Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The morning light shone on my face, warm and comforting, dispelling the cold and dampness that had accumulated in the cave for countless nights.

The giant white dog galloped through the mountains and forests, its four legs darting about, its snow-white fur gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

The tiger's back is broad and warm, and riding on it feels like sitting on a moving blanket, which is indescribably comfortable and pleasant.

Ye Chen patted Da Bai's neck, then suddenly remembered something.

A mind with seven orifices, exquisite and ingenious.

Listen to your inner voice.

I haven't used this talent since I acquired it, so I'll use this tiger demon to practice and see how effective it is.

He closed his eyes and focused his consciousness on his heart.

The mirror slowly rotated, like an eye adjusting its focus. Faint ripples spread across its surface, expanding outwards in concentric circles, as if searching for something.

A moment later, Ye Chen "heard" a strange fluctuation.

Pure and more primitive!

It's soft and fluffy.

It's sweet.

Ye Chen frowned slightly.

Is this what Baymax is really thinking?

What a load of nonsense!

He carefully discerned the source of the emotional fluctuation, and it was indeed the snow-white giant tiger beneath him.

But this content...

Ye Chen listened for a while longer.

It still had that strange feeling, occasionally interspersed with a few satisfied purrs, like a cat purring after being petted.

No, this is just a cat purring after being petted!

Ye Chen remained silent for a moment.

He looked down at the enormous creature beneath him—a snow-white tiger whose shoulders were taller than his entire body, whose mouth could swallow half a living person, and whose fangs could pierce holes in steel plates.

Soft and fluffy?

Sweet?

That's it.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to listen to Da Bai's inner thoughts with his seven-aperture exquisite heart, just as a pastime for the journey.

That soft, sweet voice floated out again: "There's the scent of flowers in the wind... and the smell of rabbit... rabbit... I really want to eat it..."

His lips twitched, and just as he was about to speak, the large white dog beneath him suddenly stiffened.

"Um?"

Ye Chen opened his eyes.

Big White's steps faltered, its four paws tumbling on the muddy ground, its massive body jerking violently, almost throwing him off its back.

Ye Chen quickly grabbed the white dog by the fur around its neck to steady himself, then looked down and patted its head: "What's wrong?"

Big White did not respond.

It raised its head, its dark green eyes fixed on a certain direction in the sky, its pupils shrinking into thin slits.

A low whimper escaped from deep within his throat, as if warning something, or expressing some kind of instinctive fear.

Ye Chen followed its gaze.

The morning mist was thick, ancient trees reached for the sky, the sky was a clear, deep blue, and a few wisps of white clouds drifted lazily by.

Everything is normal.

What was unusual was that he actually heard a voice.

The sound was light and airy, like the rustling of wind through a bamboo forest or the babbling of a stream flowing over pebbles. If you didn't listen carefully, you might almost think it was your own hallucination.

"Young friend, young friend, please wait a moment~~"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

In the morning light, a figure was slowly drifting down from the sky.

That was an old Taoist priest.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was thin and refined, and three long strands of beard on his chin fluttered in the wind. His gray-white Taoist robe was wide and flowing, fluttering in the morning breeze.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his feet seemingly stepping into the air, as if walking down an invisible staircase, his posture as relaxed as if he were strolling in a garden.

Sunlight streamed down from behind him, casting a golden halo around his silhouette. He looked ethereal and otherworldly, like an ancient immortal stepping out of a painting.

Ye Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

It can fly.

At the very least, one must be at the Life Spring Realm to be able to fly on a divine rainbow!

But judging from the old Taoist's posture as he walked through the air, and his effortless ease, his intuition told him that he was definitely more than just a cultivator at the Life Spring realm.

The big white dog lowered its body, its four paws gripping the ground tightly, and the whimpers in its throat grew softer and softer, as if it were instinctively expressing its submission.

Ye Chen didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest landed three zhang in front of him, his feet landing on the soft grass without making a sound.

He looked Ye Chen up and down, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, then stroked his beard, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"Young friend, do you realize the enormity of your mistake?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Why do you say that, senior?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of an elder's helplessness towards a younger person: "The people from the Primordial Cave Heaven chased you all the way here. If I hadn't happened to pass by and shielded you, your parents would probably be in grave danger by now!"

Ye Chen's heart sank, but he remained expressionless.

A primeval cave world?

His mind raced, recalling the token he had found on the gray-robed man he had kicked to death, which had the character "原" engraved on the front.

It turned out to be the case.

That guy is from the Primordial Cave Heaven.

"What you mean, senpai, is..."

Ye Chen carefully considered his words, his gaze shifting between the old Taoist priest's face. "Is someone plotting against me?"

The old Taoist priest nodded, his expression grave: "Although the Primordial Grotto-Heaven isn't a major sect, it still has some influence in the cultivation world. You killed their people; how could they possibly let this go?"

He paused, his tone becoming more persuasive: "But young friend, there's no need to worry too much. I've already dealt with the first batch of people for you. But the second batch, the third batch... I can't say for sure!"

Ye Chen remained silent.

His consciousness had sunk to the location of his heart.

The mirror slowly rotated, its ripples spreading and capturing the emotional fluctuations of all living things around it.

Big White's inner thoughts were still as soft and sweet as ever, though now they were a little nervous, but generally still carefree.

And this old Taoist priest in front of me...

Ye Chen "heard" it.

It was an old and deep voice, with a hint of pride and a hint of anticipation, like a hunter watching his prey walk step by step into the trap he had set.

This kid has good aptitude, extraordinary talent, and his body is brimming with spiritual energy; he's clearly a good candidate for cultivation.

I've been waiting here specifically to prevent him from escaping.

[First scare him a little, let him know what's what, then lend a helping hand and take him as your apprentice... Hehe, this is a good deal!]

Ye Chen's lips twitched slightly.

Good guy.

This old Taoist priest looked like a hermit, a sage recluse, but what he was really up to was this kind of scheme.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his tense emotions dissipating, leaving him with a feeling of being both amused and exasperated.

Instead of exposing the old Taoist's lie, he went along with it, saying, "Senior, your kindness and virtue are unforgettable. However... my cultivation is too low, and I truly do not know how to deal with the Primordial Grotto's revenge."

A hint of joy flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, but his face remained solemn.

"Young friend, there's no need to belittle yourself."

He stroked his beard, his tone gentle and sincere, "I observe that you possess extraordinary talent, a rare genius in cultivation, one in a hundred years. If you could become an apprentice of a renowned master and dedicate yourself to cultivation, given time, you will surely achieve great things!"

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Chen.

"I am but a humble old man, having cultivated for hundreds of years and achieved some minor success. If you, young friend, do not despise me, I am willing to accept you as my disciple and pass on my mantle to you!"

Looking at the old Taoist's ethereal face, Ye Chen felt a mix of emotions.

This old Taoist priest is quite the actor.

They clearly saw his potential and wanted to take him as their apprentice, but they insisted on staging this "hero saves the beauty" drama, scaring him first and then doing him a favor, making sure to do him a good deed.

but……