He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Useless Little Disciple, Whose Innermost Thoughts Were Overheard By Demonic Master! - Chapter 1

“Immortal Venerable Xuan Yue of Snow Cloud Peak is undergoing the Great Ascension Tribulation. Isn’t the Venerable only six thousand years old?”

“Immortal Venerable has accepted so many disciples, and every one of them is a prodigy among men. Why is his youngest disciple so mediocre?”

“Do not talk nonsense. No matter how low Junior Brother Xie’s cultivation is, in terms of seniority, we should still call him Junior Brother.”

“Tch, a Junior Brother with only Foundation Establishment cultivation.”

Xie Rong heard these contemptuous remarks and could not help but click his tongue inwardly. Do not think he did not know that these people gossiping behind his back were simply jealous of him. After all, he was lucky enough to be accepted as a disciple by Immortal Venerable Xuan Yue, and he was the youngest one at that. His current Foundation Establishment cultivation was not gained through hard labor, but by eating and drinking his way to breakthroughs every day.

Xie Rong looked up at the sky without blinking. The thunderclouds gathering in the air slowly moved toward Snow Cloud Peak, and he felt a hint of anxiety for his convenient Master. He had heard that the probability of a successful breakthrough to the Great Ascension stage was only one in one hundred thousand. Looking at those cold statistics, one could catch a glimpse of the extreme danger involved in such a breakthrough.

When the first terrifying lightning strike descended, Xie Rong’s heart tightened. Fear caused him to close his eyes instantly. He was not a native of the cultivation world; one moment he was on a bus home after work, and the next, he opened his eyes to find himself in this world as Xie Rong. It took him a long time to accept the fact, mourning the inability to say goodbye to his family in the modern world while being ecstatic about the prospect of cultivation.

After stumbling through several years, he had managed to learn most of the world’s language. His cultivation was essentially a restart, and reaching Foundation Establishment in ten years was entirely due to the spiritual fruits and food he consumed daily. Xie Rong was very grateful to Immortal Venerable Xuan Yue. If not for the Venerable accepting his predecessor as a disciple, he would not have had such a bargain, accumulating spiritual energy just by eating and drinking. If he were a regular disciple of the sect, he might still be worrying about his next meal.

Xie Rong sat on the veranda, lost in thought. Master had been undergoing the tribulation for three full months. The most ferocious lightning had already fallen, and holy auspicious light had begun to flash within the clouds. When the first ray of light descended, everyone in the sect watching the tribulation knew the outcome. From this day forward, the sect would have a genius who broke through to the Great Ascension stage at only six thousand years old.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Xie Rong stood up and brushed off the invisible dust on his clothes. Thinking that the spiritual fruits planted by his Martial Uncle might be ripe, he turned and headed toward the back mountain.

In truth, the people in the sect were right. His cultivation aptitude was indeed mediocre, and his comprehension was average. Every time someone tried to guide his cultivation, they looked at him with an expression of “why are you so stupid,” and his fellow disciples looked at him with pity. Xie Rong had heard in private that no matter how hard he tried, he would never break through to the Nascent Soul stage, as that required comprehension rather than mere accumulation of spiritual energy. However, none of that mattered. With his current Foundation Establishment stage, his lifespan had increased by three hundred years, which was more than enough for him.

In the largest and most luxurious palace on Snow Cloud Peak, Xuan Yue had withstood the strongest lightning of the Great Ascension Tribulation, but his internal state was not as relaxed as it appeared. After the violent and massive energy from the tribulation entered his meridians, it surged directly toward his Dantian and bone marrow, triggering the Demon Bone he had kept deeply hidden. Originally, he had to exhaust his strength to suppress the powerful energy of the tribulation, but now he had to divert half of his focus to suppress the demonic energy within, leaving him in constant danger of going into qi deviation.

Cold sweat dripped from Xuan Yue’s temples. Finally, he sealed the violent energy within his body and teleported to the bottom of the Ice Moon Lake at the back mountain. The lake was a spiritual pool he had refined over thousands of years using various rare treasures while wandering the cultivation world. The cold water was not only an excellent material for alchemy and artifact refining but could also assist cultivators in stabilizing their minds.

When Xie Rong arrived at the back mountain, he found he was a step late. The spiritual fruits had ripened an hour ago and had been plucked and eaten by the spiritual birds on the neighboring tree. Xie Rong stood under the tree, looking up at the unripe fruits and pouting. If he had plucked the ripe ones, his senior brothers and sisters would not have said anything even if they knew. But if he dared to touch the unripe fruits, the bird on the neighboring tree would go and report him.

As Xie Rong walked toward his residence, he looked back at the Ice Moon Lake thoughtfully and whispered to himself, “I heard from Senior Brother not long ago that Master transplanted a strange spiritual fruit from outside the realm. I wonder if it survived.” Since he had nothing to do, he decided to go and see the strange plant. Driven by curiosity, he changed his direction toward the Ice Moon Lake.

Xuan Yue, at the bottom of the lake, sensed Xie Rong’s arrival and frowned. Because he was suppressing the seal, he was unable to move and was extremely vulnerable to sneak attacks. He wondered if Xie Rong did not know that this was a forbidden area of Snow Cloud Peak and that no one was allowed near without his orders.

Xuan Yue did not have a deep impression of Xie Rong, as the disciples on Snow Cloud Peak were sparse, and the Sect Master frequently pestered him to accept more. That day, he had been so annoyed that he simply pointed at the first person with decent looks he saw. Before Xie Rong’s apprenticeship, Xuan Yue knew he was mediocre; aside from his face, he had no other advantages. In recent years, Xie Rong had acted like a frightened little beast, hiding in his cave dwelling and only coming out occasionally to pick fruits in the back mountain.

Xuan Yue watched Xie Rong walk to the edge of the Ice Moon Lake, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for something, until he reached the spiritual plant he had brought back from outside the realm. Xuan Yue did not know what the plant was; he only knew that even his own natal immortal artifact could not cut its skin. He had intended to study it when he had free time, but the Great Ascension Tribulation came first, and the plant was left aside.

When Xie Rong reached the lake, he heard a voice and looked around curiously.

“Stop looking. Just keep walking straight ahead. I am right in front of you.”

Xie Rong stood still, feeling extremely depressed. Did he look like an idiot? A mysterious voice told him to walk forward, so he should just walk? What if it was a trap? What if this voice belonged to a remnant soul, a demonic beast, or a rogue cultivator?

“Why are you standing still? I have a heaven-defying opportunity here. If you cannot even grasp such an opportunity to change your destiny, you deserve to remain at the Foundation Establishment stage.”

Xie Rong remained calm, his heart showing not even a ripple. Did they really think such a simple provocation could trick him? He knew better than to fall for such obvious traps. Instead of moving forward, he prepared to turn back. He had not checked his calendar today; maybe he would bring his Senior Brother next time.

Below the lake, Xuan Yue’s sword-like brows furrowed when the plant began to speak. Every six-year-old in the cultivation world knew that spiritual plants needed to grow for ten thousand years and pass a transformation tribulation before they could communicate via divine sense. He had judged that the plant he brought back had not been growing for more than three thousand years, yet it could speak. Its disguise was so perfect that even he had been deceived.

The plant from outside the realm saw Xie Rong was about to leave and grew anxious. It had finally waited for this opportunity; if it waited for Xuan Yue to recover his cultivation, it would have no chance of survival. As Xie Rong walked about a hundred meters away, a vine suddenly emerged from the ground, instantly binding half his body and dragging him toward the lake.

Xie Rong was anxious and flustered, but he forced himself to remain calm. “Do you know who my Master is? He is the master of Snow Cloud Peak, a Great Ascension cultivator! If you dare to seize my body, my Master will surely discover you and kill you.”

At first, he had been very careful in front of Xuan Yue, fearing that his secret would be discovered. Later, he realized that Xuan Yue seemed not to care about him at all.

Xie Rong was quickly dragged to the metallic plant. He recognized it immediately as the plant his Senior Brother had mentioned. He realized the plant was not using much force, as he had no scratches despite being dragged along the ground; only his clothes were messy. Xie Rong lay on the ground, looking at the plant, and asked, “What exactly are you? How can you use divine sense to speak?” For a human cultivator to speak via divine sense, they needed to reach at least the Nascent Soul stage.

The plant from outside the realm had been suspicious at first, but when its roots touched Xie Rong, it knew its induction was correct: Xie Rong carried the aura of a Sacred Artifact.

“My name is Tongxin. I am an immortal plant from outside the realm. I was severely injured by a clan member’s betrayal and accidentally picked up by your Master. I had no choice but to disguise myself as an ordinary plant to escape.”

“Are you willing to sign a natal contract with me? Afterward, I am willing to tell you the location of my cave dwelling outside this realm. If you go there, you can use the resources I left behind to successfully break through to the Great Ascension stage.”

Xie Rong felt no excitement, and in fact, he almost wanted to laugh. He could not even see the hope of breaking through to the Golden Core stage, so how could he dare to dream of the Great Ascension? Xie Rong struggled silently, finding that his cultivation level was no match for the plant, but since the plant had not harmed him, it must be wary of his Master.

Xie Rong spoke very politely, “Senior Plant, my cultivation talent is mediocre, and I do not even have the hope of breaking through to the Golden Core stage. If you want to pick someone to sign a contract with, you might as well wait for someone else. My fellow senior disciples, their cultivation talents have been praised even by my Master.”

He did not care about potentially harming his seniors; he only cared about stalling for time.

The plant took a deep breath. “I cannot wait for anyone else. It must be you.”

It could not sign contracts with ordinary people, and there was even a risk of being refined into immortal pills. Xie Rong carried the aura of a Sacred Artifact; although it did not know the relationship between Xie Rong and the artifact, it was willing to gamble. If the Sacred Artifact was willing to protect Xie Rong, it would surely assist in completing the contract. It had no more chances; once Xuan Yue recovered, it would either be imprisoned and interrogated or have its soul scattered.

Xie Rong, thinking the plant had no more time to wait, rolled his eyes and planned to stall further. “Senior, my Master just successfully broke through to the Great Ascension stage. Many people will be coming to celebrate soon. Can you shrink your physical body? I will take you outside to pick a suitable candidate.”

Heaven-defying opportunities were not that easy to obtain; had he not read enough novels and watched enough TV? Even if the protagonist encountered a heaven-defying opportunity, they would lose a layer of skin if they did not die. Besides, he was not the protagonist; he was just an insignificant little shrimp.

Xuan Yue, at the bottom of the lake, could hear the conversation between Xie Rong and the plant. For the first time, he looked at Xie Rong with genuine interest. Although his disciple’s talent was mediocre and his comprehension was worse than a spiritual pig, his temperament was better than most; he could remain rational even when facing such a temptation.

When the plant used its divine sense, it emitted a scent that bewitched the mind. Any tiny sliver of desire in Xie Rong’s heart would have been amplified a hundred or a thousand times by that scent. Yet, Xie Rong showed no change from beginning to end, proving that he had absolutely no desire for the opportunity the plant offered.

Tongxin, seeing that it could not guide Xie Rong into voluntarily signing a natal contract, and noticing that Xuan Yue’s absorption of spiritual energy was accelerating, decided to be ruthless. It used a vine to prick Xie Rong’s wrist, drawing blood to force the contract.