A wasted cultivation cultivator, whose senior sister comes to his door asking for pills at the start

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I slept very well."

Ye Yun grinned and walked over to ask.

"By the way, Your Highness, are you so busy so early in the morning?"

"There's no way around it. Ever since my master decided to pass the leadership to me, the burden on my shoulders has become even heavier."

Hong Xian'er is now personally proving the saying that with great power comes great responsibility.

Before this, Ye Yun thought that as a Holy Maiden, she was just a mascot of the Holy Land, and only needed to enjoy the resources of the Holy Land to cultivate.

It now seems that managing the holy site is indeed a complicated task.

Thinking of the report he had just received, Ye Yun couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I heard earlier that the Nine Netherworld Holy Land is harassing us quite severely?"

It would have been better if they hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as it was brought up, Hong Xian'er's face immediately darkened.

"Yeah, those bastards, I don't know what they're thinking, attacking our Ancient Holy Land's base time and time again."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun couldn't help but think of Xue Lan and her cousin. Could it be that they were also injured because of this?

"I've heard that a sorceress has also been sighted?"

In response to Ye Yun's question, Hong Xian'er nodded.

"Indeed, there are quite a few enchantresses who use their beauty to lure the disciples out of the camp and then drain them dry."

"Oh, there really is..."

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, becoming increasingly interested in this.

He then pondered for a moment and asked.

"By the way, since we want to know the purpose, why not arrest some people and interrogate them?"

"Easier said than done. Those evil cultivators who came to attack committed suicide as soon as they realized they couldn't escape, giving us no chance to capture them alive."

"Wow, that's ruthless?"

"Yes, those who made the move were real desperados."

"..."

These words made Ye Yun wary.

It seems I'll have to be careful if I participate in any external affairs activities at the Holy Land in a few days.

At this moment, Hong Xian'er looked at him and said calmly.

"Alright, you can continue your cultivation now. I still have some documents to review."

"No problem, then you can continue with your work."

Ye Yun nodded and didn't bother her any further.

He found a place nearby and continued to cultivate the still unstable Myriad Spirits Sword Technique.

Since the Myriad Spirits Sword Technique focuses on simultaneously manipulating multiple flying swords, it severely tests the user's ability to concentrate, making it extremely difficult to cultivate.

After a day or two of training, he can now stably control up to seven or eight flying swords.

However, to form the Myriad Spirits Sword Formation, one would need to control at least thirty-three flying swords simultaneously, so there is still a significant gap to be bridged.

"Dividing with the heart, wielding swords like rain..."

Ye Yun was studying the Myriad Spirits Sword Technique, hovering his flying swords around him and constantly posing them in various ways.

Not long after, Yu Hongling also came out of the room, and blushed a little when she saw Ye Yun.

Because of what happened last night, whenever she saw Ye Yun, she couldn't help but think of his... well, brother.

She glanced at Ye Yun, then immediately looked at Hong Xian'er and called out.

"Master... um, I'll go cultivate now!"

After saying that, Yu Hongling turned and ran away, leaving her master stunned.

Hong Xian'er had a strange expression and glanced at Ye Yun before asking a question.

"Did something happen between you two?"

"Uh, no."

Ye Yun shook his head repeatedly. How could he dare to say that he had taken Yu Hongling to go birdwatching under the moon last night?

"Really? Or am I just imagining things?"

Hong Xian'er was still a little puzzled, feeling that her disciple was acting somewhat strangely today.

However, this doubt was overshadowed by the elders who came one after another to report the news.

Ye Yun breathed a sigh of relief, wondering how long these things could be kept secret.

"I hope that when I find out, they won't slap me to death..."

Ye Yun prayed silently in his heart. After that, he couldn't help but marvel at the Holy Maiden's ability to handle various matters.

For example, someone might report that a certain outpost has been severely damaged, or that an elder in the Holy Land intends to impeach her, or that someone might have murderous intent towards her.

No matter what troubles the elders brought, Hong Xian'er could always provide solutions with ease.

And so, the two of them went about their own business, and another day passed.

As night fell, Yu Hongling seemed to still be cultivating outside and had not yet returned to the Holy Maiden Palace.

Meanwhile, Hong Xian'er had already returned to her room and routinely gave Ye Yun some instructions.

"Don't bother me unless it's something extremely important."

After she went inside and closed the door, leaving Ye Yun alone, he looked at the empty and quiet Saintess Palace and sighed.

Because Hong Xian'er dislikes being served, there isn't even a resident maid in this palace.

"Honestly, I'm starting to feel like an empty-nest elderly person..."

Ye Yun shook his head and returned to his room, glancing at the night view outside the window.

The dark leaves rustled in the autumn wind, accompanied by a light drizzle.

I thought this visit to the Basilica of Saintess would be a wonderful experience in a vibrant pink hue.

As he got to know more about them, he felt a sense of impending doom.

"The Three Saints Trials ended prematurely, the Holy Maiden's recruitment, the unusual movements in the Nine Nether Holy Land—quite a few things have happened recently."

As Ye Yun recalled everything that had happened, a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

His desire for strength intensified as a result.

Only by becoming stronger can one protect oneself amidst the tides of the times and avoid becoming cannon fodder!

In fact, his life goal was very simple: to live forever, to have no worries about food and drink, to be able to dig holes in his spare time, and to be free from any trouble.

Thinking of this, he, who was originally going to take a rest, immediately became energetic again and began to cultivate the Myriad Spirits Sword Technique!

"I can already control ten flying swords. What if I could control more?"

With the idea of ​​going even further, Ye Yun took out twenty flying swords this time, wanting to see what his limits were!

"Get up!"

Ye Yun pointed with his finger, and all the flying swords around him trembled and flew up, struggling to circle around him.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yun's eyes lit up.

"There's hope!"

Logically speaking, once it can move, the rest should be easy.

Then, unsurprisingly, a small accident occurred.

Ye Yun was already barely able to control himself, and this sudden excitement caused him to be momentarily distracted.

As a result, the control of the flying swords under its profound energy became disordered, and all twenty flying swords shot out in one direction at once.

"not good!"

Ye Yun's expression changed slightly, and he immediately withdrew his Xuan Qi, but it was too late; the out-of-control flying sword had already flown out.

And the direction from which these flying swords were fired was also deadly—it was actually Hong Xian'er's bedroom next door.

Twenty flying swords shot out haphazardly, easily piercing through the wall and creating a large hole in it.

"Damn it, we're doomed!"

Ye Yun swallowed hard. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was practicing flying swordsmanship.

Looking at the large hole in the wall, Ye Yun felt a chill in his heart. He quickly stepped forward and peered through the hole, explaining awkwardly.

"Your Highness, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was stunned by what he saw in the palace and froze.

My heart, which was already half-cooled, has now completely turned cold.