If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The enormous purple-gold flying boat finally passed through layers of array light curtains and landed on the main peak square of the Hehuan Sect.

Xie Buci led the Qingquan Peak team to refuse all the elders' questions and flew straight back to Qingquan Peak in a beam of light.

The main hall of Qingquan Peak was still filled with the familiar, languid atmosphere.

Yan Chenyu lay on her side on a soft couch covered with snow fox fur, holding a crystal-clear purple grape in her hand. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, as if she would fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

Even though the outside world was in an uproar because of the tragic casualties at the ruins, her little Qingquan Peak remained as peaceful as ever.

She lazily tossed the grapes into her mouth before raising her eyelids to survey the group of people standing in the center of the hall.

Originally, only three disciples went out, but now they have returned with all of them, and behind them are four stunning beauties, making the originally spacious hall seem a bit crowded.

Yan Chenyu's gaze first passed over Xie Buci and Qin Wanzhuang, who were standing ramrod straight in front, and landed precisely on Mo Chengyue, who was huddled at the very back of the group.

A hidden, eerie light emerged from the depths of her seemingly dreamy eyes, and a gentle, breeze-like divine sense silently brushed across Mo Chengyue's body.

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine. The Yin-Yang Virtue Meridian in his body started to operate automatically, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Yan Chenyu's originally lazy posture became somewhat restrained. She propped herself up halfway and looked at her third disciple, who was always known as the most useless.

While others faced a near-death experience going out, he went out and his cultivation level secretly crossed the insurmountable barrier of Core Formation, even firmly establishing himself at the mid-stage of Golden Core.

What's most outrageous is that this kid's foundation is terrifyingly solid, and the pure ancient aura within him even amazes her, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

She casually tossed a half-eaten spiritual fruit onto the table and slowly began to speak.

"My Clear Spring Peak is usually deserted, but it's unusually lively today."

Yan Chenyu's voice was soft and drawn out, with a touch of innocent naiveté.

She pointed her slender white finger at Xie Buci, then gestured towards the four women behind her, each with a different expression.

"Boss, you took your junior brothers and sisters out for training, how come you ended up bringing back the troublemaker from Jade Peak and the Holy Maiden from Purple Bamboo Peak?"

Xie Buci immediately put away his folding fan, stepped forward, and gave an extremely innocent smile.

"Master, you're wronging me. These fairies aren't here for me."

As Xie Buci spoke, he took a step to the side with ill intent, completely exposing Mo Chengyue, who had been trying to hide his abilities, to Yan Chenyu's view.

"You'll have to ask the third brother. He really stole the show in the ruins. These fairies insisted on coming back with him, and I, as their senior brother, couldn't stop them even if I wanted to."

Mo Chengyue cursed Xie Buci a thousand times in his heart, but immediately put on his signature trembling expression.

"Master, you are wise. It was all thanks to my eldest brother and second sister who fought bravely all the way. I was just helping to set up the formation. I didn't have any chance to show off."

Mo Chengyue lowered his head and spoke rapidly, trying to clear himself of suspicion.

"As for these senior sisters and elders, they only took pity on their disciple and offered him some protection."

Yan Chenyu couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, and her beautiful face became even more charming with the smile.

"Third brother, do you think I've been eating for nothing all these hundreds of years, or do you think I'm blind?"

Yan Chenyu sat up from the couch, resting her chin on her hand, and looked with great interest at the four top female cultivators with completely different identities and backgrounds from left to right.

"Yu Jianhuan of Yulin Peak, who usually treats those male disciples like dogs, is now willingly standing half a step behind you."

Yan Chenyu's tone was drawn out, carrying a strong gossipy connotation.

"And then there's Su Qingying, the infamous ice queen of Biyun Peak. She wouldn't even look at you, Boss, with a scorn. Yet, looking at your back right now, she doesn't even seem to want to draw her sword."

Instead of refuting her name, Yu Jianhuan, whose name was called, twisted her body coquettishly and gave Yan Chenyu a flirtatious wink.

"Peak Master Yan is too kind. Brother Chengyue took great care of her in the ruins. She's now completely devoted to him, so how could she bear to leave?"

As soon as Yu Jianhuan said those words, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop a few degrees.

Su Qingying tightened her grip on the Jade Spirit Sword. Although she didn't speak, a hint of suppressed stubbornness appeared in her eyes as she looked at Mo Chengyue.

Yan Chenyu's smile deepened, and she finally fixed her gaze on Jin Qiaoqiao, who was the tallest and exuded a subtle demonic aura.

"If the previous ones could be considered as fellow clansmen, then this powerful demon has condescended to come to my humble Clear Spring Peak, surely not just to eat vegetarian food."

Yan Chenyu saw through Jin Qiaoqiao's true nature as a demon in the Transformation Stage at a glance. Although her tone was teasing, it also contained a hint of warning.

Jin Qiaoqiao met Yan Chenyu's gaze without fear, a hint of arrogance appearing in her eerie golden vertical pupils.

"I encountered a misfortune in the ruins and owed Mo Chengyue a favor. The demon race has always been one to repay kindness."

Jin Qiaoqiao's voice was cold and melodious. She crossed her arms and stood steadily in the guard position beside Mo Chengyue.

"I will naturally stay with him until he doesn't need me to repay this favor."

Upon hearing this answer, Yan Chenyu stretched lazily and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Interesting, absolutely fascinating!"

Yan Chenyu walked barefoot on the fluffy carpet and slowly walked up to Mo Chengyue.

"Third brother, even when you go to the cafeteria to get food, people always cut in line. I thought you were a pushover."

Yan Chenyu leaned closer to Mo Chengyue, her warm breath brushing against his collar, and continued speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Who would have thought that you not only quietly cultivated to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, but also kept a pond full of delicate koi fish that could stir up the seas?"

Mo Chengyue's body stiffened. He knew that any pretense would be futile in front of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, so he simply gave up on arguing.

"Master's teachings are correct. I was forced to use a few tricks to save my life."

Mo Chengyue lowered his voice, trying his best to make his tone sound sincere and innocent.

Qin Wanzhuang stood to the side, watching Yan Chenyu and Mo Chengyue standing very close together, and her brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Master, our third junior brother truly made a great contribution to the ruins. Without his command of the formation, Qingquan Peak would never have been able to escape unscathed."

Qin Wanzhuang stepped forward, her posture upright like a pine tree, her words full of protection for Mo Chengyue.

"As for these fellow disciples and fellow Daoists, they have indeed gone through life and death with us. Master, please stop joking about our third junior brother."

Yan Chenyu took two steps back and looked at her second disciple, who was usually extremely resistant to men, who had actually taken the initiative to protect someone for the first time. The playfulness in her eyes was almost overflowing.

"Oh, even the most annoying evening makeup artist is starting to defend her. It seems my apprentice has not only set up a trap, but also cast a huge love net."

Yan Chenyu walked back to the soft couch, lay down lazily, and put on an air of nonchalance.

"Fine, I don't care about your young people's tricks, just don't let them spread to my main hall on Qingquan Peak."

Yan Chenyu picked up a spirit fruit again, took a bite, and gave an indistinct command.

"The sect leader is currently furious because the other peaks have all been wiped out. You all need to stay on your peaks and not go anywhere during this time."

Xie Buci immediately nodded in agreement and took the bundle full of storage bags that Wenren Ji had been holding.

"Master, rest assured, our Qingquan Peak has always been the most disciplined. This time, not only did everyone return alive, but we also brought you many fine things as a tribute."

Xie Buci opened his bundle and picked out the most valuable magical artifacts and demon cores from the spoils he had brought back from the battlefield, respectfully presenting them to Yan Chenyu.

Yan Chenyu looked at the high-level resources stained with blood, a hint of appreciation appearing in her eyes. She liked this kind of obedient disciple the most, who could count money without lifting a finger.