Free Web NovelChapter 321: Chapter 133: Ning Xiang’s Treatment, On Lingxi Peak
A chill ran through Yang Jing, and he subconsciously slowed his pace, discreetly sensing their cultivation.
He could feel that the auras of these white-robed disciples were deep and solid. Even the weakest among them had reached the Peak of Transformation.
The auras of a select few were even more ethereal and profound, their power concealed but palpable, as if they were one with the world. They must be experts who had already stepped into the Qi Eating Realm.
He glanced at the green-robed Outer Sect Disciple beside him. The disciple’s face was etched with restraint and caution, his gaze darting away, not daring to look too long at the white-robed disciples. A guess immediately formed in Yang Jing’s mind.
’These experts I just saw must be Inner Sect Disciples of Lingxi Peak. There’s no way an Outer Sect Disciple’s cultivation could reach such a level.’
’And as we walked, I noticed a clear distinction in the attire of the Xuanzhen Sect disciples. Most Outer Sect Disciples wear green robes, while the stronger, white-robed ones must be the higher-ranking Inner Sect Disciples. A power gap like this makes sense.’
The two followed the path markers until they arrived at a wooden cabin. Two green-robed disciples stood guard at the entrance.
Yang Jing discreetly sensed that these two also possessed Transformation cultivation. However, their auras were much weaker than those of the white-robed disciples he had seen along the way, and they had not yet reached the Peak of Transformation.
The Outer Sect Disciple guiding Yang Jing hurried forward, cupped his fist to the disciple on duty, and said politely, "Excuse me, but could you please announce me? I am a disciple on duty from the Outer Island. I have been ordered to bring a new disciple here to register with Lingxi Peak."
One of the disciples on duty nodded upon hearing this. He gestured to the other disciple, then turned and entered the cabin to make the announcement.
A moment later, he emerged from the cabin, gestured for Yang Jing to enter, and said in a deep voice, "Come in. The Steward is waiting for you."
Seeing this, the Outer Sect Disciple who had brought Yang Jing quickly cupped his fist to both Yang Jing and the disciple on duty. "In that case, I will return to report on my assignment. I wish you smooth cultivation on Lingxi Peak, Young Master."
With that, he turned and hurried away. His mission was complete, and there was no need to linger.
’He could see it now,’ the disciple thought. ’That Miss Sun Ningxiang must have a powerful background. This Yang Jing is probably just some pretty boy who latched onto a wealthy young lady, using her connections to get into the Xuanzhen Sect.’
Yang Jing was oblivious to the Outer Sect Disciple’s private speculations. At that moment, his entire focus was on the cabin before him. He just wanted to meet the Steward, complete his registration, and get settled on Lingxi Peak as soon as possible. Then, he could dedicate himself fully to his training and pour all his energy into the Martial Dao.
He raised a hand to gently pat his robes, brushing away the fine specks of snow and dust from his journey. He straightened his collar, his expression growing solemn. After taking a deep breath, he stepped slowly into the cabin.
The cabin’s interior was sparsely furnished. In the center stood an old wooden desk, on which sat a brush, ink, paper, an inkstone, and a few yellowed registers. A pile of miscellaneous items sat in the corner. The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and old wood—simple, yet orderly.
Behind the desk sat a bald, slightly plump old man. His face was etched with wrinkles of varying depths, and his close-set eyes were sharp. His gaze held a natural ferocity that instinctively commanded awe and respect.
Yang Jing dared not be disrespectful. The moment he steadied himself, he bowed slightly and said in a respectful, steady voice, "Disciple Yang Jing, paying my respects to the Steward."
The bald man glanced up at him, his eyes lingering on him for a brief moment. Then, he picked up a thin booklet from the desk and held it out to Yang Jing.
"No need for formalities," the bald man said. "Take this booklet and fill in your basic information. Be truthful."
His voice was surprisingly soft. It was slightly hoarse but remarkably calm, a stark contrast to his fierce-looking face. The disconnect was so great it took a moment to process.
Yang Jing was inwardly surprised. ’This Steward looks ferocious, but his temperament is quite gentle. He isn’t fierce or domineering like I imagined. It seems he won’t be as difficult to deal with as I thought.’
He quickly stepped forward and took the booklet with both hands. His fingertips brushed against the rough paper as he looked down at it. On the page were several lines of neat print, listing the information he needed to provide.
