Chapter 45: Give Me Back My Touched Feelings, You Pervert!

Bai Yue looked down at the jade slip and sword token in her hands, falling into a brief silence.

The Ascension Assembly.

The Du Xian Sect’s grand ceremony, held once every five years.

When the Ascension Assembly commenced, cultivators from all over the world would come to participate.

It was worth noting that the original Ascension Assembly was merely a celebratory festival established to commemorate the first Du Xian Sect cultivator to ascend to immortality.

On that day, the Du Xian Sect would open its mountain gates wide.

Even mortals could come in and join the festivities.

The elders would take turns giving lectures in the square, answering questions and resolving doubts for the disciples.

All to celebrate this great joyous occasion.

As time passed, it gradually evolved into a recruitment event.

Lectures turned into examinations.

Spectating turned into poaching talent.

The sect would invite geniuses from all over the Nine Provinces to feast, put them through trials, and absorb the promising ones into their ranks.

Countless cultivators sharpened their wits, desperate to make a name for themselves at the assembly, hoping to leap into becoming inner disciples of a prestigious orthodox sect.

However, if she recalled the game’s plot correctly, this particular Ascension Assembly didn’t have any special events.

The real storm would come at the next assembly.

In the original storyline, that was when Xiao Yueluo would officially participate as a new disciple.

That assembly was a disaster—demonic cultivators lurking in the shadows, demon clan spies, agents from ancient powers.

All sorts of NPCs with mind-bogglingly complex backgrounds would swarm into the Du Xian Sect that day, throwing the entire ceremony into chaos.

This time, however, it was supposed to be a routine selection.

And rather than letting others decide Xiao Yueluo’s fate, it was indeed better to keep control in her own hands, just as her master had suggested.

With this thought, Bai Yue’s resistance significantly weakened.

“Fine.”

Bai Yue looked up, her gaze behind the mask calm as still water.

“But I have conditions.”

“Oh?”

An Ran raised an eyebrow with interest, her red lips parting slightly.

“Let’s hear them.”

“First, since I’ll be presiding on your behalf, I have full authority over Piaomiao Peak’s slots and selections for this assembly.”

Bai Yue’s voice was cool.

“Master may not interfere for any reason.

If the Elder Council objects, Master will handle them.”

“No problem!”

An Ran agreed readily, even waving her hand.

“You can bring them all back as menial servants for all I care.”

“Second.”

Bai Yue stared into An Ran’s eyes, her tone hardening.

“Regardless of their test results, those two at the inn must be accepted into Piaomiao Peak.

And without my permission, Master is not to go down the mountain to visit them during this time, nor use any of your methods to probe them.”

An Ran’s languid expression froze.

She pouted, like an irritable child who’d had her toy confiscated, and clicked her tongue impatiently: “Fine, fine!

What am I, a thief?

As long as you’re not getting all cozy with them, I couldn’t care less about them.”

“And no randomly sending voice transmissions.

And don’t test your sword on the cranes at the back mountain just because you’re bored.”

“Why can’t I send transmissions?”

An Ran sat up abruptly at this, her previously adjusted collar slipping down again—though she paid it no mind, protesting indignantly.

“If you don’t let me transmit, you’ll suffocate me!”

“Because I need to focus completely on the assembly.

Distractions lead to mistakes.”

Bai Yue remained unmoved, her tone resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

“If Master can’t agree, then Master can preside over the assembly herself.”

With that, she made as if to toss the sword token and jade slip back onto the bed.

“Fine, fine!

I agree!”

Seeing this, An Ran immediately caved.

“No transmissions, no terrorizing the cranes!

I’ll just sleep in bed, okay!

Honestly, who’s the master here anyway…”

She muttered under her breath, her tone full of resentment.

“In that case, this disciple will head down the mountain to prepare.”

Bai Yue ignored her complaints, tucking the jade slip and sword token into her storage ring.

“Alright.

Stay safe.

This Ascension Assembly might not be as peaceful as it seems.”

An Ran replied as Bai Yue prepared to leave.

“Those old fossils in the Elder Council usually treat me like a plague.

Yet this time, they’re insisting I attend—they probably have some trouble they need me to clean up.”

Bai Yue’s eyes flickered at this.

Behind the mask, her brow furrowed unconsciously.

Trouble?

In the original plot, nothing whatsoever had happened at the Du Xian Sect during this time.

An Ran hadn’t made a move during this assembly either.

Was the butterfly effect beginning to show?

Because she had taken in Xiao Yueluo, changing her trajectory, was it now pulling other threads and causing the sect’s storyline to veer off course as well?

If that were the case, this assembly might not be as safe as she remembered.

“I gave you that sword token not just for activating the formation,” An Ran continued.

As she spoke, a clear clang rang out.

The crisp sound of a sword hum cut through the silence.

The Heaven-Severing Sword, which Bai Yue had thrown to the floor earlier, transformed into a streak of light and flew steadily back into An Ran’s hand.

“If you run into trouble you can’t solve at the assembly, or if…”

An Ran lifted her eyelids, a terrifying glint flashing in her eyes.

“If any old fossil dares to bully you just because of their seniority.”

The temperature in the chamber plummeted.

A sharp, overwhelming sword aura instantly locked down the entire room.

“Use the sword token to call me.”

An Ran’s voice was icy cold, each word deliberate, carrying an unyielding dominance.

“I don’t care who they are or what backing they have.

If they dare touch someone from Piaomiao Peak, I’ll break their bones!”

Feeling that fierce, unparalleled sword intent emanating from before her, the corner of Bai Yue’s mouth twitched slightly beneath her mask.

Though this master had a terrible personality, was desperately needy, had potential yandere tendencies, and was always trying to bend her over—

There was no denying this kind of unreasonable protectiveness was hard to dislike.

“This disciple understands.”

Bai Yue replied softly, then formed a hand seal, preparing to leave.

“Wait!”

An Ran suddenly called out urgently.

The moment she did, that overbearing Sword Immortal aura instantly shattered and vanished without a trace.

Bai Yue paused and turned to look.

An Ran sat up on the bed, rummaging around inside her loose collar for a while before mysteriously producing a pitch-black pill.

“I see your cultivation has reached the peak of Golden Core Middle Stage, on the verge of breakthrough.”

An Ran’s face once again wore a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Master has a pill here that can give you a boost.”

The moment the black pill was brought out, an intensely sweet, cloying fragrance instantly filled the air.

Bai Yue stared at that black pill, the corner of her eye twitching violently.

She knew this thing all too well.

A top-tier secret medicine from the Joyous Union Sect in the game.

The effect was immediate.

Not only would it increase one’s cultivation, but it would also make the body go weak, shatter all reason, leaving only the most primal impulses!

Even the most resolute sword cultivator would turn into a beast after taking it.

And then she saw An Ran swallowing hard, her eyes practically glowing green.

Bai Yue understood everything in an instant.

This was definitely something An Ran had wheedled and swindled out of that similarly perverted old hag from the Joyous Union Sect a few days ago, when her cultivation backfired and she shrank into her loli form.

She’d gotten it specifically for her disciple.

Since she herself would shrink at critical moments, she’d make her disciple take the initiative instead!

—What a clever plan.

Give me back my touched feelings, you pervert!

Bai Yue took a deep breath inwardly.

Even if she had felt warmth from her master’s protectiveness a moment ago, right now, Bai Yue just wanted to draw her sword and crack open this woman’s head to see just how much water was sloshing around inside.

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