He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Useless Little Disciple, Whose Innermost Thoughts Were Overheard By Demonic Master! - Chapter 2

“Do not blame me. I have never forcibly concluded a divine soul contract before. My ancestors once said that forced contracts would lead to a backlash, but my life is nearly at its end, so I can no longer afford to care about such consequences.”

The bright red blood formed an incredibly complex and intricate contract array in the air.

Xie Rong was filled with anxiety, yet his body was suppressed by a force that left him unable to move. He could only watch as the contract slowly took shape, then rapidly shrank into a beam of red light that shot into the center of his brow. The moment the red light entered his sea of consciousness, Xie Rong felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy hammer. He did not even have time to cry out in pain before he fell into a coma, missing the words the plant whispered in his sea of consciousness before falling into a deep sleep: “Reincarnated spirit of a Sacred Artifact!”

The moment the soul contract was formed, the red light split into two. One part merged into Xie Rong’s brow, while the other flew directly toward the bottom of the lake. Xuan Yue was using all of his spiritual energy to suppress and seal the violent tribulation energy and demonic aura within his body. He could only watch as the red light merged into his brow, entered his sea of consciousness, and vanished.

Xuan Yue’s brows furrowed tightly. Once he finished refining the tribulation energy, he did not even take the time to completely seal the demonic aura before scanning every corner of his sea of consciousness with his divine sense repeatedly. He could not find the red light, but he knew it was not an illusion. He had been forced to sign an unknown divine soul contract.

Xuan Yue stood up from the bottom of the lake and appeared beside Xie Rong in an instant. He scanned Xie Rong inside and out, but found no trace of the contract that the plant from outside the realm had signed with his disciple. Xuan Yue looked at Xie Rong’s fragile meridians, which were in a precarious state after the impact of the contract’s spiritual energy. After a moment of hesitation, he took a lotus seed from his spatial ring, silently shaking his head.

How does he cultivate on a daily basis? His meridians are as mottled as a mortal’s and so fragile. How can my disciple, the disciple of Xuan Yue, be such a failure?

The lotus seed he fed Xie Rong was a rare treasure capable of improving one’s root bone; he did not have many left in his possession. Unable to find the contract or the reason for Xie Rong’s coma, he had no choice but to return to his palace to stabilize his cultivation. He possessed a divine sense far stronger than ordinary Great Ascension cultivators. Unless that red light remained hidden forever, he would find an opportunity to extract it the moment it flickered in his sea of consciousness again.

Xie Rong lay by the Ice Moon Lake for half a month before slowly waking up. Upon waking, he found his entire body felt light, and he could even touch the bottleneck for breaking through to the Golden Core stage. He could not help but mutter to himself, “Goodness, after signing that contract, it is as if I ate some precious treasure; even my meridians have become resilient.”

After discovering that all the changes were positive, Xie Rong felt a small sense of relief. At the same time, he called out to the plant in his heart: Tongxin, are you still there? I know there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, but you signed a contract with me without my consent, and I never agreed to anything. If you have any grudges to settle, please do not pin your hopes on me.

Xie Rong spoke in his heart for a long time, but he received no response. He could not even sense the contract he had signed. Upon returning to his cave dwelling after leaving the lake, he could not help but whisper in confusion, “Was there really a plant from outside the realm that signed a contract with me? Could I have encountered an illusion?” If it was an illusion, how could he explain his strengthened meridians?

For several days, Xie Rong tried to communicate with Tongxin, but he never received a response. If not for the fact that his meridians were stronger and his body absorbed spiritual energy faster, he would have truly believed the contract was a hallucination. Finding that he could not contact Tongxin, Xie Rong gradually shifted his focus back to his studies and cultivation. Life had to go on; he was never one to make things difficult for himself.

Years later, Snow Cloud Peak hosted a grand celebration. The guests included top figures from all the major sects, all there to congratulate Xuan Yue on his successful breakthrough to the Great Ascension stage. Before the ceremony began, Xie Rong received a voice transmission talisman from his Senior Brother. “Master wants all disciples to go to the main hall. If you are free now, hurry over.”

Xie Rong stood up, cast a dusting spell on himself, and sighed to himself: Cultivation is so convenient; one spell and everything is clean.

As soon as Xie Rong arrived at the hall on a crane, he saw his Senior Brother, Lin Mingsi, standing outside. Lin Mingsi waved at him warmly from a distance. With his late-stage Golden Core cultivation, Lin Mingsi was gentle and polite, making everyone feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze. Seeing Xie Rong greet him so enthusiastically, Lin Mingsi smiled faintly and gestured for Xie Rong to stand beside him. Because of their cultivation levels, the other disciples did not respect the Senior Brother much, but Xie Rong respected him from the bottom of his heart.

After Xie Rong arrived, Lin Mingsi whispered, “Master has broken through to the Great Ascension stage, and major sects have sent elders to deliver gifts. He might remind us of a few things later. In past years, some disciples accepted gifts randomly and caused disasters, leading to them being expelled from the sect.”

Knowing that Lin Mingsi was reminding him, Xie Rong whispered back, “Senior Brother, do not worry. I am not someone who cannot see things clearly; I know that some things, if accepted, will cost you your life.” There is no free lunch in this world. The more gifts I take now, the more I will have to pay back a hundred or a thousand times later. I am not that stupid.

Xuan Yue opened his eyes the moment Xie Rong arrived. He lifted a brow upon hearing Xie Rong’s internal thoughts. His little disciple had a good relationship with Lin Mingsi; he dared to say anything. Thinking of Lin Mingsi, Xuan Yue sighed softly. His eldest disciple was perfect in every way, except that he pursued perfection too intensely and pressured himself too much. Despite having excellent talent and comprehension, he had been unable to break through to the Nascent Soul stage for a long time.

Lin Mingsi and Xie Rong entered the main hall, where the rest of the disciples had already gathered. Xie Rong calmly looked at everyone. Master had taken nine disciples in total, and he was the youngest and the most useless one. Seeing Xuan Yue, Xie Rong bowed respectfully, though his heart was racing with excitement.

Ah, Master is wearing sky-blue robes today, making his skin look as bright and jade-like as ever. As expected of a Great Ascension cultivator, having weathered the lightning tribulation time and again, he has adjusted his body to the most perfect state. This face is truly a sight I can never get enough of.

Hearing Xie Rong’s joyous and excited thoughts, Xuan Yue could not help but lift his eyes to look at him. He checked to ensure that Xie Rong was not speaking or using divine sense communication before looking away again. He had sensed a flicker of the contract in his sea of consciousness earlier. Perhaps his ability to hear Xie Rong’s inner voice was related to that red light.

Seeing Xuan Yue look at him, Xie Rong felt extremely nervous. Why did Master look at me just now? Is he dissatisfied that I am still at the Foundation Establishment stage, feeling that I am a disgrace to him? But cultivation is really hard, and I only have a three-grade Water-Wood-Earth spiritual root.

Hearing Xie Rong mumbling continuously in his heart, Xuan Yue said coldly, “Cultivation must be done step by step; you cannot merely seek speed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall looked at Xie Rong, feeling puzzled. Xie Rong had been touching the bottleneck of the Golden Core stage for over three years, yet his cultivation remained stuck at the late Foundation Establishment stage. Was this still considered seeking speed?

Xie Rong looked around at his companions reflexively, subconsciously feeling that Master was not talking about him. His cultivation was stagnant; where was the “speed”?

Xuan Yue withdrew his gaze and instructed the group coldly. “Recently, major sects will send people to deliver gifts, and some things will certainly be sent to you. You may accept the greeting gifts from elders, but you must not accept gifts for favors. During the celebration, some juniors may challenge you to duels; do not disgrace my name.”

Hearing this, Xie Rong blinked and grumbled internally. What? I have to fight others? Other than the dusting spell, I am completely clueless about other techniques! Does he want me to go on stage and compete with others to see whose dusting spell makes clothes cleaner?

Hearing Xie Rong’s internal thoughts, Xuan Yue could not help but look at him again. Was that what Xie Rong was thinking? Knowing he was weak yet refusing to work hard and study. Since he had long known that Xie Rong was mediocre, Xuan Yue accepted the fact that his disciple was a failure. The feeling of being angry at his lack of ambition flashed and vanished, settling into calmness.

Xie Rong looked at Xuan Yue and felt anxious again. Master has looked at me several times today. Does he know that the disappearance of the plant from outside the realm has something to do with me? If he asks me about the plant later, what should I say? Should I say that the plant took my blood, signed a contract with me, and then disappeared? Would Master even believe such an absurd story?

Listening to Xie Rong’s deeply worried internal thoughts, Xuan Yue suddenly felt annoyed. “I recently discovered that the plant from outside the realm by the Ice Moon Lake has gone missing, and it left behind a hallucinogenic fragrance. That was not a true spiritual plant; it was likely an object that could induce hallucinations and bewitch people. As long as your minds remain clear and firm, you will naturally not be disturbed by evil objects.”

Xie Rong was stunned for a second, then began to shout excitedly in his heart. What? That plant was not a spiritual plant? Then the soul contract signed was also fake? But what about my meridians? Maybe it was because I fell unconscious by the Ice Moon Lake, and the water has body-tempering effects. I did hear Senior Brother mention that the lake water has body-tempering effects. Perhaps I absorbed too much spiritual energy while unconscious, which is why my meridians became resilient. Thankfully, I have anti-fraud awareness and did not fall for the evil object’s trap; otherwise, it would not have been just a simple coma—I might have been possessed.

Xuan Yue raised a hand to rub his temple. Everyone in the hall held their breath, not daring to speak. He realized only now that Xie Rong was a chatterbox, and a very stupid one at that, believing everything people told him. Xuan Yue had spoken casually, but Xie Rong not only believed him but even found a reason for why his meridians had become stronger.

Xuan Yue shook his head internally again. If Xie Rong, with his personality of easily trusting others, were to leave Snow Cloud Peak, he would definitely be eaten bones and all by others. Xuan Yue did not look at Xie Rong again, fearing he would not be able to control his disdain.

After leaving the hall, Xie Rong gently tugged on Lin Mingsi’s robe. Lin Mingsi understood immediately and asked softly, “Junior Brother, I have learned a new dish recently; would you like to taste it?”

Xie Rong’s eyes brightened as he nodded hurriedly. “I would, I would! Sorry to trouble you, Senior Brother.”

Xie Rong stepped onto Lin Mingsi’s flying sword with practiced ease. The second disciple, Gu Xingchen, laughed lightly upon seeing this and said, “The relationship between Senior Brother and Junior Brother is becoming better and better.”

The third senior sister, Yao Ling, glanced at the direction Lin Mingsi left and hummed disdainfully. “The Senior Brother does not think of cultivation now, but only worries about cooking for the Junior Brother. It is truly getting more and more…”

Gu Xingchen turned his head to look at Yao Ling upon hearing this, a faint smile on his face. “Third Junior Sister, some things should not be said aloud.”