74: Chapter 74 Arrival in Tai Xuan! Purple Moon Maid Arrives! Target: The Secret of All Characters!

Atop the divine throne, Ye Xuan leaned lazily against the back of the chair, playing with a crystal-clear jade cup in his hand.

Beside him, a young girl wearing a light purple short skirt and a white lace headband sat kneeling on a soft cushion with a look of grievance.

The skirt was specially modified by An Miaoyi, with a novel style and a hint of exotic flair, perfectly accentuating the girl's exquisite figure and clever, quirky temperament.

But for Ji Ziyue, this was simply a great humiliation.

"I am the little princess of the Ji Family... I am a future Immortal..."

Ji Ziyue muttered these words in her heart, trying to maintain her last bit of dignity.

However, she didn't dare stop her hands; she extended her slender fingers, picked up a glowing purple spiritual grape from the plate, and carefully peeled off the skin.

Seeing Ye Xuan's "lordly" appearance, Ji Ziyue felt a surge of malice.

"Hmph, let's see you bully me!"

Taking advantage of Ye Xuan not paying attention, she quietly circulated the pitifully small amount of Divine Power in her body, intending to inject it into the grape.

If he ate this, it wouldn't hurt him, but it would definitely explode, splashing fruit juice all over the face of this big Devil Head.

However.

Just as her fingers began to emit a faint light.

Ye Xuan's gaze drifted over lightly.

That look was calm and rippleless, yet it seemed to pierce through everything. Ji Ziyue felt a chill throughout her body, as if she were being stared at by a primordial Vicious Beast, and the Divine Power she had just gathered instantly dissipated.

"That... I saw this grape was a bit cold, so I wanted to warm it up for you..."

Ji Ziyue forced a smile onto her face that looked uglier than crying, and hurriedly handed the peeled grape to Ye Xuan's lips.

"Young Master, please enjoy."

Ye Xuan opened his mouth and ate it, the sweet juice bursting in his mouth.

"Next time, remember to peel it cleaner."

Ye Xuan commented indifferently.

"Yes..."

Ji Ziyue lowered her head, gritting her teeth, and frantically took notes in her mental ledger.

Nearby, Ye Fan and Pang Bo sat cross-legged on the edge of the Golden Path, watching this scene and slapping their thighs in laughter.

"Ye-zi, look at our sister Ziyue; she really does have a talent for being a maidservant."

Pang Bo said boisterously, a grass stem dangling from his mouth.

"Look at that craftsmanship, peeling it so smoothly. In the future, when I become a Great Power, I'll also go to a Holy Land and catch a Saintess to be my maid, specifically to roast meat for me."

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh either, nodding in agreement.

"Pang Bo, your ambition is quite grand. But I think Ziyue's outfit is quite unique; it looks much better than her previous purple robes."

Hearing the teasing from these two "followers," Ji Ziyue was so angry she wanted to pounce and bite them.

But seeing Ye Xuan's half-smiling expression, she could only swallow her anger and glare fiercely at the two.

"You two bandits! Just you wait!"

Amidst the banter of the group.

Ahead, a vast mountain range came into view.

Tai Xuan Sect had arrived.

This was a precious land overflowing with Spiritual Qi, where one hundred and eight main peaks rose from the ground. Some were shrouded in mist, some had flying waterfalls and flowing springs, and some were even brilliant with starlight, presenting a magnificent sight.

Each main peak represented a powerful Legacy, flourishing to the extreme.

"Is that the Tai Xuan Sect? It's truly grand."

Ye Fan stood up, looking at the rolling mountain range, a flash of shock in his eyes.

Compared to Lingxu Cave-Heaven and the Xuanyuan Sect, this Tai Xuan Sect indeed possessed the air of a great sect.

The Golden Path slowly descended.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Xuan did not lead them to those main peaks with the densest Spiritual Qi and the most magnificent palaces. Instead, he changed direction and headed straight for the most desolate and dilapidated-looking peak on the edge of the mountain range.

That peak was not high, covered in overgrown weeds, and didn't even have a proper mountain path.

A few old Taoist temples were hidden among withered vines and ancient trees, exuding an air of desolation.

"This is Zhuo Peak?"

Ji Ziyue recognized the place and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Big Devil Head, did you take the wrong path?"

She pointed to the distant peak that was brilliant with starlight and auspicious vapors.

"That one over there is Star Peak, one of the strongest main peaks of the Tai Xuan Sect, and it has some ties with our Ji Family. Why are you coming to this godforsaken Zhuo Peak instead of going to the perfectly good Star Peak?"

"The Legacy here has been broken for five hundred years; it's just a pile of weeds. Even rats wouldn't want to come here!"

Ye Xuan ignored her chatter and descended directly from the clouds.

Everyone landed on a square filled with rubble.

The environment here was indeed as desolate as Ji Ziyue had described.

Moss grew all over the stone steps, more than half of the halls had collapsed, and a musty smell filled the air.

Amidst these ruins, an old man dressed in gray coarse linen clothes was holding a rusty hoe, clearing weeds.

He looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with an aged face and dark skin. There wasn't the slightest ripple of Divine Power on him; he looked just like the most ordinary farmer in the fields.

"This is the Peak Master of Zhuo Peak?"

A flash of surprise crossed Yan Ruyu's beautiful eyes.

With her vision, she actually couldn't see anything special about this old man.

An Miaoyi also frowned slightly.

"Young Master, this old gentleman looks truly ordinary."

Only Ye Xuan.

He stood at the front of the group, his gaze falling on the old man, his expression rarely solemn.

In his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, although the Divine Power within this seemingly ordinary old man appeared dried up, there was a "momentum" that perfectly fused with heaven and earth.

Great wisdom appears as folly; great skill appears as clumsiness.

This was a true expert who had attained the Dao, needing only that one opportunity to soar to the heavens.

"Junior Ye Xuan greets Senior."

Ye Xuan stepped forward, not putting on the airs of a Dao-Cutting King, but instead performing a salute as an equal.

"I have heard that Zhuo Peak has an Immortal Legacy and have come specifically to see it."

The old man who was hoeing—Li Ruoyu—paused slightly in his movements.

He raised his somewhat clouded eyes, glanced at Ye Xuan, and then swept over Yan Ruyu and the others behind him, who possessed extraordinary Auras.

A flash of light crossed his eyes, which then returned to that dull appearance.

"Zhuo Peak has long since declined; there is no Legacy left."

Li Ruoyu's voice was hoarse, carrying the vicissitudes of time.

"A few broken houses, a mountain full of weeds. If you all wish to find a quiet place, it is no matter. But if you wish to seek the Dharma, I fear you have come to the wrong place."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

"Dharma lies in nature. Whether there is Dharma or not depends entirely on fate."

"I think this place is quite good."

Li Ruoyu looked deeply at Ye Xuan, nodded, and said no more.

"In that case, please suit yourselves."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and focused intently on dealing with those stubborn weeds.

Ye Xuan turned around, preparing to have everyone tidy up their living quarters.

Just then.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Several piercing sounds of breaking air shattered the tranquility of Zhuo Peak.

Several streaks of divine light flew from the distant, starlit main peak, landing aggressively on the square of Zhuo Peak.

They were several young Cultivators wearing starlit Taoist robes, each with their noses in the air and an arrogant demeanor.

"Oh, Junior Martial Uncle Li!"

The leading youth didn't even look at Ye Xuan and the others, speaking directly to Li Ruoyu in a sarcastic tone.

"What, is your dilapidated place actually recruiting new Disciples? After hundreds of years of no business, it's quite lively today."