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

The corner of the table was right next to me.

Lin Daiyu sat by the window, holding a teacup in her hand, and looked at Jia Baoyu's posture with indignation.

Here it comes again!

She rolled her eyes inwardly.

That bastard, it's always the same routine—smashing jade, crying and making a scene, threatening to kill himself.

I've played those moves from third grade hundreds of times and I never get tired of them.

With his seven-aperture exquisite heart slowly turning, Jia Baoyu's inner thoughts surged like a tide.

Why isn't my sister stopping me?

[They would have been rushing to grab it by now!]

[This isn't right... Should we really smash this jade?]

No way! This jade is my lifeblood. If I break it, the old lady will beat me to death...

But if I don't smash it, where will I put my face?

Lin Daiyu held her teacup, listening to the increasingly anxious voice in his heart, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She slowly sipped her tea, her posture elegant and composed, as if the young man in front of her, who was about to smash the jade, had nothing to do with her.

But things were really bad for Jia Baoyu.

His arm froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

His face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

The maids in the room were terrified, their faces turning ashen. Zijuan even lunged forward to grab his arm, but he shoved her away.

"Young Master Bao, you mustn't!"

Xi Ren's voice came from outside the door, tinged with sobs.

"Second Master, put it down quickly!"

Musk Moon rushed in as well.

In an instant, Xiaoxiang Pavilion was in complete chaos.

......

Lin Daiyu put down her teacup and finally spoke.

"Brother Bao".

The sound was soft and weak, yet it was like a bucket of cold water poured on boiling water, instantly silencing the noise in the room.

Jia Baoyu's arm froze in mid-air as he looked at her with reddened eyes.

Lin Daiyu stood up slowly and walked to him.

The morning light streamed in through the window, falling on her face and casting a faint golden hue on her delicate, arched eyebrows.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the boy who was half a head shorter than her, her gaze calm as still water.

"Let me ask you, does this jade belong to you alone, or to all the young ladies in the manor?"

Jia Baoyu was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but his mind went completely blank.

He had never thought about this problem.

"Of course... only I have it..."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his gaze unconsciously darted away.

Lin Daiyu nodded, her lips curving upwards slightly, revealing a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

The lingering resentment on his face had largely dissipated at this moment.

"Since that's the case, then smash it!"

She reached out her hand, her slender, fair fingers gently touching the lustrous jade, her nails gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

Jia Baoyu froze.

"It's only fair if it's smashed!"

Lin Daiyu withdrew her hand, took a step back, tilted her head to look at him, and waited for his next move.

"Brother always says that all the girls in this mansion are better than you, but you were born with a jade in your mouth. Are you the one who has tarnished the word 'purity'?"

"Since this jade is an eyesore to the girls and an eyesore to you, wouldn't it be better to smash it and end it all?"

The room was completely silent.

Jia Baoyu froze on the spot, unsure whether to fall or not, feeling extremely awkward.

......

Cover the world.

Jiangxi, Gezao Mountain.

Here, the mountains are layered with verdant peaks, with flowing springs and waterfalls. Clouds and mist swirl around the mountains like gauze, ancient trees reach for the sky and block out the sun, and vines hang down like curtains.

As the morning light peeked over the eastern mountain ridge, it bathed the entire mountain range in a soft golden hue.

Ye Chen stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the continuous mountain range, and took a deep breath.

The crisp air filled his lungs, carrying the mixed scents of pine needles, earth, and wildflowers, as well as a kind of vitality he had experienced in the Kunlun Mountains.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy in this place is not as strong as that in the cave, it is still quite remarkable.

"Gezao Mountain..."

Ye Chen murmured to himself, memories of the mountain surfacing in his mind.

Gezao Mountain, also known as Geling, is the ancestral home of the Lingbao School of Taoism.

The founder of the Lingbao School was Ge Xuan, who was Ge Hong's great-uncle.

Ge Hong, author of "Baopuzi," was a Taoist leader during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He was exceptionally talented and mentioned the Nine Secrets in his work, which Ye Fan carefully researched after returning.

Ge Hong was a man of extraordinary talent and wrote the book "Baopuzi". He mentioned the Nine Secrets in his work, which Ye Fan carefully researched after returning.

After his great-uncle founded the Lingbao School, Ge Hong carried it forward and made it famous, leaving an indelible mark on the world.

"My disciple."

Master Qingxu's voice came from behind, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.

Today, the old Taoist priest changed into a clean blue Taoist robe, his beard and hair were neatly combed, and he held a whisk in his hand, looking quite like a Taoist immortal.

"Your parents are settled in. Let's go inside and take a look!"

Ye Chen nodded.

On the way to Gezao Mountain, he had already come clean with his parents.

Saying it was a showdown was really just making things clearer—his older brother, Ye Fan, had gone to a very far place and might not be back for a long time, and he was following his master to cultivate immortality, so he wouldn't be able to stay by their side as often in the future.

Surprisingly, Liu Yun didn't cry or make a fuss.

He remained silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "You two brothers are both a handful."

Mr. Ye remained quite calm.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said something that Ye Chen would never forget.

"Everyone has their own path in life. You've chosen your path, so walk it well. Your mother and I will take care of this family for you."

Ye Chen felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Fortunately, they held on.

"Master."

Ye Chen snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at Master Qingxu. "Is the old site of our Lingbao Sect located on this Gezao Mountain?"

"old haunt?"

Master Qingxu stroked his beard, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "It's somewhat of an old haunt, yet not entirely!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.

Master Qingxu didn't explain much, but simply reached out and grabbed Ye Chen's shoulder.

"Come with me!"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them took to the air.

The scenery before my eyes suddenly distorted, the mountains and rivers shrank rapidly beneath my feet, the clouds swept past me, and the wind howled in my ears.

Ye Chen subconsciously closed his eyes for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a completely different world.

The rosy clouds and misty haze create a scene reminiscent of a painting, where flowing springs and waterfalls, verdant mountains and beautiful peaks, exude a refined and understated elegance.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, several broken mountains stand side by side, majestic and towering, piercing the sky.

The mountain appears to have been eroded by time and wind and rain for millions of years, with crisscrossing cracks and ravines covering the cliff face, exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

At the mountaintop, Taoist temples are scattered, with halls and pavilions standing tall, their upturned eaves resembling celestial palaces against the backdrop of white clouds.

The ancient pine tree is gnarled and twisted, its branches and trunk as thick as dragons and snakes, its roots deeply embedded in the crevices of the rocks, standing firm against wind and rain.

Old vines climb all over the cliffs, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, as if draping this broken mountain in a layer of green armor.

Ye Chen stared blankly at the scene before him, momentarily forgetting to speak.

This place is like another world.