He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Useless Little Disciple, Whose Innermost Thoughts Were Overheard By Demonic Master! - Chapter 16

When Xuan Yue brought Xie Rong to Dan Yun Peak, Gu Chen was so shocked that he raised his hand to rub his eyes. He was not hallucinating; Xuan Yue was indeed riding his sword with a Foundation Establishment cultivator in tow, and the young man was barely half a meter away, clinging tightly to Xuan Yue’s sleeve.

Once Gu Chen recognized Xie Rong, the truth dawned on him. Not long ago, the Sect Master had mentioned that Xuan Yue was unusually protective of his youngest disciple. Gu Chen had been skeptical then, but seeing Xuan Yue personally chauffeuring Xie Rong, he finally understood the Sect Master’s earlier expression. Having been busy refining a crucial batch of pills during Xuan Yue’s Promotion Ceremony, Gu Chen had missed the spectacle, but he now understood the significance of this dynamic.

Gu Chen quickly cleaned himself up with a spell and smiled as he greeted them. “Exalted Xuan Yue, you are not one to visit without a purpose. What brings you to my humble abode today?”

Xuan Yue and Gu Chen had a professional acquaintance, as high-level alchemists were rare due to the lost records of antiquity. After exchanging brief pleasantries, Xuan Yue got straight to the point: “I need some Yuan Replenishment Pills suitable for the Golden Core stage. I require high-grade ones, and the quantity is not limited.”

Though Xie Rong’s body seemed to ignore pill toxins, Xuan Yue did not want to take any risks, as he could not be sure if Xie Rong would face complications from excessive absorption. Gu Chen smiled at Xie Rong and instructed his disciples to fetch the medicine. “You are quite attentive to your disciple, Exalted One. To lead him here personally for pills is rare.”

“I am merely showing him the way,” Xuan Yue replied calmly.

Gu Chen then gifted Xie Rong a bottle of body-refining pills as a greeting gesture. Moments later, holding a storage bag filled with medicine, Xie Rong stared at Xuan Yue in disbelief. “Master, are these all for me?”

These pills are three thousand high-grade spirit stones each! This stash could raise ten Nascent Soul cultivators. Isn’t this too much of a waste for me?

Seeing the shock on Xie Rong’s face, Xuan Yue said coldly, “You are my disciple. Why are you so stunned by a few pills?”

Xie Rong tried to compose himself, but he could not help but marvel: Is this the generosity of a Mahayana powerhouse? A whole storage bag of pills that costs three thousand stones each, and he calls it a few? Is this what it means to lean on a giant tree? Senior Brother told me Master was cold and aloof, but Master is kind and easy to talk to!

Xuan Yue had intended to let Xie Rong walk back to practice his own sword-flying skills, but upon hearing Xie Rong call him “kind,” he hesitated only a second before deciding to take the boy back himself. He used spatial teleportation, whisking them from Dan Yun Peak back to Snow Cloud Peak in an instant.

The side effects hit Xie Rong immediately. He collapsed, retching painfully. After a long moment, he looked up at Xuan Yue with teary, weakened eyes. “Master, is this the spatial teleportation of the Mahayana realm? I feel as if my organs have shifted.”

No wonder he rode his sword earlier. One shift of this is enough to take half my life!

Seeing that Xie Rong could still stand, Xuan Yue felt a flicker of surprise and swallowed his instinct to check for injuries. “It is not that severe. Rest well. If you run out of pills, go to Dan Yun Peak yourself.”

A Nascent Soul cultivator might struggle with spatial teleportation, yet Xie Rong only felt dizzy; he had not sustained a single internal injury. The boy’s constitution was even more bizarre than Xuan Yue had guessed.

Back at the main hall, Xuan Yue began preparing a God-Sacrifice Array. He had been studying this formation for three thousand years; it was time to remove the sword that had hung over his head for millennia.

Meanwhile, Xie Rong dragged himself to his room, grumbling: Unless it is a life-or-death situation, I am never letting Master carry me again. It is fast, but it is truly miserable. He must have protected me with his spiritual energy, or I would have been shredded. He must be disappointed that I am so weak that even with his protection, I still vomited. Master gives me so many resources and even told me to go get more if I need it. The debt of gratitude I owe him is growing by the day.

Listening from the next room, Xuan Yue opened his eyes. Xie Rong had marveled at his wealth and cursed the side effects of teleportation, yet he never once considered that he could actually use these resources to reach the Golden Core. He truly was clean and naive to a maddening degree. Xuan Yue felt a flicker of envy. If only he could ignore pill toxins the way Xie Rong did, he would have suffered far less in his youth.

A decade passed. Xie Rong, driven by the desire to reach the Golden Core, consumed and refined pills relentlessly. Bottle after bottle disappeared, yet he remained stuck just inches from the breakthrough. Xuan Yue watched, fascinated by how the boy’s body consumed energy like a bottomless pit without ever showing signs of saturation.

Eight more years passed. The storage bag was nearly empty.

I am at my wit’s end! I can feel the spiritual energy surging, so why can I not refine it? Does the Heavenly Dao forbid me from cultivating? Is it trying to tell me to give up?

Xuan Yue heard the boy questioning his existence and realized he could not let this continue. He had a theory. If he were right, Xie Rong could break through to the Golden Core, though the path to Nascent Soul would remain a formidable hurdle. He felt an urgency to extend Xie Rong’s life by eight hundred years; he had found hope for solving the Demonic Bone and would not allow any mistakes.

He called Xie Rong over and handed him a bottle of pills for the Nascent Soul stage. “I see your body has built a high tolerance. Previous pills are no longer sufficient; use these.”

Xie Rong recognized them as Yuan Spirit Pills—worth ten thousand high-grade stones each. One pill was worth more than his entire net worth.

“Master, these are for the Nascent Soul stage. Isn’t this a waste on me?”

My body is like a black hole. If these do not work, will he give me Divine Essence Pills for the Deity Transformation stage? Just how much industry does Master own to hand over a hundred thousand spirit stones worth of pills so casually?

“You are my disciple,” Xuan Yue said coldly. “Do you think I cannot afford to raise you? Do not act so small-minded; go back and cultivate.”

Xie Rong bit his lip. It was not small-mindedness; he was terrified of wasting a hundred thousand spirit stones if it failed. He returned to his room and decided to try just one. If it failed to integrate into his dantian, he would finally accept his fate and give up.

As Xie Rong refined the energy, Xuan Yue kept his divine sense locked onto him, ready to intervene. To his astonishment, while most of the energy dissipated as usual, one percent finally integrated into the dantian. That one percent was enough to make Xie Rong feel the hope of a Golden Core breakthrough for the very first time.