No Need for Three Hundred; Thirty Years Older and She'll Give You Immortal Pills

As the saying went: across the world, so many childhood sweethearts ended up with defeated dogs; they had suffered under Heavenly Descent Systems for far too long.

As the Junior Disciple Brother, Mo Buxiu had been blessed with an aura and stacked with BUFFs, yet he had failed to happily receive his Senior Sister. What a complete failure.

Negative example of a Heavenly Descent System +1.

Lu Bei silently grumbled that his Cheap Master had been incompetent. If he had been more capable back then, defeated his Senior Disciple Brother, and seized both the sect leader's position and his Senior Sister, then what Lu Bei had inherited now would not have been the "Ethereal Haven" Feather Transformation Sect, but the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Lu Bei knew nothing whatsoever about the Lingxiao Sword Sect—how many people it had, how much land it owned, how many Senior Sisters remained unmarried, how many Senior Disciple Brothers stayed out all night. But he had great confidence in the Feather Transformation Sect: even looking across the entire world, it had to rank among the worst.

Guarding this mountain gate was far inferior to leeching experience at the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Granted, he could cling to Bai Jin's thigh and get through the novice phase now, but what about later? He could not possibly let Bai Jin support him for the rest of his life!

Thinking of this, Lu Bei racked his brains but could not ride his Senior Sister. From what Bai Jin had said, Mo Buxiu truly had accomplished the feat of severely injuring his own Sect Leader Senior Brother. Never mind whether it had been by accident or because he had gone all out—at the very least, the Junior Disciple Brother had been stronger than the Eldest Senior Brother.

That raised a question. With such overwhelming superiority in every respect, why had Mo Buxiu lost to his Senior Sister?

"Something was wrong. It seemed he hadn't lost either."

Lu Bei's eyes slightly squinted as he noticed something was wrong. Mo Buxiu had not returned to the Lingxiao Sword Sect for years, yet a single message from him had summoned Bai Jin. Bai Jin had also held immense expectations for Mo Buxiu's final words, as if some Sect Leader's Wife, who preferred to remain unnamed, had instructed her about something.

Sure enough, the relationship was not complicated at all.

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu, what did you say about losing?" Seeing Lu Bei deep in thought, Bai Jin asked.

"Nothing. I was just talking nonsense. When people get lonely, they often become like this. Please forgive me, Senior Sister Bai." Lu Bei brushed it aside, then turned to ask, "Where is the Lingxiao Sword Sect? Senior Sister Bai, you must have had a hard journey coming from so far away."

"The Lingxiao Sword Sect is located in Yue Province, east of Ning Province, spanning the lands of Seven Commanderies..."

Seeing that Lu Bei did not press for gossip about the three elders, Bai Jin was somewhat disappointed. She briefly gave him some popular science about Mo Buxiu's old home, the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

"So it was Yue Province."

Lu Bei nodded repeatedly as he listened. He knew nothing about the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he had heard of Yue Province.

Yue Province lay at the easternmost edge of Wu Zhou, bordering a neighboring nation. When the National War broke out in Version 2.0, Yue Province bore the brunt of it and became one of the main battlefields. Of the local immortal cultivation sects, not one in ten survived. Cultivators either died or fled.

By Version 3.0, the Immortal Mountain Spirit Veins within Yue Province had been seized by the major guilds. After a wave of ruthless internal competition, the Sole survivor NPC cultivators packed up their bedding and got the hell out.

From then on, whether Yue Province was peaceful or chaotic, the players had the final say.

The point when Lu Bei began doing quests on behalf of his employer was precisely the start of Version 3.0. He had long heard Yue Province's great name, but its wolfish, tigerish internal competition had intimidated him, so he had only watched from afar and never played there up close.

By now, Lu Bei could roughly guess the fate of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. It had either perished in the National War or been squeezed out by the players. Since he had gone live only from Version 3.0 onward, it was not surprising that he had never heard of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

After they finished discussing the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Bai Jin introduced Yue Province as well. Seeing Lu Bei's lack of interest, she might as well say no more.

Lu Bei did not mention going to the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and Bai Jin did not mention taking Mo Buxiu's urn of ashes back. Neither of them had the final say in this matter; it depended on the Sect Leader's wishes.

Considering that Mo Buxiu had once severely injured him, and considering the lingering attachment between his wife and Mo Buxiu over all these years, the Sect Leader would probably smile slightly and say that he bore no grudges over the past—then secretly send someone to scatter Mo Buxiu's ashes.

There was a very real possibility that person would be Lu Bei himself.

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu, did Uncle-Master Mo leave behind any belongings?"

"There is a Qiankun Bag. The Feather Transformation Sect's Sect Master's Seal is inside, but I can't open it." Lu Bei took out the Qiankun Bag and told her everything without concealment.

Given the current situation, Bai Jin and the Sect Leader's Wife stood on his side. They were his own people and could be trusted.

Bai Jin nodded. After taking the Qiankun Bag, she removed the Sect Master's Seal, the land deed, and the Approval Document. The Sect Master's Seal was a simple, ancient token the size of a palm. The Monster Language characters for "Feather Transformation" were engraved on its front, while a flying bird was carved on the back. It looked utterly ordinary, with no notable features to speak of.

Bai Jin put away the sect leader's token, then took a bag of Steamed Buns and cooked food wrapped in lotus leaves from the Qiankun Bag, handing them to Lu Bei together. "Uncle-Master Mo passed the position to you in far too much haste. He definitely did not register it with the Huangji Sect. Leave this matter to me. Matters like this should be handled sooner rather than later. The sky is still early; if I leave now, I can return by evening."

Lu Bei suddenly understood. No wonder his wealth and faction were both blank—it turned out the officials had not stamped their seal.

The Huangji Sect was Wu Zhou's largest immortal cultivation sect. It had been founded even before Wu Zhou was established. It could be said that Wu Zhou had been able to conquer its vast territory and endure for eight hundred years without falling largely thanks to the Huangji Sect.

There was a saying among the people: if Huangji stands, Wu Zhou shall not fall!

Lu Bei did not think much of those words. He even found them somewhat laughable. Having experienced Version 3.0, he was very clear about the danger the Huangji Sect posed to Wu Zhou.

If Huangji stood, Wu Zhou would surely perish. At best, they would perish together.

In the early days of the nation, the Huangji Sect was not yet called the Huangji Sect. It had been a proper immortal cultivation sect, until it helped the Zhu Clan of Wu Zhou seize the realm. Great numbers of Zhu Clan descendants entered the Huangji Sect, became the master instead of the guest, and turned it into the Zhu Family's one-man hall. From then on, this Immortal Gate became thoroughly official.

Wu Zhou had relied on Immortal Gates to gain the realm, so it was extremely wary of the immortal cultivation sects within its borders. As the official representative, the Huangji Sect held nominal authority over them. All disciples of Immortal Gates within the realm had to register, and any change of sect leader required an Approval Document. Otherwise, the succession would lack proper standing and be deemed invalid without exception.

It sounded unbelievable. Immortal cultivators were used to freedom and idleness, and none of them looked like the type willing to accept restraints. Yet that was simply how things were. Not only in Wu Zhou—every nation, large or small, was the same.

The first step of immortal cultivation: get certified.

Back to the point, at that time, the Huangji Sect helping the Zhu Clan stabilize Wu Zhou's rule had been beneficial to both the nation and its people.

But as time passed, problems arose. There were simply too many people surnamed Zhu, and they all cultivated immortality. There were tens of thousands of imperial princes and royal sons, and the Huangji Sect's rear end inevitably shifted as it began interfering in Wu Zhou's internal affairs.

Interestingly, of Wu Zhou's Twelve Prefectures and Eighty-four Commanderies, more than half the provincial governors and commandery governors were Zhu Clan descendants or Imperial Relatives. The appointment and dismissal of local officials were handled by the central government, so the Huangji Sect's interference in internal affairs directly touched their interests.

The Huangji Sect, which assisted Wu Zhou's central imperial authority, openly and secretly fought against that very central imperial authority. This scene was probably something no one had anticipated in the early days of the nation.

But looking on the bright side, no matter who won or lost, the realm would still remain clenched in Old Zhu Family's hand.

Laugh!

"Heh heh heh..."

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu, what are you laughing about?"

"Nothing. I was talking nonsense again. I'm often like this, so please do not take offense, Senior Sister Bai."

Lu Bei waved a hand, picked up a Steamed Bun, and ate as he spoke. "For the Approval Document regarding the Feather Transformation Sect's succession of sect leader, do I not need to accompany you?"

"No. I'll be faster alone."

Bai Jin explained that the Feather Transformation Sect was an insignificant little sect within Wu Zhou. For ease of administration, it had been assigned to the Nine Bamboo Mountain branch, and by precedent, it had to register with Ningzhou Prefecture. She had an acquaintance at Dasheng Pass, the Huangji Sect's station in Ningzhou Prefecture. Going through the procedures would be quick and convenient, and it did not matter much whether Lu Bei himself was present.

Out of trust in his Senior Sister—and more importantly, trust in the ambiguous relationship between his Cheap Master and the Sect Leader's Wife—Lu Bei nodded and said no more, stuffing another Steamed Bun into his mouth.

Compared to cultivating immortality, eating was more important.

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu, Uncle-Master Mo entrusted you to me. From now on, all matters concerning your cultivation will be arranged by me."

"As it should be. I'll have to trouble you, Senior Sister Bai."

"Good."

Bai Jin nodded and had Lu Bei sit cross-legged on the ground. With a flip of her hand, she produced a porcelain-white vial. "The spiritual energy on this peak is far too thin. There are some Qi Ling Pills here. Take two every two hours until I return. During my trip to and from Dasheng Pass, I will leave behind an array diagram to protect you. I hope you will properly temper your foundation and not slack off."

Impressive. So there was no need for three hundred—if a woman was thirty years older, she would give you immortal pills.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Lu Bei quickly swallowed the last mouthful of Steamed Bun, then took two Qi Ling Pills and waited for their medicinal power to dissolve, their spiritual energy naturally spreading through his five viscera and six bowels.

Seeing this, Bai Jin said no more. She tossed out an array diagram, covering a two-meter radius around Lu Bei. After leaving behind a bundle, she turned and hurried toward Dasheng Pass.