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

Su Qingying turned around, her usually aloof and cold gaze momentarily shifting away when it met Mo Chengyue's.

She took out a sword tassel woven with ice-blue silk thread from her storage bag and awkwardly tossed it into Mo Chengyue's arms.

"This sword tassel contains the sword intent of my full-force attack. Although your cultivation is not bad, you are too timid. Keep it for self-defense."

She deliberately looked away from a pillar next to her.

Mo Chengyue hurriedly caught the sword tassel that exuded a chilling sword aura, feeling as if he were holding a hot potato in his hand.

He was about to decline when he saw Su Qingying draw her Azure Spirit Sword.

"You are not allowed to throw it away carelessly, otherwise the sword formation of Biyun Peak will definitely not let you off the hook."

She left behind this threat, which was full of arrogance, and then flew away on her sword.

Only one guest remained in the main hall who wanted to leave, namely Lin Miaoyin, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

She slowly walked up to Mo Chengyue, her gorgeous dress trailing behind her on the polished floor with a soft rustling sound.

"You'd better keep your promise to me a secret. If even a whisper gets out, I'll risk my life to drag you down with me."

She lowered her voice and warned them in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Mo Chengyue nodded repeatedly, as obediently as a chick pecking at rice. All he wanted now was for these big troubles to disappear from his sight as soon as possible.

Seeing his timid and submissive demeanor, Lin Miaoyin lowered her guard somewhat, and her lips curled up slightly.

Holding her pipa, she bowed gracefully to Yan Chenyu, her posture flawless.

"There are many trivial matters at Purple Bamboo Peak, so I won't bother you any longer. If Peak Master Yan wishes to hear a piece of music, he can send someone to summon me at any time."

After she finished speaking, she gracefully departed on a pink cloud.

The once crowded atmosphere inside the hall instantly became empty after the three women left.

Mo Chengyue let out a long breath, feeling that it was even more mentally taxing than dealing with those fifty Core Formation stage cultivators in the ruins.

He was just about to find an excuse to sneak back to the second floor of the library for a nap when he felt a piercing gaze fall upon him.

Jin Qiaoqiao remained firmly standing half a step to his side, her eerie golden vertical pupils scrutinizing him with great interest.

This powerful demon in the Transformation stage wore a feather robe that shimmered with seven-colored light, and her tall and voluptuous figure exuded a mature charm.

Yan Chenyu sat up from the soft couch and scrutinized the uninvited guest, who carried a strong aura of the demon race, with a critical eye.

She didn't actually know the core identity of Jin Qiaoqiao, the demon princess. She could only judge from her vast and boundless cultivation that the other party was a transformed demon who had survived the tribulation of lightning.

"Since this fellow Daoist from the demon race does not intend to leave, then our Clear Spring Peak cannot neglect the proper hospitality."

Yan Chenyu rested her chin on her hand as she looked at Jin Qiaoqiao.

Jin Qiaoqiao slightly raised her chin; her inherent pride prevented her from easily bowing her head, even when facing a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"I suffered some hidden injuries in the ruins and need a quiet place with abundant spiritual energy to recuperate in seclusion."

Her cool voice carried a hint of authority characteristic of someone in a superior position.

Yan Chenyu chuckled lightly, seemingly already used to this kind of imperious temper.

"Our Qingquan Peak lacks nothing but vacant hilltops. You can stay as long as you want."

Yan Chenyu answered very casually.

She turned to look at Mo Chengyue, who was still pretending to be a quail, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Third brother, you're the one who brought this person here, so I'll leave the small matter of arranging accommodation to you."

Yan Chenyu directly passed this big trouble to her third apprentice.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chengyue almost knelt down on the spot. His hard-earned life of survival was about to be completely destroyed by this transformed demon.

"Master, please understand. My cave dwelling is old, dilapidated, damp, and drafty. How can I allow this esteemed senior to suffer there?"

He tried to salvage the last bit of hope with a mournful face.

Qin Wanzhuang also spoke up in agreement, which was unprecedented for her.

"Master, the demon race needs to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and the moon for cultivation. Third Junior Brother's place is never exposed to sunlight, so it is indeed not suitable for this senior to recuperate."

Qin Wanzhuang's palms, which were gripping the sword hilt, were slightly sweaty.

She absolutely could not allow a transformed demon to stay by Mo Chengyue's side every day; that would be worse for her than killing her.

Yan Chenyu, however, was not buying it at all. She picked a bright red spiritual fruit from the fruit plate and played with it in her hand.

"Who said she should live in that dilapidated cave? The bamboo forest behind the mountain is quite large. Let her build her own new one next to it."

Yan Chenyu gave an irrefutable reason.

Xie Buci stood to the side, waving his folding fan, a smile on his face that suggested he was enjoying the spectacle.

"Master's idea is excellent. That bamboo forest is serene and elegant, which is just right for the otherworldly temperament of this senior demon."

He didn't forget to flatter her at the right time.

Wenren Ji squatted in the corner of the pillar, gnawing on half a roasted animal leg with his mouth full of oil, completely unconcerned about these jealous disputes.

Mo Chengyue knew that once his Buddhist-like master made a decision, no one could change it, so he could only lower his head in despair and accept reality.

Jin Qiaoqiao seemed quite satisfied with this arrangement, as she needed to observe this human boy who had cultivated the ancient method of the Golden Core up close anyway.

"Thank you for leading the way, Fellow Daoist Mo. I don't have high requirements for my accommodation; I just need a quiet place where I won't be disturbed."

She strode out of the hall first, her long legs carrying her.

Mo Chengyue followed behind with heavy steps, his back view as tragic as if he were heading to the execution ground.

Watching the two figures leave one after the other, Qin Wanzhuang stomped her foot angrily and turned to walk towards her sword pavilion.

Xie Buci closed his folding fan and tapped his palm, finding the farce in the room far more interesting than the life-or-death struggle outside.

"Master, do you think Third Brother's romantic luck is a blessing or a curse? I have a feeling that he is not far from dying young."

He walked to the soft couch and poured Yan Chenyu a cup of hot tea.

Yan Chenyu took the teacup, took a sip, and comfortably squinted her eyes.

"Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. This kid is incredibly tough. A few little foxes can't even eat this turtle that has become a spirit."

She gave a very fair assessment.

The scene shifts to the purple bamboo forest behind Qingquan Peak, which is shrouded in mist all year round.

Mo Chengyue pointed to a relatively flat mountain wall, his tone full of perfunctory attitude.

"Senior, this place is blessed with abundant sunshine and spiritual energy. Why don't you carve out a cave here and settle down?"

He didn't even want to look at Jin Qiaoqiao.

Jin Qiaoqiao surveyed the surrounding landscape, her eerie pupils reflecting the simple wooden hut a hundred feet away.

The wooden house was surrounded by various defensive formations and early warning barriers, clearly the stronghold where Mo Chengyue had been clinging to life for the past few years.

"That mountain wall is too hard. I am currently injured and do not have the strength to break the rocks."

She casually pointed to a vacant lot overgrown with weeds next to the wooden house.

"I think that location is quite good. It's close to your formation's central point, and if enemies attack, I can be protected in time."