Chapter 105: Ziling’s Constitution!

Today was undoubtedly the liveliest day in Jinhuan City, for it marked the day when new disciples who had passed the trials were formally inducted into the Qingxuan Sect.

Early in the morning, Yang Yan, Zhang Fei, and Zhang Lin set out slowly, accompanied by many members of the Zhang family, making their way toward the estate’s entrance.

Now, these three had unquestionably become the standard-bearers of the younger generation within the Zhang clan. Everyone understood the significance of joining the Qingxuan Sect as disciples; it was an unparalleled honor for the entire Zhang family.

“Yan’er, I can hardly believe how much you’ve grown…” Zhang Tai’s face was filled with joy and excitement. This year, the Zhang family had three members directly accepted as disciples by the Qingxuan Sect—a grand occasion unseen in a century. Among them, the greatest contributor was undoubtedly Yang Yan.

“Once you enter the Qingxuan Sect, train diligently. Whatever you set your mind to, your father believes you will accomplish it!” Zhang Tai’s eyes were filled with pride and a touch of complexity as he looked at Yang Yan.

Hearing his father’s words with their deeper meaning, Yang Yan nodded earnestly, fully aware of the implications.

“Brother Yang Yan, I’ll miss you!” At that moment, Zi Ling ran up, tugging at Yang Yan’s arm. Her large, watery eyes brimmed with tears, her voice slightly hoarse.

Yang Yan smiled softly in response, gently patting the little girl’s head, a rare tenderness shining in his eyes.

“Silly girl, I’ll miss you too!”

In recent days, Yang Yan had little time to spend with Zi Ling due to his cultivation and refining work. But ever since the incident at White Ridge, the little girl seemed resolute in her own cultivation. She hadn’t missed a single session, though Yang Yan wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad for her.

From Yang Yan’s perspective, he never wanted Zi Ling, a girl, to endure so much hardship. He only wished to protect her so she could remain the lively, innocent child she was. As for the storms outside, he would bear those burdens himself as her older brother.

“Crackling firecrackers…” The ear-splitting sound snapped Yang Yan out of his reverie. He gently patted the back of the girl who was sobbing softly in his arms, then spoke in a gentle voice.

“All right! You’re so big now, and yet you’re still crying like this? Isn’t it embarrassing? It’s not like you won’t see Brother Yang Yan again…”

Yang Yan’s face was filled with heartache. Since childhood, the thing he feared most was seeing Zi Ling cry. Women’s tears truly had an unimaginable power over men.

“Then you… promise you’ll come back to see me often…”

Zi Ling reluctantly pulled away from Yang Yan’s embrace, wiping the tears from her face. Her bright, flushed eyes locked onto his with earnestness.

“All right, Brother Yang Yan promises he will come to see you whenever he has time…”

Only then did the girl break into a smile.

The group escorted Yang Yan and the others all the way to the foot of Qingxuan Mountain. Gazing up at the towering, majestic mountain gate, Yang Yan glanced back at Zhang Tai and the tearful Zi Ling, his voice steady.

“Father, Zi Ling, take good care of yourselves!”

With those words, Yang Yan exhaled deeply, then suddenly turned and strode boldly into Qingxuan Mountain.

“Yan’er, with your talent and tenacity, this small Qingxuan Sect will never hold you back…” Watching Yang Yan’s figure gradually disappear, Zhang Tai’s eyes burned with unwavering determination as he murmured quietly.

Shortly after Yang Yan and his companions entered the Qingxuan Sect, a young man dressed in the sect’s robes appeared—likely the senior disciple assigned to receive them. After a brief greeting, the youth led the three deeper into Qingxuan Mountain.

The deeper they ventured, the more excitement and astonishment spread across Yang Yan’s face. From the foot of the mountain, the swirling mists and protective arrays had concealed much of its true visage.

But now, he was utterly amazed. The mountain paths were paved with blue stone, each slab perfectly uniform in size, with barely a seam between them, as if carved from a single piece.

On either side of the path bloomed exotic flowers and rare plants, their fragrance intoxicating. Among the blossoms, colorful butterflies danced gracefully. A gentle breeze carried the floral scent, uplifting the spirit. Surrounding them, palatial halls rose majestically, shrouded in mist, resembling celestial palaces.

Although Yang Yan and his companions only glimpsed a corner of the sect’s grounds, it was enough to reveal the vastness and depth of the Qingxuan Sect—far beyond ordinary understanding. Since they were novices just beginning their journey, their eyes were filled with awe at the sect’s grandeur.

Yet that senior disciple, having lived here for years, had grown indifferent to the beauty surrounding Qingxuan Mountain, barely glancing at the scenery.

Finally, their group stopped at a secluded courtyard. Though somewhat remote within the sect, it suited Yang Yan perfectly, as he disliked disturbances. After arranging their rooms and receiving the sect’s robes and identity badges symbolizing their discipleship, Yang Yan collapsed onto his bed, unwilling to rise.

The past five days had taken a great toll on his body, soul, and spirit, but the benefits were substantial. Through fierce battles with powerful beasts and countless refining sessions, both his spiritual energy and soul power had greatly increased.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts—Old Yang’s somewhat excited tone rang out abruptly, though his words left Yang Yan puzzled.

“I never imagined, in such a desolate place, there would emerge so many formidable physiques. The Zhang family truly must have accumulated great blessings from their ancestors…”

Before Yang Yan could inquire further, Old Yang delivered a jaw-dropping revelation.

“That little girl’s physique is extraordinarily rare and powerful—some might say even stronger than your True Lunar Physique!”

“You mean… Zi Ling!” Yang Yan’s heart was thrown into a storm. He startled upright, unable to restrain a shout. Such news was even more shocking than learning he himself possessed the True Lunar Physique.

Zi Ling had grown up under his care, yet she had never shown much interest in cultivation. Though her attitude had recently changed, Yang Yan had never noticed any exceptional talent in her practice.

“Sigh, it seems you’re quite the irresponsible brother. She’s actually a ‘Myriad Spirit Physique,’ a once-in-a-millennium rarity!” Old Yang chided.

“Myriad Spirit Physique?” Yang Yan muttered, unfamiliar with the term, his brow furrowing.

“This physique grants an innate affinity for all living things. Earth, plants, animals—everything with life except humans—she resonates with them all. With this body, she doesn’t need to train her physique through ordinary means; simply absorbing the energies of cultivated animals and plants can enhance her physical strength and power. Moreover, when her physique activates, it draws upon the energies of Heaven and Earth, greatly benefiting her cultivation. Such a mutually beneficial, perfect physique is highly coveted among certain ancient sects!”

Yang Yan was stunned by this revelation. If Old Yang spoke truly, Zi Ling’s physique was enviable indeed. Yet a chill crept into his heart. Such a rare talent surely attracted attention from darker forces. If she became a target...

The thought sent a cold sweat down Yang Yan’s spine.

“Kid, it’s too late to realize this now! Not far from your Zhang family estate, I sense an incredibly powerful presence. I didn’t tell you earlier for fear it would detect me! And I sensed the little girl’s strength; if I’m not mistaken, she has already reached the fifth level of the Spirit Perception Realm! Looks like she’s secretly been training with that powerful figure!”

“Fifth level of the Spirit Perception Realm!?” Yang Yan’s shock deepened. In just half a month of physical cultivation, Zi Ling had surpassed him at a terrifying pace.

“Is Zi Ling in danger!?” Yang Yan’s astonishment was quickly overridden by concern for her safety.

“Probably not. The Myriad Spirit Physique is exceedingly rare. That formidable presence I sensed likely belongs to a powerful sect. Such an entity could easily destroy the Qingxuan Sect if they wished, but if they wanted to harm the girl, she wouldn’t have survived until now…”

Yang Yan exhaled deeply, somewhat relieved by Old Yang’s words. Yet he could not let down his guard entirely. Even if the individual admiring Zi Ling’s physique was a powerful figure, Yang Yan resolved to meet them face to face for the sake of her safety.

“Heh heh, don’t be so impatient. I don’t think you’ll need to find him yourself; soon enough, he will come looking for you. In this small place, the girl’s talent can never be fully developed…”

Thus the story continued.