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

Chapter 69 A Grand Gathering of Cultivators!

"A grand gathering of cultivators?"

"However, the cultivators' gathering is held every few years. It is said to be a chance for exchange and learning, but in reality, it is an occasion for various factions to display their strength and compete for resources."

Master Qingxu's lips curled slightly upward, tinged with anticipation. "I've heard this grand gathering is exceptionally lively. The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow has produced a prodigy, whose cultivation is already formidable at such a young age."

"Disciples from the Immortal Sword Sect in Shu have also emerged from seclusion; they are said to possess extremely high talent in swordsmanship."

"And the Kunlun lineage, which has always kept a low profile, has also sent someone out this time—"

As the old Taoist priest finished speaking, his gaze swept over Ye Chen, a strange expression on his face.

Ye Chen's heart stirred, and his Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart slowly began to turn.

The voice of Master Qingxu drifted out, ancient and profound, carrying a complex mix of emotions:

However, my disciple, you are truly outrageous!

[Others are prodigies, but you're a demon! Three years to reach the peak of the Four Great Extremes, half a step into the Dragon Transformation Realm—who can compare to you?]

[What Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, what Shu Immortal Sword Sect, what Kunlun lineage? Compared to you, what difference is there between those prodigies and toddlers who have just learned to walk!]

Ye Chen's lips twitched slightly.

He looked away without saying anything.

The two reached the foot of the mountain, where Master Qingxu stopped and turned around.

"My disciple, the grand gathering is imminent. You should go and attend to your own affairs first. When you return, your master will take you to Maoshan to meet the heroes of the world."

Ye Chen cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Disciple obeys!"

He turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the mountain path.

Master Qingxu stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance. He stroked his beard and murmured to himself, "A genius of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect of Shu, and a successor of the Kunlun lineage—"

"Hopefully you don't run into this kid, otherwise—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the schadenfreude in his tone was impossible to hide.

Yunlan Sect.

The morning light poured down from the mountaintop, bathing the entire Yunlan Mountain in a light golden hue.

The sea of ​​clouds surged at the mountainside, like a white ocean, with a few verdant peaks occasionally peeking out, like isolated islands on the sea.

Behind the mountain, the main hall.

The palace doors were tightly closed, and the gauze curtains on the windows swayed gently in the morning breeze.

The interior of the hall was simply furnished. On a long table made of rosewood sat an ancient zither, with a few specks of dust on the strings, indicating that it had not been played for a long time.

Nalan Yanran squatted by the bed in the inner room, stuffing things into a storage bag.

A long, moon-white dress lay on the ground, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders.

She moved swiftly, stuffing in a bottle of pills, then a magical artifact, and then two changes of clothes, filling the storage bag to bursting.

Yun Yun sat on the edge of the couch, holding a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, fell on her disciple, her brows slightly furrowed.

Today she wore a light blue long dress, her dark hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell down beside her ears.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her skin was as white as jade. She exuded a unique charm of a mature woman.

"Yanran".

She spoke, her voice clear and gentle, tinged with a hint of confusion, "What are you doing?"

Nalan Yanran didn't even look up, and stuffed two more bottles of pills into her storage bag: "Pack your luggage~, I can tell."

Yunyun put down her teacup, her brows furrowing even more deeply. "But why are you packing your bags?"

Nalan Yanran paused for a moment.

She raised her head, her delicate face displaying an air of self-assurance: "Teacher, I've discovered a wonderful place with some treasures that would greatly benefit my cultivation. I'd like to ask you to accompany me and lend me a hand!"

Yun Yun fell silent.

She looked at her apprentice with a complicated expression.

Three years.

Three years ago, this girl returned from the broken engagement with the Xiao family and inexplicably broke through several minor realms.

However, this is not the end.

From then on, Yanran's cultivation speed was like a flood that had been released, and it became unstoppable.

Half a month ago, she even broke through to the Dou Zong realm.

Dou Zong.

A height that countless warriors throughout the entire Gama Empire could never reach in their entire lives.

And her apprentice only took three years.

"Yanran".

Yun Yun spoke, her voice soft yet carrying an indescribable meaning, "You've already reached the Dou Zong realm!"

Nalan Yanran blinked: "Mmm~"

"I am a Dou Huang (Battle Emperor)."

"Hmm~"

"You're a whole realm above me!"

Nalan Yanran finally realized something was wrong.

She put down the storage bag she was carrying, moved to Yun Yun's side, hugged her arm tightly, and rested her head on her shoulder: "Teacher, what are you saying? You will always be my teacher, this has nothing to do with cultivation level!"

Yun Yun let her lean on her without saying a word.

"Besides,"

Nalan Yanran raised her head, her star-like eyes looking directly at Yun Yun. "That place really needs your help, teacher. I'm not quite up to the task on my own."

"You're not at ease with a Dou Zong, but you're at ease with me, a Dou Huang?"

"Of course."

Nalan Yanran said confidently, "With my teacher by my side, I feel at ease!"

Looking at her self-righteous little face, Yun Yun felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

This girl has been good at acting cute since she was little, and she always has a purpose in doing so, yet she always falls for it.

"Where is that secret realm located?"

"Uh—it's in the north."

"Where to the north?"

"Deep in the north."

Nalan Yanran gave a vague answer, "I'm not entirely sure of the exact location; we'll have to go there to find it."

Yun Yun frowned again.

Just as she was about to ask another question, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Young Sect Master! Young Sect Master!"

A female disciple's voice came from outside the door, sounding somewhat urgent.

Nalan Yanran released Yun Yun's arm, stood up, and straightened her clothes: "What is it?"

"A person has arrived outside the mountain gate, saying he wants to see the young sect master."

"Who?"

He said his name was Xiao Yan.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Nalan Yanran's expression froze on her face.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Yun Yun.

Yunyun was holding a teacup and slowly took a sip.

Those eyes, as clear as autumn water, looked down from above the teacup, their gaze calm, but the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned, carrying a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Xiao Yan?"

She put down her teacup, her tone nonchalant, "Is it that young master from the Xiao family whom you broke off your engagement with?"

Nalan Yanran's lips twitched slightly: "Teacher, you have such a good memory."

"It's not that I have a good memory."

Yun Yun stood up, walked to Nalan Yanran, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "For the past two weeks, you've been asking every few days if Xiao Yan will come."

"It's impossible for me not to remember it!"

Nalan Yanran's lips twitched.

Oh no, could Master have misunderstood something?

She wasn't afraid of Xiao Yan; she just didn't want to face that awkward situation.

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