He Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Useless Little Disciple, Whose Innermost Thoughts Were Overheard By Demonic Master! - Chapter 20

Zhong Mobei coughed lightly, and Xuan Yue turned to Xie Rong, saying, “You wait outside the hall first; I have some cultivation matters to discuss with your Grandmaster.”

After Xuan Yue spoke, Xie Rong immediately rose, bowed, and respectfully retreated to the entrance. With a single glance from Zhong Mobei, everyone else in the hall, including Zhong Menghui, left. Once only he and Xuan Yue remained, Mobei looked at Xuan Yue with a cold gaze.

“You are too reckless. How could you dare to breakthrough to the Mahayana stage without finding a way to suppress the Demonic Bone? If your demonic identity had been exposed, there would have been no place for you in the Xuan Tian Sect.”

The more Zhong Mobei spoke, the angrier he became, eventually slamming his hand onto the armrest. Xuan Yue lowered his eyes and remained silent. Mobei had never taken him as a disciple out of kindness; since he reached the Nascent Soul stage, he had been nothing more than a tool for Mobei to accumulate wealth. Xie Rong was shocked by the luxury here, unaware that most of these treasures were items Xuan Yue had plundered using his demonic identity. Mobei was not angry because he feared for Xuan Yue’s safety; he was angry that Xuan Yue had succeeded. Xuan Yue had always known he was merely a tool that Mobei was raising. For many years, he had helped Mobei eliminate rivals and performed countless shameful tasks.

Seeing Xuan Yue’s cultivation speed increase, Mobei had long wanted to remove him. Had the Ancient Secret Realm not suddenly emerged, Mobei likely would have attempted to kill him a millennium ago. Xuan Yue’s gaze was cold as he replied in a flat tone, “I have matters under control. I would never do anything to implicate you, Master.” If he had not risked the breakthrough at that time, he would have met his end by now.

Mobei sighed deeply and asked the question he most wanted to know: “How much of your strength can you utilize now?”

Since Xuan Yue had reached the Mahayana stage, Mobei’s previous methods for eliminating him were no longer viable, and he needed to re-plan. Although Xuan Yue had been obedient since childhood and had never disobeyed him, Mobei felt that things were slipping out of his control.

Xuan Yue looked him straight in the eyes. “I must use eighty percent of my spiritual power to suppress the demonic energy within, leaving me with two percent of my strength.”

Upon hearing this, Mobei narrowed his eyes. A Mahayana initial-stage cultivator with only twenty percent of their strength was a threat he could handle. A demonic cultivator in the Mahayana realm was capable of far more than one at the Tribulation stage. Xuan Yue was indeed a dangerous weapon that could cut its wielder if they were not careful, but he was also a weapon that brought in endless resources. Mobei decided that Xuan Yue was still under his control, especially since Xuan Yue feared the exposure of his demonic status and could only utilize a fraction of his power.

Xuan Yue took out a jade slip and handed it to Mobei. “Master, I encountered a small secret realm on my way back from the border. There is a formation inside that is quite interesting, but I cannot quite decipher it.”

Mobei did not doubt Xuan Yue’s words at all. After receiving the slip, he said, “You are still young; your experience is limited, so it is normal that you do not recognize it.” Although Xuan Yue’s talent was heaven-defying, he spent most of his time cultivating, so how much could he really know about formations?

Mobei initially took a casual look, but the more he read, the more shocked he became. Eventually, his breathing grew hurried, and he asked, “Where is this formation?”

As soon as he spoke, Mobei realized he had been too excited. This was a formation left behind from the ancient era, and it appeared to be an intact sacrificial formation. Such a possibility was difficult to remain calm about. If a sacrificial formation existed, the chances of finding an ancient legacy were high. If he could obtain a fragment of a holy artifact, he would no longer fear the heavenly lightning of ascension.

Xuan Yue deliberately furrowed his brow, letting Mobei see his hesitation, before saying, “Master, I suspected this was an ancient formation, but I have not researched them much and cannot be certain of its type. There may be opportunities for ancient legacies within, but since I possess the Demonic Bone and have no hope of ascending, my only regret is my little disciple, Xie Rong. I would like to request one thing: allow me to bring Xie Rong along to this secret realm. If there are opportunities suitable for him, I hope you will grant them to him.”

It was the first time Mobei had seen Xuan Yue care so much for someone. Xuan Yue had never shown such concern for Lin Mingsi or his other disciples. However, Mobei did not fear that Xuan Yue had someone he cared for; he feared that Xuan Yue cared for nothing at all. The more Xuan Yue cared for Xie Rong, the more pleased Mobei was. On the journey to the secret realm, he could observe whether Xuan Yue’s attachment was genuine or merely a ruse. If it were a ruse, it would mean Xuan Yue’s heart had grown untamable, and he could no longer be allowed to live.

Mobei sneered internally. With Xuan Yue only capable of exerting twenty percent of his combat power and Xie Rong being a useless Golden Core cultivator with three-system roots, he made his decision. “If my calculations are correct, this is an ancient sacrificial formation, and such places usually contain ancient legacies. Since you discovered it, you may bring Xie Rong along.”

He would also bring Zhong Menghui. With the protection of his power, he was certain Xie Rong would not dare to compete with Menghui for any opportunities. A mere Golden Core cultivator could be easily removed if he proved to be a nuisance.

Mobei did not force Xuan Yue to reveal the location of the secret realm; he knew Xuan Yue did not trust him. He waved his hand, dismissing Xuan Yue to prepare for the journey, and returned to studying the formation on the jade slip.

As Xie Rong stepped out of the hall, he was glared at by Zhong Menghui, which left him feeling quite depressed. The Sect Master was right: Zhong Menghui truly had a terrible temper.

“Do not think I do not know what kind of dirty tactics you used. My Senior Brother only accepted you as a disciple out of pity. You had better stay far away from him. If I ever see you touch my Senior Brother with those dirty hands again, I will cut them off.”

The murderous threat from Menghui made Xie Rong frown deeply. He felt that Menghui was like a madwoman, lacking any of the poise expected of a high-level cultivator. The more Menghui looked at Xie Rong’s face, the more irritated she became. Finally, she flicked her sleeve at him, and a surge of spiritual energy transformed into blades, flying rapidly toward his face. She wanted to destroy that annoying face. Although his Senior Brother might be angry, with her father present, his Senior Brother would never hold a grudge against her for long.

Xie Rong did not know what Menghui was doing; he only saw a barrier of spiritual energy flash before him, blocking the attack a meter away. Menghui recognized the energy as Xuan Yue’s and glared at the hall, shouting, “Senior Brother, why are you protecting this cheap thing? If you want a disciple, I can pick out a few more pleasing ones for you. I find this Xie Rong more detestable by the second!”

Xie Rong stood in place, his heart pounding with fear. When did I become a cheap thing? I have not said a single word. That energy was so violent; if Master hadn’t blocked it, my face would have been completely ruined. She is clearly targeting me because of my appearance. Zhong Menghui is so possessive; she doesn’t even want anyone else near Master, yet I am his disciple!

Xie Rong felt more and more that Menghui was a madwoman—a lethal one at that. When she received no response from Xuan Yue, she grew even angrier and channeled more energy to attack him several more times. Finding that Xuan Yue was determined to protect Xie Rong, she glared at him and sent a telepathic message: You little bitch, do not be so smug. I have known Senior Brother for thousands of years; the person he cares about most will always be me. His protection now is just a passing whim. You had better be sensible and stay far away from him, or he cannot protect you forever. If I kill you by accident, he will only scold me for it.

Xie Rong gasped in shock and clutched his chest, his long eyelashes trembling. A madwoman; she must be a madwoman.

Menghui possessed an immortal artifact, and although Xuan Yue knew she had sent a telepathic message, he could not hear its content. Hearing the panic in Xie Rong’s heart, he quickened his pace. When Xie Rong finally reached him, he looked up with a hesitant expression, still sweating from fear. Aside from his duel with Xiao Xifeng at the Ceremony of Congratulations, this was the second time he had felt such genuine murderous intent. Menghui truly wanted to kill him!

Xuan Yue patted Xie Rong’s shoulder. “You have the barrier I placed on you, so no one can harm you. Let us return to Snow Cloud Peak.”

He knew of Menghui’s extreme and deranged personality, so he would never have left Xie Rong outside without protection. Menghui, driven by madness, was genuinely capable of killing, and despite Xie Rong’s resilient constitution, he was still only at the Golden Core stage and could not withstand her attacks.

Menghui regained her composure after seeing Xuan Yue, remembering how he had looked at her with disgust in the past, calling her an ugly madwoman whenever she lost her temper. She quickly put on a smile and hurried after them to explain. “Senior Brother, I was just joking with your disciple. You do not believe me, do you? I never intended to hurt him; that blast of energy was just to test his courage. He is far too timid; he didn’t even move when attacked. He has no combat awareness at all. Why not let me take him and teach him for a few days?”

Upon hearing this, Xie Rong panicked. Disregarding Menghui’s previous threat, he grabbed Xuan Yue’s hand in a panic. If Xuan Yue handed him over to Menghui, he would be dead by tomorrow. Feeling Xie Rong’s fear, Xuan Yue naturally held the boy’s hand and looked at Menghui with icy eyes. “My disciple does not need your guidance, Junior Sister. Please be more mindful in the future. Rong’er is timid and does not like such jokes.”

After saying this, Xuan Yue pulled Xie Rong and turned to leave, leaving behind a completely deranged Menghui. She erupted into a frenzy, using violent energy to destroy everything around her.

“Damn that Xie Rong! How dare he hold Senior Brother’s hand! Damn that little bitch; I will kill him sooner or later!”

As Menghui raged, Zhong Mobei watched through his divine sense and sighed in frustration. His daughter’s talent was average, so to help her reach the Deity Transformation stage, he had forced her to cultivate an ancient technique. This technique was neither entirely righteous nor evil, carrying a demonic nature that warped one’s character into paranoia and madness. He was well aware of these side effects, yet he had insisted she cultivate it, for he could not have a daughter who could not even break through to the Deity Transformation stage.

Once her energy was exhausted, Menghui slowly regained her reason, but upon realizing she had lost control in front of Xuan Yue, she burst into tears. Mobei frowned and sent a telepathic message: What are you crying about? It is just a Xie Rong. If you dislike him, just remove him; is such a trivial matter worth crying over?

Menghui grew agitated, shouting telepathically: You do not understand! Senior Brother held Xie Rong’s hand! Do you know what that represents? Senior Brother, who has never allowed anyone near him, held Xie Rong’s hand! Menghui trusted her instincts; Xie Rong could not be allowed to remain.