When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

In the cultivation world, the strong are always respected. Over the years, countless people have wanted to become disciples of Yi Chen, but only Chu Xianlan has succeeded.

Why haven't any newcomers surpassed them?

Because the former are both competitive and eager to grab.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you can only know if a forced relationship is sweet by trying it.

Chu Xianlan arrived at Taiyi Sect at the age of seven. In the sea of ​​people at the recruitment ceremony, she spotted Yi Chen on the high platform at a glance. He looked like a white-robed immortal, and even in the clear blue sky, he was like a bright moon.

A mind as still as water, disregarding everything.

It was as if nothing could make him stop.

While the other children were still timidly looking down, Chu Xianlan had already darted out like a small arrow and grabbed the other person's snow-white robe:

"I want to become your disciple!"

The people around were dumbfounded; they had never seen anything like it before.

"Quick, get down!"

"Where did this child come from?!"

The incident happened so suddenly that everyone except Yi Chen seemed to be in a panic. Wei Jin laughed so hard that he shook his head and said "Ah ah ah".

Yi Chen calmly looked at the little dumpling, who wasn't even as tall as his leg. The little guy was already climbing up on all fours, his tone firm, seemingly without the slightest hesitation, and he said with a smile, "Immortal Lord Jixue, please take me in! I promise I'll be obedient!"

Naturally, he was rejected.

Yi Chen didn't even glance at him. Later, Chu Xianlan was picked up by the good-natured Pei Fang'an.

New disciples selected for the program are not immediately assigned a place. They must first study the basic mental techniques and complete a year before they can enter the Six Halls or be selected as personal disciples of the Four Pavilions.

The children lived together in the disciples' courtyard, eating, drinking, and relieving themselves all in one place. Chu Xianlan, however, suffered a lot of private gossip from other disciples because of her shocking behavior at the ceremony.

Several disciples from families of cultivators held him in high regard.

They were raised in a family with prominent parents who were talented and entered the Dao early. Even disciples with such a deep background dared not easily bother Immortal Lord Jixue, maintaining a dignified demeanor. What right did this wild child, who appeared out of nowhere, have to be so presumptuous? He's never seen the world.

But would Chu Xianlan give up so easily?

In other people's words, this kid was as clingy as someone who hadn't taken a bath in three years, a piece of chewing gum that you couldn't shake off.

Yi Chen has always kept to himself in the Jade Capital Pavilion and rarely shows his face. Chu Xianlan tried her best to wait outside the Jade Capital Pavilion, but unfortunately, from the beginning of spring to the end of summer, two whole months have passed and she has achieved zero results.

He didn't even manage to touch the hem of Yi Chen's clothes.

Until one cold, rainy night, a small figure huddled by the stone lantern outside the Jade Capital Pavilion. The child was dozing in the corner, the rain was pouring down, and his clothes were soaked.

In the distance, the sound of several footsteps could be heard.

"Huh? What are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night?" Wei Jin noticed the movement beside him, raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and poked the child's forehead with his finger.

"Achoo!"

Chu Xianlan was startled and opened her eyes, then sneezed, instantly becoming alert. Her gaze bypassed Wei Jin and landed further away.

As rain and snow fell, the snow-covered figure moved gracefully like a swan's feather.

Yi Chen didn't stop, and walked straight past him with his umbrella.

In the instant they brushed past each other, a small, icy hand grabbed his sleeve.

"…Yi Chen." The child gritted his teeth, growling out his full name, still unwilling to let go. "You're strong, but I'm not bad either. I only want the most powerful master…and I'll definitely become your most outstanding disciple!"

Rain dripped down Chu Xianlan's hair, and her eyes seemed to burn with an inextinguishable flame.

Yi Chen lowered his eyes, the plain fabric of his robe quickly spreading a damp stain in Chu Xianlan's palm. He raised his other hand, his slender fingers making a single, sweeping motion—

scoff!

The sound of tearing echoed through the rainy night.

Chu Xianlan stood frozen in place, clutching the unexpectedly attached sleeve, completely dumbfounded.

Heavens! The Immortal Lord's sleeve was torn because of me.

For a long time afterward, Wei Jin referred to this story as "Yi Chen's Broken Sleeve," and every year he would find an excuse to bring it up again.

At first, young Chu Xianlan did not understand the profound meaning of the word. It was only after being tricked and deceived by this wicked junior uncle several times that she gained a profound understanding of how wicked this person was.

Your strength is formidable, but your unconventional behavior compensates for this advantage. Junior Uncle, just who are you?

Thinking of this, Chu Xianlan frowned and scanned the elaborate display on the table from left to right. "Master, these pastries..."

Just as Yi Chen was about to tell his disciple to sit down and savor the food, he saw the young man in front of him sighing while holding his forehead: "Junior Uncle is really something... Knowing that you have been practicing abstinence from grains for many years and have never liked such sweet things, why did you deliberately leave these disgusting snacks to annoy your eyes..."

As they spoke, Chu Xianlan deftly began clearing away the pastries scattered across the table, her eyebrows slightly raised, a look of "I'm so thoughtful" on her face.

Once the desk was tidy again, Yi Chen spoke slowly, "It has nothing to do with Wei Jin."

Chu Xianlan: "?"

what?

"These were prepared by your teacher," Yi Chen added slowly, "and they are all flavors you preferred when you were young."

"Then...then shall I pack it up and take it back to enjoy at my leisure?" Chu Xianlan's mind went blank for a moment, but she forced herself to remain calm and smooth things over.

I appear relaxed, but I actually feel like I'm about to crack.

Not only did they have preconceived notions and misunderstand the meaning, but they also said that the pastries prepared by their master were disgusting.

Hahaha……

I really want to slap myself.

No wonder Junior Uncle smiled so slyly; he must have known something all along, or had some wicked intentions. Otherwise, why would Master suddenly do this?

Yi Chen didn't mind at all. He poured him a cup of spiritual tea, and looked up through the rising steam. "Did you have something to ask me earlier?"

Chu Xianlan quickly nodded, eager to change the subject.

After that, he recounted all the strange things that had happened in the past few days, and asked worriedly, "Master, these dreams seem to be related to reality. Could they be some kind of ominous sign?"

The cultivation world is full of opportunities and strange occurrences. Chu Xianlan was afraid that she had attracted some unclean things, which was why such inexplicable things happened.

After listening, Yi Chen remained silent for a moment, then composed himself and said, "Get closer."

The two stood face to face, the clear blue spiritual energy flowing around them, the coolness rippling like delicate water, winding along their meridians, refreshing yet not biting.

The feeling of having one's consciousness probed was strange. Chu Xianlan was a little uncomfortable and shrank back slightly.

Yi Chen immediately stopped what he was doing, looked up, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Disciple...I'm fine, let's continue." Chu Xianlan shook her head, feeling that her master's eyes were like clear mirrors, as if they could see right through her.

The two are bound by a master-disciple bond, and theoretically, they should not repel each other's spiritual power.

With a fingertip touching her forehead, Chu Xianlan could smell the cool, refreshing fragrance emanating from the other person, knowing that her master was checking on her condition. Feeling her sea of ​​consciousness enveloped by a vast, ocean-like spiritual power, she relaxed her mind and allowed the gentle spiritual power to slowly seep in.

A moment later, Yi Chen finished his practice: "My mind is clear, there is nothing wrong."

This means that everything is alright.

"Thank you, Master."

Seeing that his disciple's expression was still somewhat uneasy, Yi Chen made a hand seal in front of him with one hand. With a gentle tap, a light blue magic seal appeared between the disciple's eyebrows.

Chu Xianlan blinked, recognizing it as a high-level spell called the Pure Void Exorcising Seal, which could dispel evil spirits.

"Has anything else unusual happened around you recently?"

Chu Xianlan thought back carefully.

There doesn't seem to be anything else.

The strange dreams came intermittently and without warning, seemingly without any pattern, and they did not affect his physical health or cultivation in any way.

Is it really just a coincidence or an illusion?

Since even her master said everything was alright, Chu Xianlan felt relieved.

At this moment, Yi Chen said calmly, "If you are still afraid, come and sleep in my room tonight."