CH 125 Schemes And Wishes, Each Relies On Its Support

How to scare my apprentice, how to pin down my apprentice… These questions aren't really problems at all.  

Ji Yunlai discovered that pushing his apprentice down was just as easy as being pushed down by his apprentice.  

A gentle suck, tongues intertwining, a slow tease—his apprentice's long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, landing softly in his heart, tickling it.  

That sweet satisfaction was far beyond what could be found in dreams.  

He could even feel the closeness of their hardness pressing together with ease.  

When their lips parted, a thin thread of saliva lingered between them.  

Ji Yunlai playfully tilted his apprentice's chin, his chuckle tinged with mockery as he asked, "Dare to reenact what you did in your dream?"

The apprentice froze momentarily before his entire face turned crimson. Of course, he remembered what lay hidden beneath his master's black robes—so sacredly beautiful, yet so intoxicating. Just the thought of it felt like savoring thousand-year-old fine wine, a drunken ecstasy.  

But he couldn’t determine whether this was a test, a challenge, or even... a confession?  

"Master," he softly called, his tone laced with tender longing and a trace of smile. "Dream or reality, your apprentice is willing either way."  

Ji Yunlai snorted lightly. "Then stop playing these little tricks!"  

He casually stuffed the stone back into his apprentice's hand and turned to leave.  

Feng Qingxiu stood dumbfounded for a moment.  

When Ji Yunlai returned to his room, he finally lay down on his bed, propping his head up with one hand, a faint smile playing on his lips.  

Flirting and running away—what a thrill.  

Though the idea of taking Xiao Qing right then and there was tempting, he still had a shred of integrity. If anyone should make the first move, it ought to be Xiao Qing. After all, as the Master, Leader of the Sect, and an elder, how could he possibly lose his dignity by throwing himself at someone?  

If Xiao Qing truly wasn’t willing, forcing him would be wrong—it might leave a psychological scar.  

He’d given Xiao Qing a strong hint today. With his personality, he’d figure things out soon enough. After all, he’d been single for a thousand years—what’s a few more days?  

Ji Yunlai closed his eyes, preparing to drift into dreams.  

However, after a long while, Xiao Qing still hadn’t appeared. Dissatisfied, Ji Yunlai opened his eyes, extending his divine sense to see what was keeping Xiao Qing.  

The next second, he saw Xiao Qing holding a blanket, silently walking over.  

Ji Yunlai raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"  

"You gave me this stone, didn’t that mean I should come over?" Feng Qingxiu lifted his gaze, his expression a mix of unease and bashfulness. "Since that’s the case, I’ll comply. Please don’t turn me away."  

Ji Yunlai was about to praise his apprentice’s attentiveness when he suddenly raised his head. "Wait here."  

With that, he left abruptly.  

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Outside Kun-Lai Sect, it was the dead of night, yet a vast golden radiance swept across the skies like a sunrise. In an instant, it reached within ten thousand miles of Kun-Lai, illuminating every mountain like daylight.  

Far away, an enormous golden crow wreathed in flames flew closer, its light illuminating all within its reach.  

Ji Mingyu walked out of her room, glancing at the distant golden crow. "Disturbing people's sleep... how annoying." She yawned and went back inside.  

"Wait, Sister Mingyu," a girl of twelve or thirteen grabbed her sleeve, her voice crisp like an oriole. "Is that really a three-legged crow? The one shot down by Hou Yi?"  

"That's a Great Sage of the spirit demon race with golden crow bloodline, living in the far west. He often comes here to trade using his Solar True Fire." Ji Mingyu replied casually, thinking back to how one of the Seven Talents, Huang Wei, had fallen for the crow and aspired to become such a magnificent golden bird herself. Every morning, she would dye her black feathers golden.  

Seeing the young girl staring in awe, Mingyu returned to her room. She still had to continue exploring the Dao Seed given to her after all!

Her father had given her something extraordinary—within it, souls naturally cycled through reincarnation, practically forming an entire world. She needed time to familiarize herself with its functions.

But the Great Sage usually came to see her father. Was he here on some urgent matter?  

Although there wasn’t much need to get familiar with the Dao Seed, it seemed she already instinctively knew everything.

"I see," the young girl glanced a few times but couldn't withstand the pressure. Returning to their room, her mind was still unsettled. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Mingyu, you know so much. You must have grown up in Kun-Lai, right?"  

"Yes," Ji Mingyu replied casually.  

"Then, that Senior Brother Qiao Long who came today, is he also from Kun-Lai?" the young girl couldn't resist asking again.  

"Anyone who hasn’t passed through the outer sect schools isn’t a Kun-Lai person. The same goes for me, and for you too," Ji Mingyu said, closing her eyes and continuing to study her new toy. "Go to sleep. Tomorrow is the Dao Scripture exam. You’ve already failed one subject, and if you don’t pass the retake, it’ll be troublesome."  

The girl's face turned pale, almost to the point of tears, and she stopped asking questions altogether. However, she couldn't help glancing at Ji Mingyu's breathtakingly beautiful face, filled with both envy and jealousy.  

She still didn’t understand how she ended up inside a novel. In her previous life, after barely passing her college entrance exams, she had stumbled across some chatter in a group chat about an unconventional stallion novel. Curious, she checked it out and realized the title was “Kun-Lai”. The story detailed a young man who destroyed sects, toppled empires, and eventually unified the human race under his dynasty, Great Xuan, with Kun-Lai as the ultimate antagonist.  

After an accident, she woke up as a newborn baby in a farming family in a small country in the Western Continent.  

When she first heard the name Kun-Lai, she was busy plotting how to cling to the protagonist’s coattails, how to cultivate immortality, and where to find secret treasures and opportunities.  

But as she listened to storytellers boasting about Kun-Lai, she realized that Great Xuan had long since perished, and Kun-Lai had returned to its former glory as the true ruler of the Western Continent—this plot wasn’t right!  

At the age of ten, she participated in the Dragon-Phoenix Selection and, upon seeing the magnificent and towering flying peak, finally realized this world was not to be trifled with. She became even more determined to cultivate immortality and return to her original world.  

Who would have thought that life in the outer sect would be so grueling!  

Every day was a choice between studying, cultivating, or sleeping—only two could be managed!  

If not for the daily supply of spiritual rice, she felt she might have already died of exhaustion.  

But some people had no issues at all, such as Ji Mingyu, her roommate. Ji Mingyu excelled at everything—photographic memory, applying knowledge creatively, and all as effortlessly as eating a meal. She even had spare time to tutor others like her fallback guy. Even if she occasionally skipped classes, the teachers of the outer sect would turn a blind eye and sometimes even help her.  

Despite all this, she herself was barely holding on.  

It was like taking the college entrance exam every single day!  

Yet giving up was unthinkable. Just the ordinary spiritual rice she had been eating for a few months had already transformed her skin to be like smooth jade, her breath fragrant, and her thinking more focused and agile. The basic cultivation techniques had allowed her to defy gravity within a month, letting her perform second- and third-tier jumps like a video game character.  

Immortality, true immortality—how could she give up on such a chance?  

Biting her lip, she whispered, "Mingyu, tomorrow can we go and meet Senior Brother Qiao? One of Kun-Lai’s peak masters comes to see him every day. I heard he’s already set to become the apprentice of Peak Master An from Sword Peak. He must have a promising future. Making friends with him could bring us great benefits."  

Ji Mingyu chuckled softly but didn’t answer.  

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AN: In the previous chapter, someone mentioned they didn’t understand, so here’s some clarification: Mingyu is a system that has followed the Sect Leader for nearly a thousand years. It was originally designed and refined by the Sect Leader and Celestial Demon Qing together. When the Sect Leader became a Human Immortal, his computational ability grew exponentially, rendering Mingyu unnecessary, so he “cut and pasted” it into a physical body, creating his daughter.  

As for why Mingyu has no memory of this, that’s Celestial Demon Qing’s fault. It will be explained later.