Yun Jin's expression remained cold, yet the disciples let out a collective sigh of relief. Seeing how Yun Jin had killed Zhai Ge and Shi Li before, they had feared their own deaths were inevitable. Now, all they had to do was hand over their entire wealth and leave Mingxin Hall. It felt like a windfall.
Yun Jin watched them with a faint, cold smile. Soon, they would realize just how precious a chance they had lost by leaving Mingxin Hall.
The disciples, almost eagerly, surrendered all their belongings.
Yun Jin spoke calmly: "You may leave. From now on, you are no longer members of Mingxin Hall. You may never return."
Return later?
Only fools would do such a thing. They all nodded and hurriedly left.
The three Mahayana cultivators exchanged amused glances at Yun Jin.
"Hall Master Yun, we thought you were going to kill them all too," one said with a smirk.
Yun Jin smiled faintly. "Fear of death is a human instinct. They did not actively collude with demons, so their crimes do not deserve death. But they made choices, and I can make mine. My choice is not to associate with people like them."
The three Mahayana cultivators paused, then wore thoughtful expressions. No wonder the alliance leader valued Yun Jin so highly. Someone like Yun Jin already had a complete set of principles in her heart, and she consistently lived by them.
Whether those principles were right or wrong was open to debate. But for Yun Jin, the opinions of others held no sway at all. A sudden thought flashed through their minds.
Yun Jin already had her own cultivation path.
A cultivation path unlike the three thousand Dao that existed in the world.
A cultivation path that had nothing to do with strength, only with the heart.
A heart as solid as a rock would not be easily swayed by worldly distractions and could climb step by step to the very pinnacle.
They exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of shock in the others' eyes.
A heart tempered like that—after thousands of years of life—they still did not possess.
Yet Yun Jin, a sixteen-year-old girl, already had it.
This world…
Truly had such a prodigy!
While the three were still marveling, Yun Jin led them to sit and poured them tea. After a while, she blinked and said, "Seniors, I have a request."
They immediately set down their cups.
"Is this about the sects?" one sneered. "Don't worry. This is not a place where Lin Xiao can run rampant alone. With such a commotion, he will have to answer for it. Many will be watching, and it won't be easily covered up."
Yun Jin nodded. "With you watching, I can rest assured."
She then showed a slightly embarrassed look. "But that's not what I need your help with."
"Then what is it?" Their expressions grew serious.
If something so important wasn't what Yun Jin wanted, what could be more urgent?
They had to listen carefully.
Yun Jin chuckled and lowered her voice: "Here's the deal. I fought alone against nine mid-Mahayana cultivators. Seniors, isn't that incredible?"
They fell silent.
Incredible… what did she mean by that exactly?
It didn't matter.
From Yun Jin's smug expression, they could guess enough.
Yet…
Before, they had thought Yun Jin was a person who had fully realized her heart, unshakable even if mountains fell before her. Now, looking at her proud and over-the-top expression, they could only think: sixteen is sixteen—still a young after all.
"She's impressive," one said.
"This achievement is unprecedented, and likely unmatched in the future."
"It will certainly be recorded in history for generations to admire."
The three praised her.
Kids liked to hear compliments; it cost nothing to indulge them a little.
"All right, all right, well said!" Yun Jin's eyes lit up, nodding eagerly. "I have a line for you to hear: Without Yun Jin, cultivating the Dao would last an eternity like a long night."
She delivered it with full teenage melodrama.
The three exchanged awkward looks.
Without Yun Jin, cultivating the Dao would last an eternity like a long night…
It sounded imposing, stirring, but maybe… a bit embarrassing?
Yet Yun Jin looked at them expectantly, so they nodded along.
"Indeed, not bad."
"Very commanding."
"It gets the blood pumping."
Yun Jin slammed the table. "Exactly! This is the effect I wanted! Seniors, this line will open my next big movie: The Yun Jin Saga: Part II! Isn't it amazing?"
Movie…
The Yun Jin Saga: Part II…
What was this nonsense?
She continued enthusiastically: "I plan to edit this battle, add some context, and turn it into a complete story. With a script I wrote myself, it's guaranteed to be a hit! I will make Yun Jin's name known across the world!"
The three remained silent. They had a vague understanding of what a movie was. But cultivators had spent thousands of years buried in study. They had never seen anyone like Yun Jin—a walking spotlight.
"I also plan to shoot additional scenes for context. Seniors, could you make cameo appearances? You'd become famous along with me!" Yun Jin looked at them eagerly.
The battle footage alone was insufficient for viewers to follow the story. She wanted a complete narrative. Yun Jin believed that special effects were not the most important thing—the story itself mattered most. That was Yun Jin, a filmmaker's persistence.
The three exchanged glances.
She wanted their help shooting?
The Recording Stone could preserve real events as evidence.
Usually, it was used as proof.
But Yun Jin's idea was unprecedented.
"Does that mean you're agreeing?" Yun Jin asked eagerly.
Caught in her gaze, they could hardly refuse and nodded.
Yun Jin's face lit up.
"Don't worry, seniors! Once this movie is out, your fame will spread far and wide! Do you want me to help you think of some cool opening lines too?"
They shook their heads frantically.
"No, no need! Absolutely not!"
Being recorded was already embarrassing enough; saying lines like that would be worse than death.
Yun Jin looked momentarily disappointed.
Why did they refuse so quickly?
She still had plenty of classic lines.
"Hall Master Yun, how will you shoot this… movie? We can't stay long," one said.
"It's fine, someone will come help us immediately!" Yun Jin hurriedly said. "At most one day, and we can finish shooting. It won't take up your time."
They could only agree.
Yun Jin arranged for them to rest at Mingxin Hall for a day.
Sure enough, someone arrived the next day.