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

Ye Chen thought about it and realized that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Although he now possesses cultivation techniques and talent, he is ultimately a self-taught individual with almost zero understanding of the cultivation world.

If you can join a reliable sect, you'll have guidance from masters, opportunities to interact with fellow disciples, and access to resources, making your cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

Moreover, this old Taoist priest can walk on air, so he must be at least at the Life Spring realm or higher, and perhaps even stronger.

Following him is better than wandering around aimlessly in the Kunlun Mountains by myself.

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, senior."

Ye Chen dismounted from the tiger's back and bowed deeply to the old Taoist priest. "I dare to ask—senior, what is your esteemed name, and from which sacred mountain do you hail?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

"My Daoist name is Qingxu, and I am the leader of the Lingbao Sect."

Ye Chen paused slightly.

Lingbao School.

He had seen this name in the original work.

Although the cultivation sects on Earth cannot compare to those ancient families and sects, they are already considered top-tier forces in this Dharma-ending Age.

And this old Taoist priest in front of us is actually the leader of the Lingbao Sect?

This person is almost at the Dragon Transformation Realm, and is just a step away from becoming a Great Supernatural Being.

Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the old Taoist's venerable face, and bowed deeply.

"Disciple Ye Chen greets Master!"

Master Qingxu stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

He reached out and helped Ye Chen up, patted his shoulder, and said with a touch of affection, "Good, good, from now on, you are a true disciple of my Lingbao Sect."

Turning around, her gaze fell on the snow-white giant tiger behind Ye Chen, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"This is... something you subdued?"

"Reporting to Master,"

Ye Chen nodded. "Its name is Da Bai, and I tamed it in the valley!"

Master Qingxu circled the giant white tiger twice, stroked his beard, and examined it for a long time before clicking his tongue in amazement: "This tiger demon has extraordinary bloodline, seemingly an ancient and exotic species. It is your good fortune to be able to subdue it."

Da Bai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so it moved closer to Ye Chen and let out a low whimper.

Ye Chen patted its head, signaling it to relax.

Master Qingxu withdrew his gaze and looked at Ye Chen, his expression becoming solemn.

"My disciple, I have a question for you, and you must answer it truthfully."

Ye Chen's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained calm: "Master, please speak."

Master Qingxu stroked his beard, his gaze falling on Ye Chen's face. A glint of shrewdness flashed in his cloudy old eyes. "A month ago, a strange event occurred at Mount Tai, with nine dragons pulling a coffin appearing in the world. Were you... present at that time?"

Ye Chen remained silent for a moment.

really.

He knew that the commotion that day could not be kept secret from the cultivation world.

He nodded, not denying it, "I was indeed on Mount Tai at the time and witnessed the nine dragons pulling the coffin."

Master Qingxu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hand stroking his beard paused for a moment.

"Do you know how many people were taken away by the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin? And where were they taken?"

"This disciple does not know."

Ye Chen shook his head, his tone sincere, "Suddenly, the mountain went dark, and nine black dragons descended from the sky, dragging a huge bronze coffin. I was so frightened that my legs went weak, and I scrambled down the mountain. I didn't dare to look back."

He had said this to the gray-robed man once before, and now he was saying it again with unparalleled skill.

Master Qingxu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound meaning.

"Fine, if you don't know, you don't know. Such important matters are not something a newly initiated disciple like you should be concerned with."

He paused, his tone tinged with emotion, "The appearance of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin has shaken the world. My purpose in descending the mountain this time is to investigate the situation at the request of several major sects."

Ye Chen's heart stirred.

Several main gates?

It seems that the cultivation forces on Earth attach far more importance to the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin than is described in the original work.

"What did Master discover?"

He asked tentatively.

Master Qingxu shook his head and sighed, "The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin came and went in a hurry, leaving very few clues. I have been investigating for more than a month, and I have only found out that a pair of brothers once went up the mountain at the foot of Mount Tai. One of them disappeared, but the other returned home safely."

His gaze fell on Ye Chen's face again, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"I searched for a long time before finally finding this place!"

Ye Chen felt a slight chill in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He didn't reply, but just quietly looked at Master Qingxu.

Master Qingxu didn't seem to mind. He stroked his beard and suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, disciple, that little cultivator in the Bitter Sea Realm of the Primordial Cave Heaven... did you kill him?"

Ye Chen was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to ask this question suddenly.

"Yes."

He nodded in acknowledgment, without hiding anything.

Master Qingxu narrowed his eyes again, his hand stroking his beard stopped in mid-air, and he looked Ye Chen up and down for a long time.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a rare treasure, or as if he were examining a mystery.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, his voice soft yet carrying an indescribable meaning, "A mere brat who just entered the Bitter Sea Realm kicked a veteran Bitter Sea Realm cultivator to death with one kick... Interesting, very interesting!"

Ye Chen felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously took half a step back.

"Master, I was forced into this situation at the time."

"I didn't mean to blame you."

Master Qingxu waved his hand, interrupting him, his tone somewhat kind, "Those people in the Primordial Cave Heaven are blind, they messed with my Lingbao Sect disciples, they deserve to die."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ye Chen again, his tone becoming more meaningful.

"However, my disciple, your skills... seem to go far beyond the Bitter Sea Realm, don't they?"

Ye Chen's heart stirred slightly, knowing that he could not hide it from this old Taoist priest who had lived for hundreds of years.

But he doesn't intend to reveal everything.

"This disciple has indeed had some extraordinary encounters."

He carefully chose his words, his tone sincere and frank, "I cannot say what it is right now. But please rest assured, Master, I will not do anything to dishonor our sect."

Master Qingxu stared at him for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

Then he smiled.

The smile was gentle, like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the last trace of tension in Ye Chen's heart.

"Everyone has their own secrets. If you don't want to talk about them, I won't ask."

He stroked his beard, his tone relaxed, "As long as you are on the righteous path and do not fall into the demonic path, you will be a good disciple of my Lingbao Sect."

Ye Chen felt a warmth in his heart and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your understanding, Master."

Master Qingxu waved his hand, no longer dwelling on the topic.

He turned to look at Big White, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"This tiger demon..."

He reached out and gently touched the big white forehead.

Big White froze, its eerie green eyes filled with terror, and its massive body began to shrink.

It's as if an invisible hand is kneading it, compressing, folding, and reshaping its body little by little.

In just a few breaths, the snow-white giant tiger, which was bigger than an off-road vehicle, turned into a small white cat the size of a palm.

It was pure white, fluffy, and round, curled up in Qingxu Zhenren's palm, trembling.