Chapter 317: Speak Human Language

Chapter 317: Speak Human Language

“What kind of pill has such terrifying effects?” Zhang Mengchu was stunned.

Everyone stared at the pink pill inside the porcelain bottle in Dan Bai’s hand. Their curiosity was mixed with a hint of fear.

According to Dan Bai, the pill had a charm effect—but not on the one who took it.

What level of pill could enchant even a Great Ascension cultivator? That just didn’t make sense!

“This pill is called the Hehuan Pill,” Dan Bai explained. “Back then, my father was uninterested in women, but it was only after my mother used this pill that he obediently gave in. That’s how I came into the world… Of course, this pill has some prerequisites.

The two people must at least not dislike each other—ideally, there should be some level of fondness. That’s the only way feelings can escalate quickly. Now, Elder Zhang has the Xuan Shui spiritual root. If he dresses up a bit, he’d basically be a walking heavenly treasure. Why wouldn’t Immortal Yuyao be drawn to that?”

“But that fondness isn’t romantic, is it?” Zhang Mengchu, despite living for over a thousand years, still looked dazed hearing about such a spicy pill.

“That’s not important,” Dan Bai shook her head seriously. “You should bring the pill to meet my mother first. That way we can ensure nothing goes wrong. The moment she sees the pill, she’ll know I made it. And based on your Xuan Shui spiritual root, she’ll figure out my plan without you needing to say anything. When the time comes, she’ll definitely help you!”

At this point, Zhang Mengchu had no choice but to accept the plan.

Who would’ve thought that the furnace Immortal Yuyao picked would just so happen to be a personal disciple of the Sword Pavilion—and one who was favored by its Ancestor?

Killing her was clearly off the table. And while he originally planned to sacrifice himself, Dan Bai’s strategy had a clear advantage—it only required him to sacrifice his charm, which was still better than sacrificing his life. Wild as the plan was, at least there was a chance of survival.

After all his hard work to reach the Void Fusion Realm—who wouldn’t want to live?

He still wanted to protect the True Martial Sacred Land and watch it flourish for millennia…

“But now that you mention it,” Zhang Mengchu frowned, “you’re that sure your mother will guess your plan just by seeing the pill?”

“Of course.” Dan Bai raised her chin, a soft look of warmth and longing in her eyes. She murmured, “That’s my mom… Even if it’s just the tiniest detail, as long as it’s about me, she’ll notice it…”

This mother-daughter bond left Elder Mengchu completely speechless.

The plan was basically finalized, but to ensure nothing went wrong, they still had to work out a few more details and prepare accordingly.

“Is there any kind of artifact that functions like an ‘arrow through the clouds and ten thousand soldiers come to your aid’ kind of thing?” Chen Huaian mused. Even if Zhang Mengchu gave Immortal Yuyao a deadly surprise mid-dual cultivation, there was no guarantee he’d survive afterward. ṙÂΝǒΒÊṡ

Immortal Yuyao was a Great Ascension cultivator—she had plenty of trump cards and magical tools. Even if her cultivation had fallen, her artifacts alone were enough to wreck Zhang Mengchu.

So Chen wondered—was there some kind of treasure, like the Sect Summoning Token, that could instantly summon him, the Sword Pavilion Ancestor, to Zhang Mengchu’s side?

【Please speak in human language.】

A message popped up in his vision.

“Oh?” Chen Huaian smirked mischievously.

This game system was too advanced—it actually noticed he wasn’t “speaking human.”

Had it been silently enduring his nonsense all this time?

You sneaky thing, Hakiryun...

“So I’m asking—is there a Sword Pavilion Ancestor Summoning Token that can instantly teleport This Venerable One to Zhang Mengchu’s side?”

【There is! Once Digital Girlfriend Li Qingran’s cultivation reaches the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, the player will receive a ‘Supreme Blind Box’. You can then spend ¥50,000,000 to lock in the Supreme Blind Box reward as—Piercing Cloud Arrow (Sword Pavilion Ancestor Edition). This item can forcibly summon Sword Pavilion Ancestor Chen Huaian anywhere within the Cangyun Realm.】

Chen Huaian: “…”

Seriously? This system was just messing with him earlier!

Didn’t it say it couldn’t understand him?

But whatever—as long as there was a solution.

He turned and walked over to Li Qingran. Under her confused gaze, he leaned in close. Her long lashes fluttered from embarrassment as he stared into her eyes, and with a voice as deep and sultry as a hundred tractors shifting gears, he murmured:

“Qingran, This Venerable One sees that your cultivation has been slacking lately. When are you planning to break through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm? It’s about time, don’t you think?”

“But… Master, I just broke through to the early stage seven days ago…” Li Qingran averted her gaze. Her delicate face was reflected in the crystal window, as charming as the ripples on the breeze-stirred pool outside, perfectly matching the sunset’s soft hues.

“You’re This Venerable One’s only and most prized disciple.” Chen Huaian’s gaze grew intense. He exhaled slowly. “Of course my expectations for you are different. Do you understand?”

“I-I understand!” Li Qingran trembled as she nodded, her body shrinking back until she was leaning against the wall. Her autumn eyes shimmered with moisture as she whispered, “Master, don’t worry. I’ll go cultivate right now. I promise I’ll break through to the mid-stage before the night is over!”

With that, she sat down cross-legged against the wall and instantly entered meditation.

Even with all the surrounding cultivators watching, she didn’t get distracted in the slightest. A wisp of pure Qi even started to rise above her head.

“She entered meditation instantly? Mind as calm as still water?!” Zhang Mengchu was stunned. He stared at Li Qingran like she was some kind of monster.

All the sect leaders and elders nearby had similar expressions.

Everyone knew that being able to quickly enter a cultivation state was fundamental for any cultivator.

But no matter how fast, there was always a transition. You could use items to speed that up—like Focus Pills, Calming Incense, or high-concentration Spirit Gathering Arrays—but Li Qingran didn’t use anything. She went straight into it.

That could only mean her absorption and utilization of spiritual energy was on another level.

And that increasingly dense wisp of pure Qi above her head—was that the sign of imminent enlightenment?!

“Sword Saint Chen, you’ve taken in a fine disciple. That talent… even this old Daoist is envious.” Zhang Mengchu rubbed his chin with a face full of admiration. “But breaking through to mid-stage tonight—isn’t that a bit much? Cultivation should never be rushed. Judging from her bone age, she’s only in her early twenties, right? Being in the Golden Core Stage already makes her a genius!”

Chen Huaian secretly rolled his eyes.

You think he was pushing her to cultivate just for fun?

It was to keep *your old *** alive!

Rushed or not, he knew his disciple better than anyone. With all her stacked buffs, her talent was already freakish.

He could easily guess that Immortal Yuyao was now actively searching for Zhang Mengchu.

Sure, as long as he stayed in the Small World, she wouldn’t find him.

But that assumed she didn’t get desperate… and that he was willing to stay.

And clearly, now holding the Hehuan Pill, Zhang Mengchu was already getting antsy.

“Since the plan is settled, this old Daoist won’t stay in the Small World any longer.”

Zhang Mengchu cupped his hands to Chen Huaian and the surrounding cultivators, his gaze resolute.

“Staying here might bring trouble to Sword Saint Chen. And if Immortal Yuyao can’t find me, she might grow suspicious. So—”

Chen Huaian interrupted him.

“No rush, Master Zhang. Why don’t you wait until my disciple breaks through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm before you head out?”

“Why?” Zhang Mengchu frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t have that kind of time to waste…”

Just as the words left his mouth—

Whoosh—a beam of golden light surged from the top of Li Qingran’s head.

Zhang Mengchu’s eyes widened. The rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

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