Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"My lord, you've already lowered yourself like this, and he still dares to refuse!"

As Greenie watched Xia Jin and Mu Ping'er disappear, she felt indignant for Xing Ruoliu.

She stomped her foot and said angrily, "That Xia... Master is far too ungrateful! Even if my master is not the best, he is still ranked fifth among the top disciples. Moreover, in terms of appearance, in the entire Second Heaven, or rather, in the entire Divine Palace, which woman can compare to him?!"

"My lord, your initiative to propose becoming Daoist partners is a blessing he has accumulated over many lifetimes! Please don't be sad; his refusal is simply because he is not fortunate enough to receive it!!"

Upon hearing this, Xing Ruoliu was not angry at Xia Jin's rejection. Instead, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and a playful glint flashed in her eyes.

"Greenie, do you know?" She reached out and stroked the white fox in her arms, a smile on her face, "Have you ever seen a man who could refuse such an advance from someone as beautiful as me?"

Greenie was taken aback, thought about it carefully, and shook her head: "This... I've never seen it before."

In this second realm, which man wouldn't want to get to know his master? Xia Jin's decisive refusal is truly unprecedented.

"The more he is like this, the more I like him." Xing Ruoliu chuckled and sat back down on the soft couch. "Men like him are rare these days."

Greenie opened her mouth, as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back. She found herself increasingly unable to understand her master.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Xia Jin took Mu Ping'er back to her palace.

As soon as he sat down, Mu Ping'er stood beside him, smiling at him with a hint of jealousy in her voice: "My lord, won't you regret rejecting Xing Ruoliu like this?"

Xia Jin picked up her teacup, her hand hovering in mid-air. She glanced at her and asked, "What are you regretting?"

"Of course I regret missing out on such a beauty!" Mu Ping'er leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, Xing Ruoliu is not only incredibly powerful, but her beauty is also unmatched by most. To have such a stunning beauty throw herself into your arms is something countless people would envy."

Xia Jin looked at the incessantly chattering woman in front of her speechlessly, and suddenly wondered if it was a mistake to take her in as a follower.

Suddenly, a wicked smile flashed across his face, and he reached out and pulled Mu Ping'er into his arms.

Before Mu Ping'er could react, she found Xia Jin's face was already close to hers, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

The scent of fresh grass on her face made her feel weak for a moment.

"My lord, what... what are you doing?" Mu Ping'er's voice suddenly became stuttering, and two red clouds instantly appeared on her face.

Her heart suddenly raced, as if a fawn was pounding wildly in her chest.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her lip, and inexplicably closed her eyes.

However, Xia Jin's voice, tinged with laughter, rang in his ears: "With you here, what use do I have for Xing Ruoliu? Do you perhaps think you are inferior to her?"

Mu Ping'er's heart pounded wildly again, almost as if it would jump out of her throat.

She could feel Xia Jin's presence getting closer and closer, so close that her whole body began to tremble slightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Huh? Why is it so quiet?

Mu Ping'er cautiously opened one eye, only to find that there was nothing in front of her.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore!"

Xia Jin's voice came from the entrance of the main hall, with a hint of teasing laughter.

Mu Ping'er suddenly opened her eyes and found that Xia Jin had left the side hall at some point, leaving her standing there dumbfounded, still in the position where she had been hugged.

"Sir! You are absolutely despicable!!"

Mu Ping'er stomped her feet in anger, her face turning bright red.

She grabbed the teacup Xia Jin had just drunk from, intending to smash it, but ultimately couldn't bear to, and carefully put it back.

"You bastard! All you do is bully people!"

She bit her lip, but a smile couldn't help but appear on her face.

Does this action by the adult indicate that he has a chance?

……

Noon on the second day.

Mu Ping'er then heard footsteps outside the hall. She looked up and saw Fan Wujiu striding in.

"Is Brother Xia here?" Fan Wujiu was wearing a blue robe today, and he looked much more energetic.

"Huh!? Fan Wujiu, who was ranked third, or should be ranked fourth now? Why is he here!?" Mu Ping'er's eyes suddenly changed.

"The Lord is in the inner hall." Mu Ping'er hurriedly went to greet him, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. "Lord Fan, please wait a moment, I will go and inform him right away."

Soon, Xia Jin emerged from the inner palace. Upon seeing Fan Wujiu, she raised an eyebrow slightly: "I thought you were just joking yesterday, but I didn't expect you to actually come!"

Fan Wujiu smiled and, without any ceremony, sat down in the guest seat: "Don't worry, I've never broken my word."

Mu Ping'er poured two cups of hot tea for the two of them and placed them respectfully in front of them. Then she stood properly behind Xia Jin.

However, her gaze kept drifting towards Xia Jin, her eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

Xia Jin noticed her gaze, but simply smiled and ignored it. Instead, she turned to Fan Wujiu opposite her, her eyes narrowing slightly: "What exactly is that secret you mentioned yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Ping'er's slight resentment vanished instantly, and she instead pricked up her ears, intending to listen carefully to the secret Xia Jin was about to reveal.

Fan Wujiu did not rush to answer, but instead glanced at Mu Ping'er standing beside him.

Xia Jin understood immediately and turned her head slightly to look at Mu Ping'er: "Ping'er, you go out first."

Mu Ping'er was taken aback. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn't dare to be presumptuous. She nodded obediently, "Yes, sir."

Before turning to leave, she couldn't help but look back one last time, her eyes full of curiosity.

After the palace gates were closed.

Xia Jin picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and looked directly at Fan Wujiu: "Now you can tell me, right?"

Fan Wujiu remained silent for a moment, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "Brother Xia, do you know that now that you have defeated me, you have entered the top three of the Heavenly Disciples, and you no longer need to challenge Zhan Wuji and Jian Wuxin ahead of you."

Xia Jin's hand paused slightly. He raised his head and stared intently at Fan Wujiu.

"What do you mean by that?"

Fan Wujiu sighed and continued, "Actually, you may not know that as long as you rank among the top three of the Heavenly Disciples and pass the Demon Cave's test, you can directly advance to the Third Heaven and become a Hun Disciple."

Xia Jin frowned involuntarily: "Hmm!? What? I heard before that you have to be number one?"

"That's just hearsay from others," Fan Wujiu shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Only our top three disciples are qualified to know this secret."