Chapter 4 The Fairy’s Schemes! I Don’t Believe You at All!
“Oh…? And what exactly did my mother say, Palace Master?” Chu Tian asked with mild surprise.
Twenty-eight years ago, his mother, Yin Hui, and father, Chu Yuan, had gone out to hunt down a few old enemies. At the same time, they ventured to a secret realm beyond the Ruins of Return, seeking a precious treasure to aid in their breakthroughs.
“The first matter: your mother wants you to hurry up and find a Dao companion. She’s eager to have a grandchild!”
“Oh, and… she also said you should visit our Sacred Demon Palace more often, so we can grow closer.”
At first, Chu Tian found the first part reasonable.
But the second half made his face darken instantly.
Yeah right! I don’t believe you for a second—that last part was definitely your own idea! He thought to himself.
“Oh? May I ask, Palace Master, what is the second matter?”
Seeing through it but not exposing it, Chu Tian casually changed the subject. In truth, he wasn’t interested in finding a Dao companion or carrying on the family line. He was focused on cultivating the Dao and enjoying life. Women were just too much trouble.
“The second matter—your father, Chu Yuan, reminded you to take on a final disciple…”
“It’s rather lonely in your Palace of Freedom. Over time, that solitude might affect your health…” Duanmu Yan said solemnly.
Chu Tian glanced at the Grand Palace Master, nodded calmly. Suddenly, his sword-like brows twitched, as if he sensed something.
He took out a communication jade from his hidden dimension. This was a premium communication jade—a reward from the system decades ago. It allowed the holder to communicate with Chu Tian across any distance without limitation.
At that moment, it was his mother, Yin Hui, sending him a voice transmission. Seeing Duanmu Yan’s beautiful eyes eagerly watching him, Chu Tian lifted the restriction on the jade. This allowed both of them to hear the incoming voice transmission. After all, the Grand Palace Master was right there—he couldn’t treat her like an outsider.
“Hey, son, has the Grand Palace Master talked to you yet?”
“Yes, Mother, she’s told me everything.”
“Oh, well I thought I’d better remind you again—be careful of my dear friend Duanmu Yan!”
“Your mother has been secretly observing for a while now… that girl looks at you in a very strange way…”
“Son, you must be careful—don’t let that woman devour you…”
“Don’t be fooled by my good sister’s youth and beauty. Though she’s stunning beyond compare, she’s also deeply scheming and not easy to deal with…”
“If you marry her, you’ll surely suffer in the future!”
“Remember this: beware of fire, thieves, and Duanmu Yan… Don’t let her charm you, my son, you must remember this!”
Hearing this, Chu Tian rolled his eyes, feeling a chill down his spine—as if he could already sense the fury of the fairy Duanmu standing next to him!
At that moment, the Grand Palace Lord, Duanmu Yan, was nearly losing her mind with rage… She was dying to tear Chu Tian’s mother to shreds!
“You wicked Yin Hui! My good sister! Just wait until you return to the mountain… I’ll rip that mouth of yours apart!”
Duanmu Yan shouted angrily, throwing aside all pretense of elegance. Unfortunately, Chu Tian had already cut off the transmission from the voice jade, so the other side couldn’t hear anything.
Sensing the situation, Chu Tian quickly handed the Grand Palace Lord a cup of tea brewed from the Sacred Heart Herb of the Demon Ancestor. Duanmu Yan took a big gulp of the Sacred Heart tea, finally feeling much better.
Although still angry, the Grand Palace Lord patiently continued.
“As the Sect Master, I have a duty to remind you, Chu Tian.”
“Passing down the mantle is the foundation of any sect. Even though our Sacred Demon Mountain has deep roots and strength that far surpasses ordinary holy lands and Daoist sects, this still holds true…”
“Chu Tian, as the youngest cultivator in our sect to reach the Heavenly Evolution realm, shouldn’t you consider the sect’s future and cultivate a monstrous genius disciple?”
“Besides, if your disciple shines brilliantly, you as the master will bask in the glory too!”
Out of consideration for the sect’s greater interests, the Grand Palace Lord kept trying to gently persuade Chu Tian.
“I’m really not interested in taking on a disciple.”
Ever since transmigrating here, he had rarely even left the Freedom Palace. As for taking on a direct disciple—a thankless and troublesome task—Chu Tian had zero interest. He much preferred a peaceful life, staying at Freedom Palace and checking in each day.
“But this is your mother’s wish… think it over carefully.”
“With a disciple to pass on your mantle, you’ll have more free time to travel the world with your partner, and your mother could soon report having a grandchild too, right?”
The Grand Palace Lord paused, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and winked playfully—who knew what she was thinking?
“Well… since it’s Mother’s wish, I’ll do my best.”
After a brief moment of thought, Chu Tian nodded slightly. Since childhood, his mother had loved him dearly. Because of that, Chu Tian was more willing to listen to Yin Hui’s words.
“Mm… that’s more like it!”
Duanmu Yan looked quite pleased, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and smiled radiantly. Her expression was playful, her charm unmatched.
“Oh right, Chu Tian—six days from now, our Sacred Demon Mountain will hold the once-every-four-years disciple selection ceremony… Be sure to come, okay?”