Chapter 27: Higher-Dimensional Magic

Tianji City, Ascension Assembly Registration Office.

The receptionist stood up, pointing condescendingly at Su Qingyan’s nose.

“A mortal with no spiritual energy fluctuations whatsoever.

A creature no better than an ant.

Who gave you the nerve to bargain with this immortal?”

His gaze shifted to Xiao Yueluo.

Xiao Yueluo instinctively flinched back.

“And you.”

The immortal’s eyes were like venom-tipped daggers.

“Your meridians are hollow and weak, your spiritual energy a mess of impurities—clearly the mark of a ruined spiritual root.

With such meager cultivation, you dare to come to the Ascension Assembly?”

He waved his hand dramatically, as if shooing away flies.

“Every stray cat and mangy dog comes running to Tianji City.

Why don’t you take a piss and see if you’re even worthy?”

“Look at the stench of poverty on you!”

The immortal slammed the table, his voice sharp.

“My word is the rule here!

One second past is still past!

Now get lost!”

“Don’t dirty the floor of this office!”

The hall fell silent instantly.

Countless gazes turned toward the three of them—some gleeful, some coldly indifferent, most simply eager for a show.

Su Qingyan took a deep breath, her face paling slightly.

But as a mortal, though it stung, she didn’t have much of an emotional reaction.

But Xiao Yueluo was thunderstruck.

Ruined spiritual root.

Waste.

Those words pierced straight through her already deeply wounded pride.

She had been filled with fear and self-doubt about coming to the Ascension Assembly.

She didn’t know what right she—a castaway abandoned by her family—had to stand here.

Now, having her wounds ripped open so mercilessly in front of everyone by a member of the Du Xian Sect, Xiao Yueluo felt her mind go blank with a buzzing noise.

She bit her lip hard, her hands clutching the hem of her robe until her knuckles turned white.

She wanted to retort, to shout that she was not a waste, but her throat felt as if it were filled with lead—not a single word would come out.

She could only stand frozen, head bowed, like a prisoner waiting for their death sentence.

Bai Yue stood behind the two, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Here comes the plot point.

In the original story, Xiao Yueluo had attended the next Ascension Assembly after awakening the divine bloodline within her.

At that time, although her outward aptitude was still that of a ruined spiritual root, when this same receptionist mocked her, she unleashed the full pressure of her divine bloodline on the spot, forcing him to his knees, coughing up blood—a satisfying face-slapping moment.

But now, things were different.

Because of Bai Yue’s interference, Xiao Yueluo had come early.

Without her divine bloodline awakened, she was truly a weakling now—aside from her surprisingly painful bite, she had no way to fight back.

Bai Yue glanced at Xiao Yueluo’s trembling shoulders.

Perfect.

A free favorability ATM had just delivered itself.

Technically, Bai Yue could have leaked a fraction of her own overwhelming aura.

But she couldn’t expose her identity just yet.

Since she couldn’t resort to force, she would have to use a bit of higher-dimensional magic.

Bai Yue stepped forward, passing Su Qingyan, and positioned herself directly in front of Xiao Yueluo.

Xiao Yueluo looked up blankly at that back—the back that always made her grind her teeth in frustration.

Bai Yue clasped her hands behind her, straightened her spine, and lifted her chin slightly.

Her demeanor shifted instantly.

It was the composed, commanding aura of a “superior official inspecting a grassroots office.”

No spiritual energy fluctuations.

No pressure release.

She simply stood there calmly, her gaze as sharp as a cold blade, piercing straight at the arrogant receptionist.

SLAM!

Without warning, Bai Yue slammed her hand heavily on the solid wooden counter.

The dull thud echoed through the spacious hall, shaking even the bronze water clock on the desk.

The receptionist flinched at the sudden noise, instinctively leaning back half an inch.

But then, realizing it was just a rogue cultivator with no cultivation fluctuations who had slammed the table, his face flushed red with fury.

“How dare—”

“You dare!”

Bai Yue cut him off before he could finish, her voice rising sharply, as cold and hard as raw iron.

“Open your eyes and look!

What time is it now?

There’s still an entire incense stick’s worth of time before this hall closes!”

The receptionist blinked, seemingly caught off guard by the angle of attack.

“So what if there’s an incense stick left?”

He sneered, resuming his arrogant posture, chin raised high.

“I say today’s business is done—so it’s done.

Who do you think you are, to question the rules of the Du Xian Sect?”

With that, he puffed out his chest, deliberately showing off the delicate cloud-pattern embroidery on his moon-white Daoist robe—the mark of an inner disciple.

“Look carefully—I am a fully credentialed inner disciple of the Du Xian Sect!

In this Tianji City office, I am the rule, I am the face of this establishment!

And you—some beggar rogue who crawled out of a mud pit—dare to shout at me?”

She sneered, a dangerous flicker of spiritual light gathering at her fingertip.

“Before I lose my temper, take those two wastes behind you and get lost—”

“Shut up!”

Bai Yue’s voice cracked like thunder.

Not only was she not cowed by the other’s spiritual pressure, but she struck back with an even louder voice, slamming the words right back down the receptionist’s throat.

There was no frantic anger in her voice—only a commanding, undeniable authority, the kind that came from looking down from above.

“What a fine face of the Du Xian Sect!

What a fine fully credentialed inner disciple!”

Bai Yue let out a cold, staccato laugh, her eyes boring into the other’s.

“Is this how you represent the sect?

Leaving your post before closing time—that’s dereliction of duty!

Calling seekers of the Dao ‘ants’ and ‘wastes’—that’s moral corruption!”

The receptionist was stunned, even the spiritual light at his fingertips flickering uncertainly.

He opened his mouth to retort: “What do you know—”

“I’m not finished!”

Bai Yue took a decisive step forward, her presence flaring.

Every bit of “leadership reprimand” presence she had honed in her previous life’s workplace came flooding out at this moment.

It was a commanding presence built not on supernatural power, but on pure rhetorical logic and psychological pressure—a suffocating net descending over him.

“As a receptionist for the Tianji City office, you do not represent yourself—you represent the face of the entire Du Xian Sect!

You think you’re just chasing away a few rogue cultivators you don’t like?

Wrong!”

Bai Yue raised one finger, almost poking the tip of his nose, each word landing like a hammer blow.

“You are tarnishing the sect’s reputation!

You are cutting off the sect’s lifeblood of fresh talent!

Your behavior—on the small scale—is lazy governance and sloppy conduct.

On the large scale—you are sabotaging the sect’s grand strategy of recruiting talents from across the land, and delaying the magnificent blueprint of the Du Xian Sect becoming the number one sect of the Nine Provinces!”

Silence.

A deathly stillness.

All the rogue cultivators in the hall stared in stunned disbelief.

The receptionist’s face had gone from white to green, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He was panicking.

This tone, this presence, this mastery of framing accusations…

Could this person not be some Qi Condensation third-level nobody, but an inspector sent down from the sect’s higher-ups in disguise?

Only those old monsters from the Punishment Hall who specialized in discipline had this suffocating sense of oppression!

“You… you’re spouting nonsense!”

He slammed the table in a rage, though his wrist felt strangely weak.

“I… I’m just following procedure!

She really is a ruined spiritual root—”

“Following procedure?

Which procedure teaches you to insult seekers of the Dao?”

Bai Yue gave him no room to breathe, pressing her attack relentlessly.

“The cultivation world is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers—who’s to say a ruined spiritual root cannot achieve greatness later?

The sect teaches us to embrace all rivers, to unite every force we can!

And you?

You’re creating division, setting up opposition!

This isn’t doing your job—this is shaming the elders of this sect!”

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