Yun Yi sighed softly, a trace of regret showing between his brows. "With your talent and comprehension, you ought to be promoted to a Core Disciple immediately. But our sect's ancestral rules state that no one below the Spirit Condensation Realm Seventh Layer may join their ranks."
He tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his tone solemn. "Even as Sect Master, I cannot lightly violate a rule passed down for a thousand years."
Then his tone shifted, and a sharp gleam flashed in Yun Yi's eyes. "However—"
"Though I cannot grant you the title, you will receive every privilege a Core Disciple should have."
He swept his sleeve, sending a Gilded Token flying toward Su Yu. "With this token, you may freely enter any floor below the third floor of the Scripture Repository. If any cultivation methods or martial skills suit you, take your pick."
The token felt warm and smooth in his hands. Two characters on its front were written in strokes that swept like dragons and serpents, while small-seal script was engraved on the back.
Su Yu accepted the token with both hands, a flicker of delight passing through his eyes.
With this token, I can exchange for a Yellow-tier Movement Martial Skill at the Scripture Repository!
"Thank you for your generous gift, Sect Master." He gave a deep, solemn bow, his voice ringing with conviction. "I will cultivate tirelessly and live up to your guidance."
Yun Yi took an azure longsword from his storage ring. Its blade was clear as autumn waters, with faint dragon patterns shimmering along it.
He gently stroked its edge, a trace of reminiscence flashing through his eyes. "This sword is called... Though it is only low-grade Yellow-tier, it accompanied me through years of battle. Its sharpness is unmatched."
Su Yu accepted it