Chapter 213: The Little Cat Might Survive, Haotian Orthodox Sect Ahead

Yu Xian wasn’t particularly bothered about being ignored—he preferred it that way.

That woman, You Xiaohua, had glanced at him several times just now, and it seemed like she might have sensed something. But he had disguised himself well that day, even altering his voice to be hoarse—she wouldn’t be able to recognize him.

As for the similarity in body type?

There were countless people with similar builds in this world. You could pick dozens off any street. So Yu Xian wasn’t worried about that at all.

The two women chatted happily, and in just a few dozen meters of walking, they were already calling each other sisters—not just fellow disciples, but true sisters.

This was partly because Su Xiaoduo was deliberately flattering and sweet with her words, and partly because You Xiaohua genuinely liked Su Xiaoduo and found her pleasant.

Soon, You Xiaohua led them to a secluded courtyard in the rear mountain and smiled warmly. “Sister, you and your junior brother can cultivate here. There are two side rooms—East and West. Choose whichever you like.”

She was truly in a good mood. The gloom in her eyes had noticeably lessened, as if her little grass sister had appeared right before her.

“Thank you, elder sister,” Su Xiaoduo nodded repeatedly. She glanced at the modest side room, then whispered, “Elder sister, would it be alright if I lived with you instead?”

“Oh?”

You Xiaohua couldn’t help but glance at the calm-faced Yu Xian, then back at Su Xiaoduo, who only smiled playfully.

You Xiaohua’s expression shifted slightly—something seemed to click in her mind—and she nodded. “Alright. This place is small, and it’s indeed not appropriate for a man and woman to stay so close.”

Yu Xian’s brow twitched at that.

Su Xiaoduo blinked awkwardly and mumbled, “Elder sister, that’s not what I meant…”

You Xiaohua had completely misunderstood her.

She just wanted to learn from her, maybe get some insight about the sect—not because of Yu Xian!

If her senior brother did have any such thoughts… she might not even want to leave…

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Yu Xian said simply, bowing slightly. “Now that we’ve arrived, I’m a bit tired and will go rest for a while.”

“Alright, Junior Brother, go ahead,” You Xiaohua replied with a gentle smile and nodded.

Yu Xian turned and chose the east side room at random.

You Xiaohua then smiled at Su Xiaoduo and said, “Let’s go, Little Grass.”

“Mhm.”

Su Xiaoduo nodded, casting a glance toward Yu Xian’s room before following You Xiaohua.

Inside the room—

It was clear no one had lived here for a while, but it was still tidy, showing that You Xiaohua occasionally came by to clean.

There was no meditation mat, so Yu Xian simply stepped onto the bed, crossed his legs, and exhaled slowly.

In ten days, he would accompany Hong Shao to the Haotian Orthodox Sect.

After that, he would finally settle down—no more wandering.

It was time to make a name for himself.

With that thought, he raised his hand.

In his palm was a bluish-green pill, faintly glowing.

It was a mid-grade fourth-rank pill—Clear Fragrance Spirit Pill—gifted by Chen Manman.

For his current cultivation, this pill was quite beneficial. And since he already had experience consuming such pills, he didn’t need to wait for a breakthrough or the perfect moment.

Like eating candy, he popped the pill into his mouth and began cultivating with the Ten Thousand Year Wood Spring Art.

The pill’s effect was indeed strong—Chen Manman’s alchemy was top-tier. Her refined spiritual herbs preserved nearly all medicinal effects without waste.

Yu Xian wasn’t quite at that level yet. His cultivation wasn’t enough to support high-rank refining.

For third-rank pills, he was confident he could make them top-grade, but fourth-rank was still out of reach.

Wood spirit energy surrounded his body, a faint bluish-green glow shimmering around him, enhancing absorption, expanding his Qi sea, and strengthening his foundation.

Cultivation…

Ten days, ten months, ten years, a thousand years—even ten thousand years—all meant nothing in the grand scope of things.

Think of the universe, boundless and ancient, cycling through billions of years.

Countless cultivators like dust motes within it—no matter how brilliant, still just specks.

Before he knew it, eight days had passed.

Inside the room, Yu Xian calmly opened his eyes and finished his cultivation.

With a thought, he entered his beast pouch.

The Cloud Heron was resting off in the distance, while a yellow-striped blur darted around excitedly, meowing with joy.

It was the Little Phoenix Cat, now fully matured into a fourth-rank spiritual beast after months of growth—the fifth flower pattern on its body fully formed.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

Suddenly, the Phoenix Cat stopped and began calling out joyfully toward the illusionary sky within the pouch, eyes full of joy.

Yu Xian’s expression changed slightly.

Could it sense his divine sense inspecting the pouch?

“This Cloud Heron may not be smart or talented, but it’s loyal and hard-working. Once I’m settled in Haotian Orthodox Sect, I’ll find a way to awaken its intelligence.”

He reached for the Phoenix Cat, catching it by the scruff. “Stay in the pouch for now. Once everything’s secure, I’ll let you out.”

Meow~

It barely had time to protest before it vanished.

Yu Xian let out a slow breath. With a hand seal, he summoned Wood Armor around him, and seven vines rose behind him like green dragons, swaying slowly.

Only two days left.

Time to focus on refining what he knew best.

He needed more time to reach the “Ten-Zhang Vine” stage of Vine Art and the second realm of Divine Wood Armor!

Ten-zhang vines, like thunder whips—just one was incredibly destructive.

As for Divine Wood Armor, despite its similarity to the term Wood God Armor, the difference was vast.

Once completed, it could rival even mid-grade fourth-rank defensive treasures!

Soon… very soon…

Time passed again, and two more days were gone in a flash.

On the tenth day, Su Xiaoduo came running to his door, calling softly, “Senior Brother? Master told me to come fetch you. It’s time to depart!”

“Mhm, I’m coming.”

Yu Xian responded and opened his eyes.

In ten days, there wasn’t any major progress in cultivation, just some minor gains—not unexpected.

Foundation Establishment cultivators usually took decades to advance. No rushing.

He got out of bed and opened the door. Su Xiaoduo was already waiting with a smile.

“Shall we go, Senior Brother?”

“Let’s.”

They headed toward the main mountain residence.

At the main residence, Hong Shao and Chen Manman were already prepared.

You Xiaohua stood respectfully beside Chen Manman.

Yu Xian and Su Xiaoduo bowed in greeting, then stood beside Hong Shao.

“Everyone’s here. Shall we head to Xuantian Sect—or rather, Haotian Orthodox Sect?” Chen Manman asked with a smile.

“Let’s go,” Hong Shao nodded.

She summoned her flower basket, which expanded rapidly.

Chen Manman waved her hand, summoning a floating red cloud like auspicious mist.

Yu Xian, Su Xiaoduo, and You Xiaohua each boarded one of the two flying treasures.

Hong Shao stepped into her flower basket and soared northwest.

Chen Manman prepared to follow—but paused, smiled, and said, “I can’t leave behind a place I once lived in.”

She pointed a finger.

A streak of light shot from her fingertip, blasting apart the small residence behind them into dust.

If Yu Xian had witnessed that finger, he would’ve been shocked.

That was the Spirit Communication Finger—not rare, but very advanced in mastery.

Chen Manman didn’t even need to gather energy anymore.

She floated up on her red mist and followed Hong Shao.

A late-stage Core Formation and an early-stage Core Formation cultivator flew at high altitudes. They could travel 100,000 kilometers per day.

Their destination—Haotian Orthodox Sect, formerly Xuantian Sect, located atop Little Kunlun, the highest peak in Eastern Continent.

Though not as grand as the central continent’s Great Kunlun, it stood 10,000 zhang tall and 1,000 li wide—a vast, majestic mountain like a pillar holding up the sky.

Xuantian Sect had relied on this terrain and a great formation to survive the Blood River Sect’s assault, eventually becoming today’s Haotian Orthodox Sect.

They flew without rest, crossing familiar lands, conversing occasionally, reaching their destination in 13 days.

From afar, a broken mountain gate came into view—it was once the glorious Tianyuan Sword Sect, now in ruins.

“Back then, I saw thousands of sword cultivators flying like shooting stars. It was magnificent,” Chen Manman sighed. “Now, just ruins.”

“Strength determines everything,” Hong Shao said coldly. “Once proud, now fallen. Just like our Medicine King Valley.”

“And that Blood River Sect leader—did you ever find out who he is?” Chen Manman asked.

Hong Shao shook her head. “No, but I know his name: Liu Qinghe.”

Chen Manman frowned. “Never heard of him. Might be an alias.”

Yu Xian’s heart trembled.

Liu Qinghe?!

Wasn’t that one of the three who survived the Ascension Island?

Back then, he’d vanished inside a palace. Now he was the Nascent Soul overlord?

Impossible.

It must be a coincidence.

A common name.

He calmed his heart and returned to meditation.

Two more days passed.

Suddenly Su Xiaoduo exclaimed, “Wow! Is that the Heavenly Pillar!?”

Yu Xian opened his eyes.

A towering mountain pierced the sky.

The Little Kunlun—Eastern Continent’s greatest peak.

“We’ve arrived,” Hong Shao murmured.

As they descended, three streams of light shot from the sect below—guards intercepting strangers near their gate.

And rightly so—for in these turbulent times, no sect could afford to be careless.