you that I lost all my dignity in front of my cousin!"

Ye Bufan poured out all his grievances, seemingly hoping this would cover up his own incompetence.

A wisp of blue smoke rose curling from the storage ring, eventually transforming into a translucent phantom wearing a long white dress.

The woman was as beautiful as a painting, with slender willow-leaf eyebrows arching into her temples, starry eyes, and a gaze as clear as autumn water.

Even as a Soul, she remained graceful and naturally charming, a testament to the fact that she must have been an incredibly talented and peerless existence during her lifetime.

The woman's bosom was high and firm, her waist was as slender as a willow, and her jade-like legs were long and straight. She wore no shoes, and her bare, jade-like feet hovered in the air.

Her name was Master Yao Ling, originally a renowned Grandmaster of alchemy in the Upper Realm. Due to trusting the wrong people, she was betrayed by her Disciples in collusion with members of the Soul Sect, and now only a remnant Soul remained, residing within the storage ring.

She had exhausted her remaining Soul Power to forcibly break through the ring's barrier and send it to the Lower Realm, where it was eventually picked up by Ye Bufan, who possessed great Luck.

From then on, she absorbed his spiritual energy, turning Ye Bufan from a Prodigy of the Ye Family into a useless waste. Eventually, he was humiliated by an annulled engagement, forced to leave the Ye Family to seek Opportunities, and after seizing an Opportunity meant for the Teng Family Young Lord and crippling his cultivation, he caused the destruction of the Ye Family.

Regarding this matter, Master Yao Ling had always felt guilty.

She had originally wanted to advise Ye Bufan not to rely too much on her power, but seeing that he was in a fit of rage, she changed her tone: "Xiao Fan, listen to my explanation. Things are not as you think."

"It is not that your Revered Master did not want to intervene, but rather... I could not."

"That Lin Xiao has a special Physique. If I am not mistaken, he should possess the extremely rare Pure Yang Sacred Body, which is the ultimate counter to Yin spirits and ghosts."

"Therefore, to prevent him from discovering any clues, I had no choice but to let you suffer for a while..."

"Pure Yang Sacred Body?" Ye Bufan's expression shifted, his eyes widening as a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

He could tell that Ye Qingwan had always been deeply obsessed with revenge. If Lin Xiao possessed the Pure Yang Sacred Body, it was highly likely that Ye Qingwan would truly submit herself to Lin Xiao for the sake of revenge.

"No! I cannot let this happen!" Ye Bufan's eyes were bloodshot. "I want to become stronger! I must become stronger immediately! Revered Master, you must have a way, right?!"

Ye Bufan clenched his fists, his long, untrimmed nails digging into his palms once again.

Looking at Ye Bufan's frantic appearance, Master Yao Ling felt a complex mix of emotions.

She had originally intended to wait until Ye Bufan reached Foundation Establishment before taking him to that dangerous place. But now it seemed that if she didn't show Ye Bufan some hope, the child's Dao Heart would likely be completely destroyed.

"Very well." Master Yao Ling shook her head helplessly. "Your Revered Master had intended to wait until you reached Foundation Establishment before taking you to the Beiming Demon Tomb to seek an Opportunity, but since you are so eager to become stronger, then we shall set off in three days."

"Three thousand miles north of the Primordial Holy Land, there is a Forbidden Ground called the 'Beiming Demon Tomb.' It was once an ancient battlefield where countless powerful beings fell, and among them, there are no shortages of Legacies and treasures left behind by great Revered Masters."

"Although it is extremely dangerous and a place where death is far more likely than survival, it is currently the fastest way for you to achieve a Breakthrough."

Upon hearing about Legacies and treasures, the previously ashen face of Ye Bufan was instantly flushed with excitement, and the despondency in his eyes was swept away.

He did not hesitate, immediately kneeling on the ground and kowtowing heavily to the phantom in the air.

"Thank you, Revered Master, for your support! This Disciple knew that Revered Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain and that you would never abandon me!"

Ye Bufan lowered his head, his voice choked with emotion, appearing deeply moved. However, at an angle Master Yao Ling could not see, Ye Bufan's mouth curled slightly, and he muttered to himself: "Old hag, you're finally willing to take me to find an Opportunity! Wouldn't it have been easier if you had done this earlier?"

"Once I obtain the Legacy and return to my Peak, I will definitely repay today's humiliation a thousand, ten thousand times over!"

At the same time, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Lin Xiao's mind: [Ding! World line change detected!] [The Son of Luck, Ye Bufan, has been stimulated by the Host and will open the Beiming Demon Tomb instance early! Time: Three days later!]

Lin Xiao, who was in the middle of educational training with Xuan Ran, suddenly paused.

"Good grief, is this Ye Bufan made of springs? The harder he's pressed, the faster he rebounds?"

According to the original plot, Ye Bufan was supposed to stay low at Misty Peak until Foundation Establishment, get mocked by all sorts of random extras, and only then would he indignantly head to the Beiming Demon Tomb.

Seeing Lin Xiao stop suddenly, a hint of confusion flashed in Xuan Ran's watery eyes, assuming her Revered Master was just overworked and lacking stamina.

The next second, Xuan Ran made a bold decision. Her pearl-white teeth bit down gently on her red lips, a flash of determination and shyness in her eyes, and she immediately sat up, taking the initiative!

Lin Xiao regained his composure, looking at this dramatic scene before him, and raised his eyebrows slightly. It must be said, a girl who has just turned eighteen is truly lively and active...

After two full days of educational training with Xuan Ran, Lin Xiao walked out of his sleeping quarters, feeling refreshed.

At this moment, on the soft couch in his sleeping quarters, a white tiger was foaming at the mouth.

Lin Xiao, while adjusting his collar, walked along the bluestone path leading to the Main Peak, sighing to himself: A Daughter of Luck is truly a Daughter of Luck; even her physical constitution is much stronger than ordinary people. She is just so resilient!

Unlike that demoness from last time who practiced a technique that overdraws blood and Qi; I hadn't even investigated her much before she ran out of breath!

I wonder what it will be like once this girl fully recovers the memories of her past life...

Unknowingly, clouds and mist swirled around him. The towering Peak Revered Master's sleeping quarters were now right before his eyes.

With the token in his hand, Lin Xiao entered the hall without obstruction and walked toward the inner hall, familiar with the path.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a sharp and cold Sword Intent rushed toward him. Silver light flashed, and the cold gleam was like snow.

In the center of the courtyard, a beautiful figure dressed in moon-white sword robes was moving with the wind. Pei Qinghan held a top-grade spirit sword named "Frost Moon," the blade moving like a dragon and snake, her posture as graceful as a startled swan.

Every time she swung the sword, the high, towering Peaks hidden beneath the loose sword robes trembled along with her, making Lin Xiao feel a stir of excitement.

Lin Xiao stood at the corner of the corridor with his arms crossed in front of him, his gaze lingering unscrupulously on the two snow-capped mountains flying up and down.

As his mind stirred, Pei Qinghan's attribute panel immediately appeared before his eyes:

[Name: Pei Qinghan] [Identity: Peak Revered Master of Misty Peak, Primordial Holy Land] [Cultivation: Void Refining Late Stage] [Luck: Beiming Ice Soul Physique, Innate Sword Heart] [Submission Level: 50]

This was another function after the System upgrade: it could view the Submission Level of the Daughters of Luck toward him, making it easier for him to conquer them.

Lin Xiao rubbed his chin and chuckled inwardly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Revered Master, oh Revered Master." "Usually, you call me a Rebellious Disciple at every turn, putting on a cold, aloof front as if you wish to hack me into a thousand pieces." "But your delicate body is quite honest; your Submission Level has already soared to fifty." "Is this what they call 'tsundere'—the mouth says no, but the body is honest?"

In the center of the courtyard, although Pei Qinghan was dancing with her sword, her heart was already in chaos. The sword edge was sharp, but it lacked its usual clarity.

"This Rebellious Disciple... he has been missing for two full days, where did he run off to..." As soon as the thought arose, she was startled by herself and quickly spat lightly in her heart.

"Pei Qinghan, what nonsense are you thinking about!" "What does it matter to you where he goes? It would be better if he died outside, so I wouldn't have to be annoyed looking at him!"

Pei Qinghan swung her long sword violently, slicing a falling leaf in two, feeling extremely irritated.

"No, it's not that. I'm just afraid that he will cause trouble outside under the title of Chief Disciple of Misty Peak and ruin the reputation of my Misty Peak!" "Yes, that's it! It's not that I'm thinking about this Rebellious Disciple..."

The more Pei Qinghan thought, the more chaotic her heart became, and she completely lost the desire to practice swordplay. "Clang—" The long sword returned to its scabbard, emitting a clear, resonant sound.

Pei Qinghan put the long sword back into her Storage Pouch. As soon as she turned around, she saw a familiar figure leaning against the vermilion pillar of the corridor, staring at her chest with a wicked grin.

Pei Qinghan's pretty face instantly flushed with a rosy hue. "Re-, Rebellious Disciple! How did you get in?!"