The Combat Plaza had never been this lively since the descent of Sky City.
In just a short while, Yue Zhao had already set up a stall selling barbecue and beer.
The beer—what was that supposed to be? At first, its flavor seemed strange, but as people drank it, the combination of icy beer and the scorching weather offered a unique pleasure.
On the big screen, Yun Jin hosted a grand celebration themed around "praising the Fairy."
"Everyone, don't just focus on eating," Yun Jin said, holding a megaphone. "The next performance is ready and about to begin."
Soon, a group of female cultivators drifted forward gracefully.
The lead cultivator appeared shy. "To thank the Fairy for her protection over the city, we have prepared a dance. Time was limited, so this performance is not fully perfected. Next time, we will treat dancing for the Fairy as our utmost priority. We hope to present an even better performance at the next gala."
"Excellent!" everyone applauded.
The women danced lightly and elegantly.
When they finished, Yun Jin offered a serious critique. "Very good, very good. The movements are graceful, but some sincerity is missing. Since preparation time was limited, this is already acceptable. Next time, we must show the Fairy even greater dedication. Next group, prepare to take the stage after one incense stick's time."
As the light descended, the dancers received their rewards, leaving them all beaming with joy.
They realized something astonishing: the Qingxiao Pavilion statue was surprisingly generous.If all it wanted was a few kind words, why had they been so anxious?
The next group readied themselves quickly.
This one, guided by Yue Zhao and several Wushuang Sect disciples, was a verbal performance. Yun Jin couldn't help but admire them.
Cultivators were impressively efficient.
In such a short time, Yue Zhao had even prepared a skit, and the overall quality was high.If a New Year Gala were this efficient, it could last 365 days a year!
The skit's originality captured the statue's interest. The statue's previously descending pleasure rose again.
In the end, Yue Zhao and his group received generous rewards.
"There are still five more groups waiting in line. Anyone else wishing to perform should register with Yue Zhao promptly. Opportunities like this don't come twice," Yun Jin shouted. "Next group, prepare!"
The bright moon hung high.
What would have been a dull routine of absorbing sunlight and moonlight now became lively entertainment.
Yun Jin looked over the bustling plaza and felt satisfied. Time would pass quickly this way.
News of the statue's manifestation spread, and more cultivators flocked to the plaza.
Sect elders silently approved. Though this commotion was caused by the mischievous Yun Jin, the performing disciples genuinely received the statue's blessings.
Perform well, and you might even have a permanent mark of favor from the statue.
Even Palace Master Lin Xiao said nothing, giving them no reason to stop.
By nightfall, the plaza was packed, nearly overflowing.
"Fairy Sister, everyone has rushed here to witness your unmatched beauty," Yun Jin said with practiced flattery. "If the Fairy finds it too noisy, should I disperse them?"
As her words fell, Yun Jin sensed a faint figure in her mind. The figure shook its head gently: "No need."
Yun Jin instantly understood.
The statue hadn't had enough praise yet.
Over a thousand years, so many had come and gone without a single kind word. Anyone would be irritable. This time, she would keep them praising until the statue was truly pleased.
The benefit of being a cultivator: no need to sleep.
Yun Jin, full of energy, transitioned the celebration from evening to morning and back again. The plaza buzzed with ongoing performances.
Suddenly, Yun Jin felt something. She looked up at the sky.
Above the dome, the Taiyin Star hung high.
Moonlight spilled gently down.
It fell softly upon Yun Jin.
As the final sliver of starlight entered her body, she reached the entry requirement for the Yin-Yang Codex.
[Entry task completed], the system announced mechanically.
The next moment, the solar and starlight she had collected surged within her body.
It was time to enter.
Without hesitation, Yun Jin seated herself in meditation.
Half of her body glowed bright, the other dark, forming a living black-and-white Tai Chi.
The Tai'a Sword sensed this and floated silently behind her, also black and white. Together, they achieved a strange harmony.
The Tian Po Sword trembled in shock.
This feeling…
This was the Yin-Yang Codex!
No, it wasn't just that.
The energy was far stronger than when her Master had first entered.
What on earth was happening?
Tian Po Sword had been concerned about Yun Jin, following her closely. She climbed statues, hosted galas—he worried about her mental state. If she entered with the Codex he provided but harmed herself, the guilt would be his. Now, the apparently crazed young master entered so effortlessly that Tian Po Sword began to question his own sanity.
"Eh?" Yun Jin heard a melodious female voice in her mind.
As she refined the dual solar and lunar light, her brows twitched. Previously, the statue had only appeared as vague images and sounds in her mind. Now, the voice was clear and crisp. She instantly confirmed one thing: This statue was not lifeless.
Some true immortal existed within Sky City.
Perhaps trapped, perhaps with a hidden agenda, they had never revealed themselves. The statue showed no hostility, so Yun Jin continued her refinement.
In the plaza, the crowd watched as she seated herself, performing an unfamiliar cultivation technique.
The noise gradually faded, and all eyes were drawn to her.
What cultivation method was this?
Black? White?
Between black and white, infinite mysteries seemed to dwell.
They couldn't understand it, yet they were mesmerized.
The statue remained unperturbed.
Inside it, a woman gazed quietly at Yun Jin.
She whispered, "Yin and Yang… this little world truly holds an unparalleled genius."