Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

Bai Chen didn't stay long and took Bai Si back to Zhushan Peak.

Only Sheng Yuan and Yu Huaizhou remained on the main peak.

Yu Huaizhou stood behind Sheng Yuan and, seeing that everyone had left, quietly tugged at Sheng Yuan's sleeve.

Sheng Yuan turned around and saw Yu Huaizhou with his head down, his hands clutching his sleeve. So he reached out and touched his head. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yu Huaizhou hesitated for a moment, then glossed over the question.

Seeing that he was feeling sad and had kept everything bottled up inside, Sheng Yuan sighed helplessly and explained to him, "There are only the two of us on this main peak. You like lively places the most. In the future, when there are more people on this main peak, it won't be so lonely and desolate."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master."

Yu Huaizhou knew his plan. Making the main peak lively was one thing, but the future of the Pure Cultivation Sect was more important.

They took him as a disciple to support him; as the head of the Pure Cultivation Sect, it was impossible for the master not to take other disciples.

He felt conflicted; it wasn't that he hoped his master would only accept him as a disciple, but rather...

Well, that's fate. Let's just take it one step at a time.

For the next few days, Sheng Yuan taught Yu Huaizhou during the day and went to the library at night to find a solution after Yu Huaizhou fell asleep.

Yu Huaizhou was also very obedient and diligent, and followed Sheng Yuan in his cultivation.

There are many elixirs and magical artifacts here. Sheng Yuan didn't restrict him and explained the knowledge to him. He also gave him the key and put him in charge of the elixir room and the treasure pavilion.

Originally, if it were just the two of them, this power wouldn't be much, but in the future, when cultivators and disciples come to the main peak, this power will be quite significant.

It was the day of the martial arts tournament, and Yu Huaizhou got up early to wait for his master to come out.

He was wearing a disciple's robe; today was a formal martial arts competition, so he needed to dress more formally.

Normally, the Master would appear at the exact hour of Mao (5-7 AM), but today it will probably be earlier.

As soon as Yu Huaizhou saw Sheng Yuan coming out, he quickly went over to him.

"Master, Master, let's hurry up and leave, we're going to be late!" Yu Huaizhou naturally took Sheng Yuan's arm.

Sheng Yuan walked slowly but steadily, asking, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've used it, I've used it," Yu Huaizhou said with a smile.

A few days ago, my senior uncle sent over some menial disciples and a few cooks, saying that the main peak would no longer be solely under my master's command, and that there would always be people to help out.

This morning, Yu Huaizhou ate his meal at the canteen.

Sheng Yuan was delighted to see him so lively and energetic, and the two flew on their swords to the venue of the martial arts tournament.

In formal settings, Yu Huaizhou no longer linked arms with Sheng Yuan, but instead followed behind him respectfully.

The martial arts tournament was divided into two parts: first, the inner disciples of the sect leader and elders competed, and then the sect leader and elders conducted an assessment to accept new disciples.

The competition among inner disciples also influences the sect leader's decision to accept disciples.

Few of these disciples had ever seen their sect leader, Xiang Shengyuan, over the past century. So when they heard that their sect leader, who had been in seclusion for a century, would also participate in the martial arts tournament and even take on disciples, the tournament was more lively than usual.

Yu Huaizhou used to stand behind Bai Chen as Bai Chen's junior disciple, but this time he came with Sheng Yuan as the sect leader's disciple.

Standing behind Sheng Yuan, at the very head of the arena, one could overlook the entire arena and receive the worship of the crowd.

Sheng Yuan simply said a few words according to the rules, and the martial arts tournament officially began.

Sheng Yuan sat at the head of the table, and of course, there was no shortage of tea and snacks to relieve his boredom.

Yu Huaizhou sat at the same table as Sheng Yuan, to the side of Sheng Yuan, as was the custom.

After he arrived, his eyes never left the hibiscus cake on the table.

"Go draw lots. I'll save the hibiscus cake for you. Try it when you get back." Sheng Yuan gently tapped his forehead.

Yu Huaizhou rubbed his forehead where he had been touched and stood up. "Oh."

Not long after, Yu Huaizhou returned from the draw. His opponent was a disciple of a senior master. This senior master was different from his third senior master, Bai Chen. He was the disciple of his grandmaster's senior brother. In other words, he was competing against the disciple of the grandmaster's senior brother's disciple.

The relationship is complicated, and we're not very familiar with each other.

Sheng Yuan didn't comment, but simply pushed the hibiscus cake in front of Yu Huaizhou.

Yu Huaizhou sat down naturally and picked up a piece of hibiscus cake to eat.

Although it's the first round, he's last in line, so he can come here to rest for a while.

"Don't eat too much, or you'll feel unwell later," Sheng Yuan reminded him as he reached for the second piece of hibiscus cake.

Yu Huaizhou obediently withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

It was Bai Si's turn to compete.

Although there was a difference in their strength, they were all inner disciples after all, so their fights were intense and exciting.

When the disciple went to the competition arena, he saw that the elders sitting on the platform were also busy.

"Having secluded himself for a hundred years, what are your thoughts on this martial arts competition, Sect Leader?" The elder sitting not far from Sheng Yuan asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Elder Zhang Laixi was dressed in red and wore gold jewelry. Based on the original owner's memories, Sheng Yuan determined that this was the original owner's master's disciple, that is, the original owner's junior brother. Back then, during the martial arts tournament, the two were almost evenly matched, but in the end, the sect leader at the time accepted the original owner as a disciple, and this person could only become the master's disciple. Unfortunately, he had come with the goal of becoming the sect leader's inner disciple, so he had always held a grudge about this matter.

"The purpose of the martial arts competition is for fellow disciples to exchange skills and insights. As long as one gains some understanding, it's a good thing."

Hearing Sheng Yuan's words, Zhang Lai sneered disdainfully, "What the sect leader says is true, but I remember that the sect leader's disciple has only been to the main peak for a few days. I wonder how much he has learned. If he loses, it will be embarrassing."

"Master, if I embarrass you, will you punish me?" Yu Huaizhou asked after hearing this.

Sheng Yuan glanced at him and said, "As long as it's a fair and square competition, no ranking is shameful."

"Disciple understands." Yu Huaizhou nodded.

Zhang Lai's face darkened when he heard this.

Sheng Yuan leisurely sipped his tea.

Seeing that it was almost time, Yu Huaizhou got up and told Sheng Yuan that they were going to the competition arena.

Sheng Yuan nodded. "Go."

With Sheng Yuan's words, Yu Huaizhou felt less pressure about his ranking, but he still hoped to do his best to get a good ranking.

Yu Huaizhou, wielding the Purple Sword, fought his way to the third-to-last round, leaving only eight disciples remaining.

In this round, Yu Huaizhou was facing Zhang Lai's apprentice, Yu Qi. After so many rounds, he was exhausted and felt that this was about the end of the match.

"Everyone says that Sect Leader Xiang is exceptionally talented and has superb cultivation. I imagine his disciples must also be formidable," Yu Qi said with a smile.

Yu Huaizhou, however, felt that Yu Qixiao's smile was malicious. This man had praised him so highly from the start. If he lost, not only would he be ridiculed, but his master would also lose face.

“Master’s talent is admired by all. I am merely fortunate to have received his instruction for a few days. In terms of talent, I am not necessarily superior. Junior Brother Yu, you are exaggerating.”

Yu Qi was quite disdainful of his answer.

The contest began, swords flashed, and the two fought to a standstill.

Seeing that the situation was not good and that he was at a disadvantage, Yu Qi's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his right hand as if to strike Yu Huaizhou with his bare hands. Yu Huaizhou reacted quickly, grabbed his wrist, and prepared to kick him, but felt a sharp pain on the left side of his abdomen. He looked up and saw Yu Qi's smug smile, and guessed what was going on. The pain was intense. Yu Huaizhou used all his strength to knock Yu Qi into a pillar on the side of the arena before he was able to dissipate the force and fall down.

Yu Huaizhou thought he would fall to the ground, but Sheng Yuan caught him with one hand.

"Master..."

Yu Huaizhou's constitution was more sensitive and more fragile than others'. The spirit jade nourished people, but it was extremely easy to break. At this moment, the poison took effect, and Yu Huaizhou was in pain all over his body. He was too weak to speak, and a little blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm." Sheng Yuan held a pill to Yu Huaizhou's lips and coaxed, "Good boy, open your mouth."

Yu Huaizhou obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, then leaned against Sheng Yuan's chest.

Now that Yu Huaizhou's poison has been neutralized, Sheng Yuan should deal with Yu Qi.

Sheng Yuan carried Yu Huaizhou and turned to leave the arena, heading towards the stands.

Yu Qi, who had just been knocked down by Yu Huaizhou, was then bound to the pillar again by the iron chains released by Sheng Yuan.

"The competition was for fellow disciples to exchange martial arts skills and knowledge. There was no reason to use insidious and deadly moves to harm fellow disciples. According to the sect rules, Yu Qi should be subjected to sixteen Soul Whips, have his cultivation abolished, and be thrown into the Demon Beast Mountain."

Sheng Yuan carried Yu Huaizhou as they walked, speaking in a cold and hard tone.