The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Upon seeing Wen Yubai's figure, Yuanyuan, the gatekeeper outside the medicine pool, quickly stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Wen, please come with me."

Wen Yubai was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly understood. "Thank you."

The disciple of the Medicine Pool led him through the corridor and pushed open a carved wooden door.

The dark golden liquid swirled in the pool, which turned out to be a spirit pool reserved for the peak master and elders.

"This?" Wen Yu asked, her white hair showing a question.

"It was Elder Chen from our Enforcement Hall who specifically instructed us to do this, so please don't make things difficult for me, Senior Brother. Just focus on recovering from your injuries."

The gatekeeper replied with a smile and pushed Wen Yubai inside, "The pill is in the jade box. Remember to take it a moment before you soak in the hot spring."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're too kind, senior brother."

After the disciple left, Wen Yubai's composed expression finally relaxed.

"Ouch, that really hurts."

When the wound got wet, the pain made his vision go black.

This is the first time I've been hit so hard.

This pain also made him realize the reality of his current situation: he had really traveled to another world, rather than experiencing the strange fantasies he had before his death.

The pain in my back gradually subsided only after the medication took effect.

Three days later, a strange sight appeared at the Xuantian Sect—the usually deserted lecture hall was packed with people.

"Today's lecture is on the origins of spirituality," the elder, stroking his beard, said with great satisfaction as he looked at the three times more disciples below the stage.

"It seems you all have been quite diligent lately."

The disciples below were somewhat guilty; if it weren't for the desire to see their senior brother, who would be willing to attend these hypnosis classes?

"Your hairpin is so pretty, senior brother. I'd like to ask where you bought it."

"I heard he gets up at dawn every day to practice swordsmanship. No wonder he is our chief."

"People who are more talented than you are also more hardworking; there's really no comparison."

They whispered among themselves, occasionally stealing glances at the person in the front row.

Wen Yubai lowered his eyes and stared at the bamboo slip, silently memorizing the common knowledge of the cultivation world.

These days he's been like a sponge, frantically absorbing all knowledge.

What he enjoyed most was practicing swordsmanship. When spiritual energy flowed with the sword's movements, the exhilarating feeling allowed him to briefly forget his troubles.

The elders were pleased with their disciples' "diligence," especially the courses that Wen Yubai frequently attended, which were now subject to a queuing and reservation system.

The elders all remarked to the sect leader: "Yu Bai is even more diligent than before. His injuries haven't even fully healed, yet he's already so eager to study. He must have been spurred on by what happened to Ming Yuan."

In reality, Wen Yubai was just new to the cultivation world and worried that he wouldn't be familiar with anything and would ruin his persona.

The midday sun shone through the locust leaves, casting dappled light on the young man's face.

After finishing his sword practice, Wen Yubai took a shower and leaned against a locust tree for a short rest.

Her still-damp black hair fell over her shoulders, and the edges of her newly applied bandages peeked out from her loose collar, rising and falling with her breath.

Xie Linchen came in and saw this scene.

He rarely visited his eldest disciple's courtyard; it was always Wen Yubai who would take the initiative to go there, either to offer tea and inquire about his well-being or to ask for instruction in swordsmanship.

The reason he came to find Wen Yubai first was because he had some questions.

For example, Wen Yubai claimed that the two of them encountered a demonic cultivator, but why did he not find any trace of the demonic cultivator's aura at the scene?

He explored the area near the stele forest that Wen Yubai had mentioned, and among the sword marks, some shallow and some deep, he could only catch a familiar sword intent.

It comes from the sword Duan Chen, which Wen Yubai acquired during his training when he was eighteen years old.

Xie Linchen realized that his usually docile and obedient disciple might be lying.

The sunlight was blocked by a figure, and Wen Yubai suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively grabbing the sword at his side.

Backlit, the person was extremely handsome, with a slender figure wrapped in a plain blue robe. He resembled a sheathed sword, his sharpness concealed, making people afraid to look directly at him.

What's most captivating are his eyes, an extremely pale amber color that reveals no emotion whatsoever.

He quickly recalled the person's identity in his mind: Xie Linchen, who was also his master.

Wen Yubai quickly stood up and respectfully bowed to Xie Linchen, "Master."

"Um."

Xie Linchen slowly approached.

The air seemed to freeze. Qingheng Immortal Venerable, known as the number one swordsman, naturally exuded an extremely oppressive aura, especially when he cast his gaze upon them.

"Are you sure it was a demonic cultivator who caused your junior brother to fall off the cliff?"

Under Xie Linchen's oppressive aura, Wen Yubai lowered his head slightly and subconsciously clenched his sleeves.

"It was witnessed by my own eyes," he replied.

The oppressive aura emanated from him, causing Wen Yubai, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, to buckle in the knees and let out a muffled groan.

Xie Linchen suddenly raised his hand.

A surge of spiritual energy supported his knee, the force just right—neither embarrassing the disciple nor allowing him to refuse.

Xie Linchen's gaze swept over the sword marks on the ground: the force was insufficient, the momentum was too hasty, and the sword intent was inadequate.

These flaws were like ink stains on a blank sheet of paper to him.

"The third move is not applied correctly."

He said calmly, lightly tapping the air with his fingertips, controlling the Broken Dust Sword from a distance, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword's edge drew an arc.

"The sword's momentum hadn't ended, but the energy had already dissipated."

Wen Yubai's Adam's apple twitched slightly. Xie Linchen's demonstration was too effortless, as smooth as flowing water.

It made his own sword moves seem like child's play.

"Practice again tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

Xie Linchen did not linger and was summoned away by the sect leader a moment later.

The sect leader was a little surprised to learn that he had gone to see Wen Yubai.

Although Xie Linchen picked up five-year-old Wen Yubai, that was all he did.

They only picked up the animals, but didn't raise or educate them. If it weren't for him and the elders taking care of them, it's hard to say whether Yu Bai would have survived to this day.

As a result, this ungrateful brat, despite having excellent potential, insisted on becoming Xie Linchen's disciple, which infuriated them.

Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get down to business.

Inside the council hall, the sect leader's expression was grave: "Did you find anything out on your trip?"

Although the Mingyuan Soul Lamp has not been extinguished, its lack of trace is still unsettling.

But another matter is even more crucial: did the demonic cultivators really appear at Fallen Soul Mountain?

"There are indeed signs of a battle," Xie Linchen said calmly, "but the traces of the demonic cultivators have been thoroughly cleaned up."

They acknowledged that no demonic energy was detected, but then shifted the blame to the act of "being cleansed".

He was stunned when he said those words.

Until now, he has never concealed anything, but at this moment, the sword marks belonging to the Duanchen Sword found in the Stele Forest make him choose to obscure the facts.

The sect leader was indeed misled: "You didn't even notice? Could it be that a high-level demonic cultivator made the move?"

Xie Linchen remained noncommittal.

"Where is Mingyuan?"

"There was blood and medicine residue at the bottom of the cliff, so she must have been rescued."

The sect leader glanced at him and said, "You didn't even wait until you found your little disciple before coming back. Mingyuan is still missing."

"His destiny is predetermined."

"You're such a bad master..." The sect leader shook his head. "You really don't care at all."

Xie Linchen had heard it so many times that he had become quite adept at ignoring it.

He never thought there was anything wrong with his role as a master.

Chu Mingyuan was born with a sword-like spirit, and his physical constitution and talent were also excellent, making him a genius that comes along only once in a thousand years.

This is why he accepted the student as his disciple.

But geniuses need to be honed.

If he were to perish, then the path of cultivation would no longer be suitable for him.

Back in his meditation room, Xie Linchen stared at the sword marks reflected in the water mirror.

On the left are traces of Wen Yubai's sword practice today, and on the right are traces of Luohun Mountain. The same sword intent, but much more ruthless and decisive.

As fingertips glide across the mirror, ripples blur the image.

If it really was Yu Bai who ruthlessly harmed Ming Yuan...

The image of the young man being tortured in the disciplinary hall came to mind: he knelt upright, his snow-white undergarment soaked with blood.

Suppressed, fragile, as if it could shatter at the slightest touch.

Why?

This question lingered in Xie Linchen's mind, and he suddenly realized that his disciple was not as obedient as he appeared.