...In a side courtyard of the Qin Family estate, the air was thick with the stench of blood.
Qin Xuan wiped the crimson stains from his blade, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
He looked down at the figure curled up on the ground.
"Now this is much better. Before, you were neither human nor ghost. Since you're so ugly anyway, becoming a complete ghost suits you far better, don't you think?"
Murong Yi lay motionless, her eyes tightly shut.
Half of her face was hidden beneath her dishevelled hair, while the exposed half was covered in horrifying scars, with fresh blood still trickling down.
Clutched tightly in her hand was a dark green bead that had begun to grow increasingly warm.
She had found it not long ago within the Qin Family estate.
"Tsk. Dead already? How boring."
Qin Xuan raised his foot and kicked Murong Yi's body.
"Remember this in your next life. How could your pitiful ten years of cultivation ever compare to the foundation my Qin Family has accumulated over generations?"
Suddenly, a chilling sensation crept across his neck.
The world spun.
His eyes widened as he watched his own headless body collapse before him.
"Your family has enjoyed generations of blessings."
"Now it's time to bear the sins you've created."
A youthful yet icy voice echoed through the courtyard.
Mo Yu walked forward on his short legs, his childish face carrying a chilling indifference completely at odds with his age.
The Dragon Guardian hidden in the shadows froze in shock.
Who was this child?
His young master had been killed in a single instant.
If the Qin Family's higher-ups discovered this...
However, he would never have to worry about that.
A flash of cold sword light swept through the darkness.
The Dragon Guardian's body slumped to the ground, his pupils rapidly dilating as life left his eyes.
Mo Yu glanced at the half-conscious girl lying on the ground.
"Hiss..."
He drew in a quiet breath before casually releasing a wisp of flame that reduced Qin Xuan's corpse to ashes.
Were the descendants of great families really so idle?
Actually taking pleasure in disfiguring others.
Without another thought, Mo Yu flicked a Nourishing Essence Pill into Murong Yi's mouth.
He disliked witnessing human suffering.
Most of the time, he simply chose not to look.
But if it happened before his eyes...
He would still lend a hand whenever he could.
At that moment, the System's voice echoed in his mind.
[Daughter of Luck detected: Murong Yi.]
[Suppressing the target will yield generous rewards.]
[Name: Murong Yi]
[Luck: 10,000 (Gold)]
[Description: After obtaining a great opportunity and awakening her Physique, her appearance became disfigured. Her cultivation progressed slowly, and she suffered relentless discrimination. Possesses the Erosion Heart Poison Body. Suitable as a Cauldron... Not recommended.]
Mo Yu looked at the unconscious girl with growing interest.
This was the first time the System had explicitly stated that it did not recommend someone as a Cauldron.
He had thought the System had no standards whatsoever.
As he examined her more closely, he noticed that the exposed half of her face had already recovered under the effects of the Nourishing Essence Pill.
It was exceptionally beautiful.
Curious, he reached out and gently brushed aside the dark hair concealing the other half of her face.
Mo Yu was stunned.
It was only because his Dao Heart was exceptionally steadfast that he managed to suppress the urge to vomit.
The other half of her face was covered in black, swollen flesh, twisted and grotesque beyond words.
Silently, Mo Yu let her hair fall back into place and pondered for a moment.
Just like Chu Yuli, he would bring her back to the sect after going through the proper process.
The Heavenly Profound Holy Land happened to be lacking a successor for the position of Sect Master.
Murong Yi slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a face as delicate and adorable as a porcelain doll.
"You're awake?"
A youthful voice sounded beside her.
Supporting herself with great effort, Murong Yi looked around.
Several corpses lay scattered across the courtyard.
Among them was Qin Xuan's headless body.
"Who... who saved me?"
Her voice was hoarse and weak.
"Of course, it was me."
Mo Yu answered matter-of-factly.
A faint smile unconsciously appeared on Murong Yi's face.
That childish voice, paired with such an adorable face, made one instinctively want to pat his head.
...Wait.
Why was there a child here?
Could he really have been the one who saved her?
She quietly released her Divine Sense to investigate, only to discover that she couldn't see through him in the slightest.
There were only two possibilities.
Either he was an ordinary mortal without the slightest cultivation...
Or his strength far surpassed her own.
Judging by his extraordinary bearing, the former was clearly impossible.
Murong Yi was momentarily stunned.
She had heard that within the great Holy Lands, there were heaven-defying prodigies capable of completing Qi Refining in three days and reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm within a hundred days.
She had always believed those stories to be exaggerated.
She hadn't expected such monsters to truly exist.
How enviable...
"Thank you."
She struggled to her feet and gave him a solemn bow.
"You're welcome."
Mo Yu casually waved his hand before getting straight to the point.
"Young lady, I see that you possess extraordinary talent and are blessed with exceptional aptitude for the path of immortality."
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
"Extraordinary talent...?"
Murong Yi blinked, wondering if she had misheard.
"Become... your disciple?"
Why not just hand her the Buddha's Palm Manual while he was at it?
She couldn't help complaining inwardly.
Her gaze swept over Mo Yu from head to toe.
A child who looked no older than six or seven actually wanted to accept her as his disciple?
This world truly was absurd.
"You're... younger than I am, aren't you?"
"How can you possibly be my Master?"
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