Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

But the words had already been spoken, and Jin Kui couldn't take them back in front of a junior.

That's enough.

He was merely a disciple in name only.

If she cannot form her core within a hundred years, then we can simply dismiss her.

If someone is being hypocritical or has ulterior motives—he has plenty of ways to deal with it.

Having figured all this out, Jin Kui's gaze fell on the purple fragment.

Even before he had a chance to get his hands on it, he could sense that this thing was extraordinary.

Even he felt a slight sense of apprehension from that faint, chilling aura.

But why does it seem a bit like something from the novel "The Untamed"?

Jin Kui frowned.

But when he thought about how he had been trapped at the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm for two hundred years, he couldn't care less about that.

He didn't expect this thing to help him break through to the Nascent Soul stage; that was too unrealistic.

If it can allow him to stay in the late Nascent Soul stage for even a moment, or even just briefly touch that realm, then it will be worthwhile.

Thinking of this, Jin Kui stretched out one hand.

A large hand formed from condensed magical power in the air and went straight for the purple fragment in Zi Ling's palm.

The moment his fingertips touched the shards, Jin Kui's expression changed drastically.

Without hesitation, he severed the connection with the magical hand, and even subconsciously took a half step back.

The magical hand disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a chaotic mass of spiritual light that vanished without a trace.

Zi Ling looked up, her face full of confusion.

"Master, what's wrong?"

She blinked, her voice tinged with concern: "Are you alright?"

Jin Kui took a deep breath and hid his hand in his sleeve, but the cuff of his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.

"fine."

His voice regained its usual calmness, only his speaking speed was slightly faster than usual: "You just said—when you obtained this item, someone claiming to be an ancestor said that you have a special constitution, which is why it entered your body?"

"That's exactly right."

Zi Ling answered respectfully, a hint of worry showing on her face.

Jin Kui withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

The hand hidden in his sleeve still felt a little numb at the fingertips—that was a trace of demonic energy remaining there, which he was suppressing with his own magic.

Such domineering demonic energy!

In that instant, he felt a chilling aura travel against the flow of the magical hand, rushing straight into his body.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and decisively cut off the contact, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Did he mention what your constitution is?

Jin Kui asked.

Zi Ling was taken aback, then shook her head.

"This junior does not know."

Jin Kui was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Have your parents noticed anything unusual in their interactions with you?"

"this--"

Zi Ling tilted her head, as if she didn't understand: "What does Master mean by 'abnormal'?"

Jin Kui opened his mouth, but found it difficult to explain clearly.

He couldn't very well say, "That thing inside you is incredibly strange; even I, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, almost fell for it."

"That's good since your parents are alright."

He waved his hand, changing the subject, "This thing is indeed a bit strange. You should put it away for now. Let me check your constitution and see if there's any old monster residing inside you."

Zi Ling's heart sank, but her expression remained unchanged as she respectfully responded.

"Yes."

She took the purple fragment into her palm, and the fragment, as if alive, burrowed into her skin and disappeared.

Jin Kui's pupils contracted, and then he saw that only a very faint purple mark remained on Zi Ling's palm, but it quickly disappeared.

Then he saw Zi Ling raise her head, allowing him to examine her.

At this moment, Zi Ling remained calm.

But inside, a storm was raging.

She has no choice but to gamble.

I'm betting that the broken bead is well hidden, and that it is indeed powerful enough that even a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense cannot detect it.

Jin Kui's divine sense lingered on her for a moment before withdrawing.

"strangeness."

His tone carried a hint of confusion, "Your physique is indeed somewhat special, extremely compatible with demonic cultivation techniques. But what exactly your physique is—I can't tell either."

He paused, then added, "As for the old monster residing in your body, I haven't found it. That thing should only be temporarily residing there, or it should already be dormant. It should be fine for now."

Zi Ling had a relieved expression on her face.

"Thank you, Master, for your trouble."

She bowed again, saying, "Your disciple is deeply grateful."

Jin Kui waved his hand, his tone returning to its previous seriousness.

"Alright. I've said everything I needed to say. With your intelligence, you should know—" He paused, lowering his voice slightly, "What happened today, including what's inside your body, is something you and I should keep to ourselves. Not even your parents should be told a single thing."

Zi Ling's heart skipped a beat.

She didn't understand what the other person meant.

Is he thinking of himself, or does he see that thing as his own possession?

"I understand, disciple."

She lowered her head and replied meekly, "I will still need your guidance in the future. I will never forget your words."

Jin Kui nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

He looked at the respectful young girl in front of him, at her delicate yet exquisitely beautiful face, and at her clear yet unfathomable eyes.

"Hmm—I don't have anything nice to give you. This is something I used when I was young, so consider it a small gift."

He flicked his finger, and a jade box flew out from his sleeve, landing steadily in Zi Ling's hand.

Zi Ling accepted it with both hands.

The jade box felt cool to the touch, its surface covered with densely packed restrictive patterns. Even through the box, she could sense the spiritual energy fluctuations within—not weak, at least at the level of a top-tier magical artifact.

"Thank you for the reward, Master."

She did not open and inspect the jade box in front of Jin Kui, but respectfully put it into her storage bag and bowed again to express her gratitude.

Jin Kui waved his hand.

"Go down. Go back and cultivate diligently, lest you disappoint your master's expectations."

"Yes."

Zi Ling took three steps back, then turned around and stepped out of the main hall.

The moment I stepped out of the door, a breath of fresh air rushed towards me, washing away the oppressive spiritual energy in the main hall.

Zi Ling took a deep breath.

The cool air flowed down my throat and into my lungs, easing the oppressive feeling in my chest a little.

Behind him, the flickering light of the eternal lamp stretched Jin Kui's shadow even longer.

The shadow landed on the threshold, overlapped with Zi Ling's shadow for a moment, and then separated.

Zi Ling looked around. This place was located on the seventieth floor of Tianxing City. Above it were the residences of the Nascent Soul stage elders of the Star Palace, and below them were the residences of the true core members of the Star Palace. The fifty-ninth floor of Tianxing City was insignificant compared to this place.

The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath her feet, and golden sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, making Zi Ling's profile look absolutely stunning.

Her lips curled up slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

Disciple by name.

enough.

As for Jin Kui's plans, it doesn't matter. As long as the other party didn't make a move just now, it's impossible for him to make another move casually.

And when I have enough strength a hundred years from now, what tricks will I have to fear from the other party?

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