Chapter 27: Someone Requests an Opportunity from You

By the time Wu Duantian arrived at the scene with his personal disciple, the battle had long since ended.

The heavenly phenomena had dissipated, the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy had faded, and the senior expert was nowhere to be found.

“There’s residual demonic energy here. Could it be that the senior was fighting a demonic cultivator?”

He scanned the area and soon spotted a massive thunder crater dozens of meters wide. Upon closer inspection, the crater was over three meters deep, filled with molten rock from the intense heat, and arcs of lightning still flickered in the lava.

The remnants of demonic energy lingered faintly in the pit, but its owner was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had been obliterated without a trace—or maybe they had fled.

“To wield such terrifying lightning… Tsk, this senior’s strength truly defies comprehension.”

On the surface, Wu Duantian maintained the composure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. In reality, his heart was in turmoil.

Nascent Soul cultivators could refine their avatars to cooperate in offense and defense, and they could even begin to harness the forces of nature. However, to summon the power of the Dao itself, as this senior had done, was entirely beyond Wu Duantian’s capabilities.

What level of cultivation could achieve such a feat?

Still, since the senior had fought against a demonic cultivator, it was reassuring to assume they were on the righteous path.

This thought eased his mind somewhat.

“Master, look—there’s a woman in that hut,” Zhao Lingtian said, pointing to a small house by the stream at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Duantian squinted. His enhanced vision easily pierced the distance, and he recognized the figure inside the hut. “Isn’t that the disciple from Chixiao Peak who injured her junior sister on purpose? What was her name... Li Qingran?”

“Yes, that’s her.” Zhao Lingtian sneered. “During the sect tournament, where attacks are supposed to stop before causing real harm, she sought personal revenge. Getting expelled from Chixiao Peak and the sect was what she deserved. I heard Zhang Hanxiao sent her back to the mortal world. Looks like she’s crawled back here, thinking she can rejoin Qingyun Sect.”

“Don’t waste time on insignificant people,” Wu Duantian replied, withdrawing his gaze. A disgraced disciple with her cultivation base crippled wasn’t worth their attention.

Still, Li Qingran had been lucky to survive. The thunder crater was only three or four hundred meters away from her hut. If it had been closer, even the residual force of the lightning could have been fatal.

As for whether the mysterious senior had any connection to Li Qingran, Wu Duantian never considered it. The difference in their statuses was as vast as heaven and earth. A cultivator capable of crafting divine pills wouldn’t care about a mere ant.

“Zhao Lingtian, that senior might still be nearby,” Wu Duantian said. “After such a battle, they’re likely resting in a secluded location. Be sincere in your plea—perhaps they can help restore your dantian.”

“Yes, Sect Master.” Zhao Lingtian was brimming with confidence.

Born a prince of a great mortal kingdom, he possessed rare talent, with a radiant Flame Spiritual Root. Before his dantian was shattered, it was rated as fourth-grade. Combined with his striking looks and extraordinary charisma, he believed anyone would admire his potential.

Cultivation emphasized karmic ties. High-level reclusive cultivators, often stuck at bottlenecks, would roam to seek opportunities, doing good deeds to enhance their karmic balance.

Zhao Lingtian stepped forward, bowing respectfully toward the thunder crater. Tears welled in his eyes as he pleaded, “This junior is Zhao Lingtian, personal disciple of the Qingyun Sect Master. I witnessed your divine pill refinement and heroic battle against the demonic cultivator. I have long admired your strength.

“My dantian was shattered by a demonic cultivator, and I harbor deep hatred toward them.

“I humbly ask for your guidance or a prescription to restore my dantian. If you help me recover, I will never forget your kindness. I am willing to serve you loyally for the rest of my life.”

Wu Duantian, standing nearby, felt a twinge of jealousy. Zhao Lingtian had never expressed such devotion to him.

Still, he suppressed his feelings, hoping his prized disciple’s dantian might be restored.

They waited patiently in the wilderness.

Inside the hut, Li Qingran glanced out the window and quickly returned to her bed.

“So Wu Duantian and Zhao Lingtian came here to seek an opportunity from the senior?”

Her thoughts were complicated. Would the senior grant Zhao Lingtian the chance he sought?

She didn’t know. The senior wasn’t the type to hand out opportunities freely, but neither were they stingy.

Though she hated to admit it, Zhao Lingtian’s talent and background far outstripped hers. Investing in him would likely yield greater returns.

But she didn’t want the senior to help Zhao Lingtian—not because she was selfish, but because she understood his character. Zhao Lingtian was arrogant, narrow-minded, and prone to causing trouble. If he misused the senior’s resources, it could bring harm to the senior in return.

Ultimately, the decision wasn’t hers to make. All she could do was watch quietly.

[Someone is requesting an opportunity from you!]

Chen Huai’an was reviewing his spoils when the game displayed this notification.

“What the h*ck?” he muttered. The game showed Wu Duantian and Zhao Lingtian near the hut.

“Hah! Big shots, huh? Isn’t Qingyun Sect where Li Qingran used to belong? And these guys want something from me?”

Chen Huai’an felt amused—and furious.

Who was he? Li Qingran was his virtual girlfriend.

That made him her “cyber boyfriend,” right?

These people had bullied his girl and now dared to come asking for help?

A dialog box appeared:

[First opportunity-granting event triggered! This Transmission Talisman is free to use. Granting an opportunity may affect your virtual girlfriend, Li Qingran, in unpredictable ways. Effects could be positive or negative. Please choose wisely. You may select items from your inventory to gift.]

Chen Huai’an paused to read the prompt carefully.

“What do they want?”

[Zhao Lingtian is requesting a Primordial Heaven-Mending Pill. Will you grant it?]

“What the h*ck is this?”

“A Heaven-Mending Pill? That’s not an opportunity; that’s my life savings!”

He opened his inventory, dragged out a handful of Thunderfire Talismans, and aimed at Wu Duantian and Zhao Lingtian. “Can I just zap these two idiots to death?”

[Wu Duantian is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Do you wish to engage in battle?]

“Hmm, guess I can’t pay-to-win here,” Chen Huai’an muttered, calming down.

He knew he didn’t have enough power to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator. Losing would tarnish his dignity—and worse, it might affect Li Qingran.

Maintaining his air of mystery, Chen Huai’an activated the Transmission Talisman.

Taking a deep breath, he bellowed, “Scr

w you! Who the h

ll do you think you are, coming to me for opportunities? Get lost, you piece of sh**! You’re not worthy!”

In Cangyun Realm, a violent gust of wind swept through the area, flattening the grass.

Wu Duantian and Zhao Lingtian perked up as they sensed a spiritual presence in the wind.

“Finally! The senior is responding!” Wu Duantian thought excitedly.

“My dantian can finally be saved!” Zhao Lingtian clenched his fists in anticipation.

They strained to listen—but all they heard was a single, thunderous word:

“SCRAM!”

Inside the hut, Li Qingran’s eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, covering her mouth.

“Pfft—!”