CHAPTER 132: 132 - INTERNAL DISCIPLE

"Ah..." Elder Tian sighed heavily as he organized documents in the recruitment hall. Months had passed, but he still hadn’t fully recovered from that expert’s attack.

The only good news he had received was about Long Qingyi, one of the disciples he held most in high regard in the sect.

The young man was alive and well, having had a fortuitous encounter that made his power and talent explode.

How could the old man not be happy?

He waited for days after Qingyi’s arrival, but the young man simply didn’t bother to look for him. Neither to take up the position of inner disciple, nor to receive his reward.

"Ugh... I should go after that brat myself!" Elder Tian gritted his teeth and stood up, taking a step towards the door.

Fortunately for his old and aching back, it wasn’t necessary. His senses detected a familiar qi approaching and he stopped himself.

***

Qingyi walked calmly down the wide central street of the sect.

His eyes passed the many establishments before finally focusing on the recruitment hall.

As he entered the large double doors, he was immediately greeted by a smiling old man.

"Long Qingyi greets Elder Tian!" Qingyi bowed, bringing his fists together in reverence.

"You’re late." Elder Tian spoke, hiding his smile and maintaining what little dignity he had left. "I’m pretty sure the sect leader instructed you to come here as soon as you arrived."

"Ah... I ended up having a few problems and had to cultivate in isolation for a few days, I’m sorry, elder." Qingyi laughed awkwardly.

The old man sighed wearily.

"Come with me. Let’s settle the question of your ascension to the position of inner disciple." Elder Tian guided Qingyi to his office.

"Where’s your token?" He asked and Qingyi took out the golden token from his ring.

After studying it for a few moments, Elder Tian took another token from a drawer under his desk.

This one was silver, exuding a pure, gentle qi.

Pressing the two tokens together, a faint pop echoed. The information from the outer disciple token was immediately transferred to the inner disciple token.

"Here you go." The elder handed Qingyi the new token. "One hundred thousand sect contribution points have been deposited for your deeds."

Tian then reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden pill.

"Is that the spirit root enhancement pill?" Qingyi asked, looking at the item curiously.

’System, can I see the information on this pill?’

[Item: Seven-finger grass spirit root enhancement pill.

Description: A pill that uses a strange mixture of spiritual materials and, as luck would have it, ends up having a spiritual root enhancing effect. Only effective up to ninth level spirit roots.

Grade: Epic

Purity: 78%]

It was a very good item that should save Qingyi a lot of lust points. But the moment he read the description, he lost all interest in the pill.

It was totally useless to him.

"Elder, would it be possible to exchange the pill for more contribution points?"

"Well, yes..." The elder’s eyes were filled with confusion.

"But why would I do that? This pill is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Many inner disciples, even core disciples would kill to have it. In the entire outer region of the Blue Moon Continent, only we make it."

"I understand the elder’s concerns, but I very much doubt that this pill will benefit me more than the sect’s contribution points."

"Ugh..." Elder Tian massaged his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on.

Why did Qingyi have to be so stubborn?

In the end, he just shook his head.

"Very well." The elder put the pill away, depositing the equivalent of another three hundred thousand contribution points into Qingyi’s token.

Seeing that amount, Qingyi couldn’t help but smile slightly.

It was exactly what he needed, money to buy cultivation pills and advance without having to spend lust points building a cultivation base!

"If that’s all, I’ll take my leave now, elder." Qingyi bowed and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Elder Tian stopped him. "I had promised to let you attend my lessons with my daughter. I haven’t fulfilled that promise yet.

My working hours here are already ending, and today’s lesson may be important, especially for you who want to become Elder Xu Qingxue’s disciple."

Those words made Qingyi’s eyes light up. He had totally forgotten about that proposal.

If Elder Tian was so excited about the idea of helping him in his mission to collect more and more Lust Points, how could Qingyi ignore him?

"Honey, come and greet Long Qingyi!" The elder called out, and Qingyi waited anxiously.

He had expected a youthful, slender beauty with huge breasts.

But that’s not what graced him.

In reality, what he heard were heavy footsteps slowly approaching.

A colossal figure entered Elder Tian’s office, with a round, sagging and wrinkled face, a fat belly and arms as wide as Qingyi’s torso.

"Isn’t she the most beautiful thing in the world? She looks just like her mother!" The elder spoke proudly, not noticing the gloomy expression on Qingyi’s face.

’Most beautiful thing in the world? Is that even a woman?" Qingyi wondered.

He didn’t even want to use the system to see her status points, slowly walking away.

"I’m sorry, elder, but I have to organize things at my new residence." Qingyi sneaked away.

A relieved sigh escaped Qingyi’s lips as he fled, leaving a confused Elder Tian behind.

Qingyi headed straight for the inner disciples’ pavilion area.

Many eyes fell on him as he passed through the streets and slowly climbed the mountainside.

But no one dared to do anything.

Everyone already knew his name, Long Qingyi, an unprecedented talent that had attracted the attention of even an expert from the Nine Peaks Basin.

Even the most arrogant of young masters preferred to avoid him.

"You seem quite happy with the fear you cause in them." Ruxue’s sensual and mature voice echoed in Qingyi’s mind.

His hand went down to the handle of the heaven-defying thunder sword, gently caressing it.

Of course he was happy.

He had walked at least a few kilometers and hadn’t met a single arrogant young master begging for the steel of his sword!