Cultivating by picking up attributes, I accumulate my strength!

Chapter 78: Chapter 68: Cultivating Swordsmanship, Elder

Yu’s Enthusiasm, and the Bad News about Senior Sister

Translator: 549690339

The Sect’s big competition came to an end.

Han Ye lived up to expectations, not losing face as the chief disciple, successfully placing Pure Yang Peak in the first place. Not only did he have the chance to select a high-grade magical equipment, but he also gained the qualification to advance to the inner sect next year, as well as a spot to enter the secret realm. This no doubt was a joyous event.

He wanted to share this joy with his senior sister and his master.

But now, both of them were not in the sect, and even his senior brother Pei left at an unknown time after seeing him compete.

It seemed like he had only done something trivial.

Han Ye looked at the ‘Descendant of the Sword Immortal’ lying in the interface, deep in thought.

Although he won the title of first place in the outer sect, the process was very strange, and he felt that someone was watching every move of their big competition.

Could it be as his senior brother Pei said that everything was arranged by the elders?

But why would the elders arrange these things?

At this moment, he still couldn’t understand.

“Da Niu, Brother Lin, you guys go back to Pure Yang Peak first, I have something else to do.”

“Alright.”

Han Ye bid farewell to them. He soon caught up with the just-departed Chu Xianyu, looking at her white dress figure with an unprecedented sincere expression.

“Miss Chu, Miss Chu, can I practice sword with you?”

Chu Xianyu was about to return to Ziwei Peak from the crowded place, but she heard Han Ye stopping her, and asked in confusion:

“Why?”

“I want to learn swordsmanship.”

Chu Xianyu still couldn’t understand: “Aren’t you a body cultivator? Why do you want to learn swordsmanship? Can you learn it?”

Those two are completely different paths. Body cultivators rely on their physical bodies, while sword cultivators are clever, completely opposite. She did not think Han Ye would be able to learn it.

“Miss Chu, just teach me, and I will just learn. We’ll see in a few months whether 1 can learn it or not.”

Han Ye said seriously.

Unable to resist his stubborn attitude, Chu Xianyu had no choice but to agree reluctantly: “Okay…”

“Can I go to Ziwei Peak to practice swords?”

Han Ye took a mile after being given an inch, making another request.

“Why?”

“In this way, I can feel the ambiance and make more progress.

Chu Xianyu shook her head: “I don’t think it’s possible. The master won’t agree because she dislikes disciples from Pure Yang Peak the most, and she wouldn’t let you cultivate at Ziwei Peak.”

“What’s your master’s name?”

“Yu Linglong.”

“Does she have a partner in the Dao?”

“Yes, she does. Why?”

Han Ye stroked his chin, pondering for a moment, then made a decision:

“Maybe we can give it a try.”

“Huh?”

Chu Xianyu still hadn’t caught her bearings and didn’t know what Han Ye meant by his words.

Ziwei Peak.

A few mountain ranges stood like swords, erect and towering. Disciples could be seen practicing swordsmanship on a clearing.

“Disciples from Pure Yang Peak are prohibited from entering.”

A disciple from the inner sect in a blue robe blocked the entrance to the main peak’s formation, coldly staring at Han Ye.

Sensing his gaze, Chu Xianyu, standing beside him, looked at Han Ye, her eyes seemingly saying:

You see, that’s how it is.

Han Ye didn’t expect that the rules of Ziwei Peak would be so strict that he couldn’t even get to see the elder.

It seemed that getting attributes from Chu Xianyu wouldn’t be easy. Perhaps he needed to find another quiet place to do it.

Just as Han Ye was about to turn around and leave, the expression of the inner sect senior brother in front of his eyes suddenly shifted, his gaze changing from surprise to confusion, then to helplessness.

He grudgingly said to Han Ye, “You’re lucky. You may enter.”

Chu Xianyu was dumbfounded, not knowing why the disciple guarding the main entrance had changed his mind.

Han Ye looked towards somewhere beyond the peaks and revealed a trace of a smile.

He successfully entered Ziwei Peak and watched the disciples practicing their fierce swordsmanship and footwork.

While cultivation on Pure Yang Peak was harsh, it was rather casual.

But Ziwei Peak appeared different, it was highly structured, even the spots for practicing sword play were fixed, everything was in good order.

“When did the disciples of Pure Yang Peak start entering my Ziwei Peak?”

Suddenly, a slightly hostile voice echoed through the sky.

Han Ye looked up, a young man in a green robe approaching with his sword, it was Liu Chengfeng, the eldest disciple of the inner sect of Ziwei Peak.

Liu Chengfeng did not look at Han Ye, but stared at Chu Xianyu. Even in such a situation, he still spoke softly, maintaining his warm, jade-like demeanor, “Junior sister, this is the decree of our master, how could you do this?”

He thought Chu Xianyu had secretly brought Han Ye into the peak, circumventing the guards at the peak’s outskirts.

Seeing his gaze, Chu Xianyu’s voice turned cold, “Although I often miss out on the cultivation in the peak, I have never broken the sect rules.”

Liu Chengfeng frowned, finally looking at Han Ye, asked: “Then how did you get in?”

“I invited him.”

A stern and commanding voice sounded from the void.

A beautiful lady standing not far away, holding a scepter and wearing a blue palace dress, her feet stepping on a scroll of clouds.

“Master.”

Chu Xianyu and Liu Chengfeng bowed respectfully upon seeing the beautiful woman, including the disciples around who all bent their sword points downwards, greeted in unison:

“Master!”

Seeing them all doing so, Han Ye naturally followed suit, respectfully saying, “Elder.”

Every Elder’s cultivation is above Deity Transformation, it’s no exaggeration to refer to them as great figures, worthy of such a salute.

Yu Linglong looked at the many disciples bowing in front of her, her cherry red lips uttered a cold voice:

“Han Ye is the best one among the outer disciples of the Dragon Sparrow Sect this year, but why isn’t the best disciple from my Ziwei Peak, but from Pure Yang Peak? Today I will let you all know this shame, it’s good that Han Ye is here, you will get a taste of the bitterness of defeat.”

The words were quite effective, many Ziwei Peak disciples felt ashamed, silently cursing themselves for not being diligent enough to bring the top spot of the year to Ziwei Peak.

Han Ye, on the other hand, felt something wasn’t right.

He felt like he was being used.

While bowing, Liu Chengfeng couldn’t help but admire his master’s brilliant

move.

What a clever move!

It not only inspires the disciples in the peak to cultivate but also increases their hatred towards Pure Yang Peak. Letting Han Ye into Ziwei Peak was indeed a wise choice.

Master is truly a master, her means are exquisite.

After scolding the disciples below, Yu Linglong turned to Han Ye, her attitude quickly made a complete 180-degree turn, and with a faint smile, she said: “Han Ye, if the disciples of my peak want to challenge you, you shouldn’t refuse, right?”

“I will not refuse.”

Han Ye quickly nodded, he seemed to think of something, and added: “However, I would like to stay in Ziwei Peak for a period of time to cultivate. I find that the cultivation atmosphere at Ziwei Peak is very intense, which helps to improve concentration.”

Yu Linglong happily agreed, nodding lightly: “Of course, certainly.” Han Ye was surprised, he didn’t expect things to go so smoothly.

It was simpler than he imagined. Although he was being used by Elder Yu as a tool, but it didn’t matter.

He was here to pick attributes, if he was treated as a tool then so be it.

“Master, urgent news from the Sect!”

Suddenly, a disciple in green robes flew through the void on a sword, presenting a jade command.

Yu Linglong’s eyebrows furrowed, reaching out and grasping the jade command. After checking it, her brows furrowed deeper.

Seeing her expression, Han Ye was very curious and asked, “Elder… what happened.”

Yu Linglong gave Han Ye a somewhat pitiful look, sighing,

“Several of our Sect’s elders have disappeared in Huangquan Valley and Ghost Ridge, including your master, Gai Mitian, and a group of direct disciples under him. They have gone out of contact.”

The news was like a bolt from the blue.

Han Ye was dumbfounded upon hearing this awful news.

“What! Sister she…”