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After driving Yun Ye away, Bai Tu retreated to his bedroom alone to adjust his breath. 

For the sake of helping his disciple dispel the demons last night, he had lost an ample cultivation base, requiring him a while to replenish his spiritual energy. 

Bai Tu inhaled a lungful of air and held his breath, adapting a solid concentration as he entered a meditative state.

The affair that took place last night, he naturally would not take it to heart since Yun Ye catered to no memories of it. Calculating the years of his past life, Bai Tu stayed in this world for almost a hundred years. With that said, the daunting accident of the night before was just a trifling matter in life. 

Besides, they were both men. 

What he cared about more, instead, was the inner demon within Yun Ye.

His acquaintance with Yun Ye was far more than the past ten years of him having the boy under his wings. Although he refrained from accepting Yun Ye as a disciple in his previous life, he still created opportunities to secretly aid the young man during his days as an outer disciple of the Sect. 

When the person’s cultivation core was impeded, Bai Tu turned into a nobleman and gave him a technique to set his cultivation straight. When the person met himself in difficulties, he transformed into a companion to assist. Not to mention Bai Tu had helped him to clear many obstacles behind the scenes. 

Only in the previous life, whether it was before or after Yun Ye darkened, he never noticed the trace of the existence of the inner demon in Yun Ye. 

‘How is it that everything goes well in this life, but an inner demon appears?’

With his eyes still closed, Bai Tu could not help reflecting in his heart. Since taking Yun Ye in as a disciple, it could even be said that he devoted all his might in rearing Yun Ye, almost to obedience and submission to Yun Ye.

So what was it that the wolf cub was still dissatisfied with his master?

On the outside, the venerable immortal seemed to meditate in tranquility, yet he was experiencing inner turmoil. Bai Tu remained perplexed despite pondering over a hundred times and could not shake the feeling of hopelessness. When he opened his eyes, the sky had already lost its azure grandeur, replaced by the warm lighting of the near dawn.

Bai Tu tilted his head to gaze out of the window. At sunset stage, rose-tinted clouds peppered the sky while the afterglow of the setting of the sun lingered in the mountains and forests, casting everything in warmth. The heaven and earth were in hues of one color, and it was as beautiful as a paradise. 

The name ‘Luoxia Peak,’ came from this — ‘summit of sunset clouds.’

Suddenly, a cyan-colored spirited bird flew from a distance. It perched itself on the windowsill, and uttered, “The headmaster invites you Immortal Lord Zhaohua to head to Zhongluan Peak.”

Tianyan Sect was composed of three peaks and four crests. Aside from the central peak, Luoxia Peak, on the west, was the abode of Immortal Zhaohua. Zhongluan Peak in the east was the residence of Ling Weijun, the head of Tianyan Sect. The latter sect was covered with snow and ice all year round, with clouds and mist hung over the chilly frost breeze, creating a dignified air similar to Langyuan paradise.

Bai Tu stepped into the Lingyun Hall where the master of the house lived and instantly saw the head of Tianyan Sect. Ling Weijun sat in the hall with a table of wine served warm.

Ling Weijun was dressed in a mist-like elegant Taoist robe, with intricate cloud patterns on the collar, and a liuguang1 immortal sword hung loosely around his waist. Despite his age, the person looked like in his prime, which honed him to look even more sophisticated.

“Xianjun is here,” greeted Ling Weijun, a smiling expression visible on his face. “Come, try the strong immortal wine I just brought back.” 

Headmaster Ling Weijun welcomed Bai Tu to sit down at the table opposite him and eagerly poured him a cup of wine with wisps of steam wafted from atop.

Bai Tu blandly said, “The headmaster knows that I never drink, so let’s just get straight to the point.”

“Ah, it’s nothing….” Ling Weijun put down the flask he held in midair. “Mu Xi’s matter has been known to me. He acted poorly on this matter. I have already punished them with prohibitions, gave thirty lashes, and ordered them to clean the sect thoroughly. What does Xianjun think of this?”

There was nothing wrong with this punishment. Bai Tu gave the nod and remained seated with his back straight. “It’s good if the head is in charge.”

Ling Weijun became silent for a moment and asked, “A few days from now, the trial of Tianyan Sect’s Disciple Admission will be held. I heard that there are many highly qualified aspiring disciples willing to refine with fire this time. I wonder if Xianzun is interested in participating in the trial ceremony?”

“No.” Bai Tu leveled his sight to the other’s eyes. “You are the one recruiting disciples yet you want me to pick for you?

“That—that is not the case. It’s just—”

Ling Weijun glanced at Bai Tu’s blank face and persuaded him, “I know Venerable Immortal dotes Yun Ye, but that kid has limited talent. I dread it will be a challenge to inherit the Immortal Lord’s mantle in the future….”

Unfazed, Bai Tu said, “It’s okay as long as he can live freely in the future, his cultivation level is not important. And it’s good if he’s happy.”

Ling Weijun was moved with affection, as he knew the reason for this nonchalance. “Although the world of cultivation seems stable now, who can guarantee that the demons will not make a comeback? Venerable Immortal should consider the common people in the world, and might as well take in another disciple—”

“No,” Bai Tu cut him off smoothly. “Yun Ye has a bad temper. If I accept other disciples, he will be mad at me.”

Ling Weijun: “……”

‘It’s good if he is happy.

‘He is going to be angry.

‘Just what kind of weird and indulgent tone is this? You—don’t you dote on your son a bit too much??’

Ling Weijun pursed his lips, anger seething in his heart like just like the wine that never lost its warmth. A moment of silence fell in the hall, except for the crackling of fires that continued to burn below the wine urn. 

The emotions of Ling Weijun could no longer be contained, as it broke through his calm facade. A long and loud sigh blew from him. “Xianzun, I will not walk in circles with you. Frankly, the realm of comprehension is not as good as it used to be. If you don’t train a few people who could stand alone when our generation ceases to exist in this world after a century, what will happen to the land under the heavens then?”

Over ten years ago, Bai Tu quelled the Demon Abyss and pacified the world away from fear and evil, after that, there had not been another person who soared into cultivation, and an absence of people found to possess an innate talent like him. What was worse, was that the number of people who went up the mountain to seek Dao cultivation could only be counted with a few fingers. 　　

All the seniors in the realm of cultivation had their hair turned white in grief.

But Bai Tu disregarded this setup to him. “This is not an excuse for you to spread the rumor that I would accept another disciple in the cultivation realm.”

Ling Weijun touched his nose awkwardly while the ire in his heart extinguished. “So you knew, after all….”

Bai Tu kept his eyes down and did not answer. Ling Weijun said, “Venerable Immortal, please don’t blame me — as I am desperate….”

He said again, “If you don’t want to accept disciples, it’s fine. But, you must take part in the trial of disciples. Just sit there at the trial ceremony, so it won’t count as that my Tianyan Sect was fooling the people.”

‘Seems harmless enough.’

Bai Tu thought about it and said, “Alright.” Before Ling Weijun breathed out in relief, Bai Tu followed, “But I have a request.”

“Xianzun, please speak.”

“Let Yun Ye partake in this trial.”

“This…”

Bai Tu raised his eyes and looked at him. “Can’t you?”

“This is plausible, but the entry trial is usually only for aspiring new disciples to take part. Yun Ye has been in this field for many years. Isn’t this bad for the established custom of the sect?”

The immortal had no intention of sharing his thoughts and looked at Ling Weijun with those unperturbed eyes. 

The spirit of silence lingered in the hall once more, and Ling Weijun sighed, “Okay, just think of a reason to let Yun Ye go.”

The trial of Tianyan Sect’s accepting new disciple will be executed in an illusion called the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning. Bai Tu naturally didn’t do this just for the sake for Yun Ye to gain experience.

Based on the book and his past life, Yun Ye once got a valuable treasure that others envied. That thing could temporarily conceal the sinister qi on his body and aid him with cultivation. Aside from that, this was the reason Yun Ye could gain a foothold in Tianyan Sect during the early days and was never discovered for his true identity.

The treasure was stored in the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning.

If there was any difference between the previous life and the present, Yun Ye was intentionally brought back to Tianyan Sect by Bai Tu and passed no primordial trial in Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning when he started.

‘The existence of an inner demon, definitely has something to do with it,’ Bai Tu concluded. 

The night had set its wake completely, and the Jielv Pavilion continued its tranquil state except for the indiscriminate rustles of writing.

The room upheld the utmost minimal furnishings, and only a few square tables adorned the space. Yun Ye sat at the table beside the window. Chin propped on his elbow while he spun the writing brush in his nimble fingers, feeling bored.

The evening bell rang for the third time. The other disciple in the quiet room had packed up his things and left, leaving Yun Ye in the big, depressing room alone.

Yun Ye heaved a sigh and looked out the window. 

The night was black as ink. Bereft of any stars and the moon, and the silhouettes of the trees passed through the window, layered and monstrous, blocking the high mountain and bamboo forest in the distance from the sight. 

That was in the direction of Luoxia Peak. 

Yun Ye’s brush flicked on the rice paper with random, subconscious strokes. When he recovered from his trance, the corner of the rice paper inked with scriptures, showed a beautiful face as cold as the harsh winter. 

The face was calm, devoid of sadness or joy, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were bright, as lucid as the flow of water. 

Yun Ye’s heart thumped against his ribcage. 

He no longer remembered when he first admired this person. Ever since this man saved his life, the fate between them had sealed on its own.

Too bad Immortal Lord Zhaohua took the ruthless path of ascension and gave up all the grand mortal hopes in the process that ditched the possibility between them. 

He could not get what he wanted and became infatuated. His Shizun had asked him several times about the origin of his inner demons.

….Where else could it come from?

“Fool,” Yun Ye let out a light breath, his hands not stopping to make his fantasy tangible on the paper.

Picture after picture formed on the rice paper, as Yun Ye’s frame of mind also floated along with each brushstroke. 

Until a slash of a crystal sword in the courtyard whistled out. 

Yun Ye sobered in an instant. 

If anyone in the world was the most familiar with this sound, it could only be Yun Ye himself. His wide eyes looked up, and a figure wrapped in the usual plain white robe traversed on the end of the bluestone path cleared the doubts from his mind. 

Yun Ye lowered his head in a flurry. Panic arose in his orbs as it gazed at the last painting—which was the most obscene of all. Immortal Zhaohua’s clothes were half untied—bare, lean chest peeking in the middle of the silk lapels of the robe—the corner of the eyes suffused with great beauty. He stretched out his hands to him as if begging for a hug.

— ! ! !

The door was opened by a slender hand, followed by Bai Tu scanning the room briefly, and stopped as it spotted Yun Ye holding a pile of rice papers almost to the point of creasing in his hands. 

Bai Tu looked at him questioningly. “What are you doing?”

Yun Ye feigned his composure as he placed the stack of rice paper in the bottom layer with ease. He raised his head and curled the corner of his mouth towards Bai Tu. “Nothing-it’s nothing. Shizun, why are you here?”

Bai Tu raised the food box in his hand.

After he flew back to Luoxia Peak, Bai Tu noticed that Yun Ye was missing and remembered that he punished him today, prohibiting him from coming back unless he finished copying the scripture three hundred times.

The dinner period flowed past its mark, and Yun Ye had not reached the period of fasting yet; thus, it was inevitable to feel the hunger pangs. 

‘There must be no better master in this world than him.’ Bai Tu put down the food box on the table and felt proud of himself.

Seeing that his master held no suspicion, Yun Ye felt relieved. He sorted out the rice paper on the table, setting it aside while discreetly confirming that the sources of evil had been pressed at the bottom and inconspicuous before walking to Bai Tu’s side.

Bai Tu took a few bowls and dishes with the lid placed beside the food container, and the fragrance hastily invaded the room. 

Yun Ye observed Bai Tu’s movements and whispered, “Shizun treats me so well.”

Bai Tu answered while he busied himself, “Hurry and eat while it’s hot.”

Yun Ye sat down at the table, looked at his master, and the chopsticks remained unmoved. “Shizun, won’t you eat with me?”

“I don’t need to…..”

Yun Ye’s eyes dropped, long lashes covering his pools. “But when I was a kid, Shizun always ate with me.”

Bai Tu had long abstained from eating. Thus, food became a nonnecessity for him. But faced with Yun Ye’s pitiful appearance, his heart softened and said, “…okay.”

The master and disciple sat down to have a meal at the table.

During dinner, Bai Tu mentioned that Yun Ye was allowed to go to the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning because he wanted Yun Ye to experience it. 

Yun Ye nodded his head as usual. “I see.”

Bai Tu was a little surprised at his reaction. He puckered his lips and said, “You don’t have to worry. It’s not that difficult to deal with monsters in the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning with your cultivation.”

“But I heard that the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning was perilous.” Yun Ye tilted his head to look at him, deliberately showing a bit of hesitation in his eyes. “If I’m in danger….”

The Venerable Immortal sensed that the wolf cub felt afraid, and his heart melted once again. He then said, “Don’t worry, I will help you.”

In his previous life, Bai Tu once entered the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning.

Yun Ye had just arrived at Tianyan Sect in those days and was still a tiny wolf demon who could not even hide his demonic nature. When something seemed amiss, Bai Tu, incarnated as a young disciple, begged Yun Ye to follow him inside the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning. At the same time, he aided him at the crucial moments discreetly. 

While this-worldly instance would repeat its course, Bai Tu intended to play the same old trick once again.

But what he was oblivious to was that he was not the only one who knew about his deeds. 

After Bai Tu was compelled, Yun Ye lowered his head to concentrate on eating but had other thoughts in his heart.

Although he was uncertain why Immortal Lord Zhaohua asked him to go to the Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning, Yun Ye catered no opposition. 

The Mysterious Realm of the Absolute Beginning was cast with the boundless cultivation methods by the founder of Tianyan Sect. Daoism transformed everything in the secret realm, and there were countless rare treasures inside. 

The most precious of those treasures was a weapon left by the founder of the sect, known as Taichu or absolute beginning, hence the name of the primordial test.

Yun Ye obtained Taichu back in the previous life, and it was like a god helping him at all costs, even making his cultivation soared a thousand li in a day.

Although he was unwilling to partake in the old scores between the two realms—the upright and the demonic—for the being in this life, he had no reason to decline when the opportunity for him to retrieve his weapon offered itself to his plate without him doing anything.

More importantly, a chance opened its doors for him automatically, but something was weighing on his mind. 

Yun Ye was immersed in the memories of the past for a moment, until Bai Tu suddenly said, “How are your scripture copies? Let me see.”

Not long after that sentence dropped, Bai Tu lifted his hand, and the pile of rice paper placed on the table that Yun Ye hoped to go unnoticed, flew into his hand.  

Yun Ye: !!!