Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

"Nanren versus Jici, Jici wins!"

Faced with Nanren's elimination, the referee immediately made the final decision.

In contrast to Nan Ren's exhaustion, Ji Ci was full of energy. Although he was somewhat cunning, the elders didn't say anything.

Ji Ci made the right bet. His actions were a test, and thankfully, he was right. The fact that the referee didn't react meant that the elders and sect leaders behind him had no objections.

He waited until Nanren was exhausted and his spiritual energy was depleted before making his move. However, he underestimated Nanren, who was still able to put up a fight even in his condition. In the end, he was forced out of the arena by Nanren's sharp sword technique.

Upon hearing the news of his victory, he first bowed to Nanren, then looked at his master who had been watching him intently from below the stage.

With eagerness and joy, they stepped off the stage and came to Yuewu's side. Surprisingly, their faces were a little silly at this moment. They grinned and said, "Master, I won. I didn't embarrass you. Hehe."

Moon Mist also gave him a very positive emotional response, her eyes crinkling as she applauded Ji Ci in praise, encouraging him to do even better next time.

Ji Ci curled his lips into a smug smile. Excellent! Master was indeed very satisfied with his performance.

"Ji Ci!" A powerful and authoritative male voice rang out, causing Ji Ci to stiffen instantly. Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, he immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

It was his father, Ji Shijin.

He was in a panic, knowing that his father might have seen his performance in the ring. Embarrassment and shame overwhelmed him. He still remembered the scene when he had argued with his father and left home.

Before leaving, he was blinded by anger and made a harsh statement, saying that he would never be a spirit chef again and would prove the Great Dao with his own abilities.

It's been less than five years, and he's already slapped himself in the face, all while being caught in the act. It's so embarrassing that he hesitates and doesn't dare to turn around.

"What, you don't even greet your elders when they come?" The tone was somewhat fierce, showing great dissatisfaction with Ji Ci's ignoring attitude.

"Hey, be nicer, don't scare the child."

A gentle female voice came from behind him; it was his mother. He slowly turned around and looked at the two people behind him, filled with emotion. His eyes were slightly moist. Even after being away for so long, they were still the same as before he left.

Things have changed a bit. Gone is the initial disappointment, blaming, and confusion; they have all calmed down.

"Father, Mother," he nodded slightly, then stood still nervously, looking down at the dark blue stone floor, afraid to hear what was to come.

Since he was rescued, he has been devastated and has stayed in his room, which is completely sealed off and not a single ray of light can be seen.

They didn't understand. They said it was just cooking a few meals and there was no abuse involved, so what was there to be afraid of? He knew he had a problem, but there was nothing he could do.

The memories he had in the hands of the demonic cultivator constantly surfaced in his mind: the dark, dirty, and bloody environment filled with violence; the people who were always watching him; the once glorious young master who had become a fish on a chopping block, helpless and unable to fight back.

Panic, fear, and helplessness filled him. There, a slight misstep could cost him his life. Some of those captured with him had died, while others had gone insane. He could only pray during his rare moments of rest each night that someone would come to rescue them.

Whenever he felt like giving up, he would think of his parents, who were his last source of comfort as he teetered on the brink of collapse.

But when he returned home, Xiao He roared at him, calling him a coward. The servants and people around him were all talking about his abandonment of the Spirit Kitchen, and even his parents' eyes were filled with undisguised disappointment.

He began to shut himself off and refused to see anyone until five years ago, when his father, Zizai, couldn't stand it anymore and brought Ji Ci out. The long-suppressed resentment erupted, and the two had a fierce argument.

Ji Ci eventually ran away from home and wandered around until recently when he accidentally learned that the Qingyun Sect was recruiting disciples, and he decided to find a place to settle down.

But unexpectedly, a sudden, whimsical decision changed his life, and he encountered the greatest opportunity of his life—his master.

He was incredibly grateful to his master for helping him emerge from the shadows, reconcile with himself, and reintegrate into the world.

The group remained silent. Knowing they had something to say, Yuewu pulled Han Ziyan away, leaving only Ji Ci and her parents in that spot.

It was Ji's mother who broke the silence first, "A-Ci, how have you been these past few years? We just saw it; you were truly dazzling in the ring."

As she spoke, Ji's mother couldn't help but choke up. Her once bright and cheerful child had suddenly become dejected and listless after being hit with such bad news. But today, when she saw that sunny and cheerful child again, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

In the five years since their son left home, the couple reflected on themselves and realized that they had been too hasty. They were fixated on the idea that their son, as the heir to the family of spirit chefs, must inherit the family business, and they insisted on forcing him to return to being a spirit chef, regardless of his condition.

The son must have felt helpless at the time. This pampered young master had encountered unprecedented hardship, and in the end, no one understood his pain.

Mrs. Ji nudged Mr. Ji's elbow, and Mr. Ji coughed and said, "Hmph, well... I was too harsh back then. I shouldn't have ignored your feelings. Ah Ci, come home with us and visit us."

It was already quite rare for Ji's father, who was always very concerned about his reputation, to admit that he had made a mistake. Ji Ci's eyes reddened, and she hugged her parents tightly.

He knew his parents' good intentions, and he knew how much his dejected state had worried them. He also knew he had made a mistake.

But his remaining pride wouldn't allow him to apologize first, and their relationship remained stiff and awkward.

"I was wrong too, and I apologize to my father and mother."

The three felt a warmth in their hearts; the long-standing entanglement had finally been resolved. Yuewu stood on the mountainside not far away, looking at the three who had reconciled, and nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that things had gone quite well.

She still has a strong sense of responsibility as a teacher. Ji Ci's inner demons are the six months she was kidnapped by demonic cultivators and the conflicts with her parents.

The plot describes how the male protagonist diligently cultivates in the Qingyun Sect, constantly slapping the faces of those who once looked down on him, and rising to become a prodigy. As he becomes more and more obsessed with cultivation, his personality becomes increasingly indifferent. Until three hundred years later, when his mother passes away and his father blames him, he completely severs his emotions and enters the Path of Ruthlessness, his cultivation soaring to the heavens. He shares immense power in the war between immortals and demons, and finally, having gained a great deal of merit, Ji Ci ascends to become an immortal, nicknamed the Immortal Venerable Mieqing.

To be revered and ascend to immortality is probably what all cultivators pursue in their lives. From being the pride of heaven to being despised by everyone, they strive step by step under the pressure of being looked down upon by everyone. Their loved ones pass away, the world around them is chaotic, they abandon their emotions, and then they are left all alone.

Despite its apparent glory, it was actually quite pitiful, Yuewu thought.

That's good. He is a chosen one, and even if he doesn't cultivate the path of ruthlessness, there will still be other great opportunities waiting for him. It's better to always face everything with a smile.

Han Ziyan was displeased that Yuewu was actually worrying and going to great lengths for that good-for-nothing. She was so concerned about Ji Ci's inner demons, which was completely opposite to how she treated him. Her eyes flickered with an ambiguous light.

His gaze was fixed on Ji Ci, who was reconciling with her family not far away. His eyes were slightly lowered, which was truly enviable.

It made him extremely envious.

Wanting to possess this tenderness all to myself...