System crash? I prove it with my control panel!

Seeing Chen Wen's dazed look, Qin Shuiru had an urge to pinch his still slightly chubby cheeks.

However, this action was inconsistent with her fairy status, so she had no choice but to suppress her restless fingers.

A playful smile curved her lips. She extended her slender finger and pointed at Chen Wen from a distance, saying calmly:

"The certificate you mentioned is merely a low-grade entry token issued by the sect to some aristocratic families. It only proves that you are qualified to enter the sect and participate in the evaluation!"

"A mid-grade spiritual root? Ha, it might be a treasure in your so-called Chen family."

"Open your eyes and take a good look at the world of cultivation!"

"Talented people are as numerous as carp crossing a river. A mid-grade spiritual root is barely enough to meet the threshold. One more or one less makes no difference."

"Unless one is of medium to high rank, or has a special physique or background, nine times out of ten, they can only become a menial disciple."

The color drained from Chen Wen's face instantly.

I once thought that since I was a time traveler with a control panel, I should be like that arrogant protagonist, attracting everyone's attention wherever I went, with people begging me to join their ranks.

He had a sense of superiority, as if he were the only one who was sober while everyone else was drunk.

However, Qin Shuiru's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her.

His lips moved as if he wanted to refute, but he found himself speechless.

The sense of superiority I felt, that I was the only one sober while everyone else was drunk, vanished instantly!

Seeing his distraught state, Qin Shuiru seemed amused, a flirtatious glint in her eyes as she teased him:

"What, you're already discouraged? The path of cultivation is fraught with thorns; recognizing your own limitations is the first step."

She lazily shifted to a more comfortable position, revealing a section of her fair calf beneath her tattered purple robe, which made Chen Wen quickly lower his head.

She chuckled and continued, "Heh, kid, you've grown up. You even know the difference between men and women now. Not bad, not bad. You know better manners than those stinky men in the sect."

"A sect? Fairy Qin, you're from the Azure Nether Sect?!"

Chen Wen keenly perceived the key information in Qin Shuiru's words.

"Yeah, they want to curry favor with someone powerful!"

Qin Shuiru winked mischievously.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen immediately rushed over and grabbed Qin Shuiru's leg tightly. "Fairy Qin, I'll hug you. Now can you help me enter the sect?"

"You...you little brat, let go! Did I mean to hug you like this?!"

Qin Shuiru was startled by Chen Wen's sudden action and subconsciously wanted to release her magical artifact.

On second thought, he was still just a child, an age where he didn't understand anything, so he gave up.

She rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Let go first!"

"I won't part with it. A word from the Immortal Master is as good as gold!"

Chen Wen shook his head repeatedly; he figured it wouldn't be a waste to cling to someone's coattails...

He clearly felt the sensation under his cheek stiffen at first, and then relax.

This shows that Qin Shuiru did not reject this kind of contact; on the contrary, she even enjoyed it.

Chen Wen is only eight years old now. Since he knows she doesn't mind, and her thighs are so thick, he should take the opportunity to touch her more... to settle the matter of joining the sect.

Qin Shuiru raised her hand and flicked Chen Wen's head, scolding him angrily:

"You brat, you're a true scion of a wealthy family, shameless, heartless, and ungrateful!"

"Say whatever you want, fairy, I'm clinging to your coattails now~"

Chen Wen chuckled and continued to hug him, rubbing his face against him without any sign of disgust.

I must say, it's smooth, tender, fragrant, and elastic!

After hearing Qin Shuiru tell him the truth, he was heartbroken, but having lived two lives, he was resilient.

They adjusted quickly.

Since I don't have the talent, I'll make up for it later. And there just happens to be a rich woman right in front of me.

Making a decisive decision is the right thing to do!

In his past life, a fortune teller said he was destined to be a kept man, which he initially thought referred to as food that had fallen on the ground and was now being pieced together. However, this prediction has come true in this life.

As the saying goes, a man's knees are worth gold; now is the time to cash in!

Qin Shuiru was both amused and exasperated by his antics, and shook her head helplessly, saying, "Fine, just send it over. Meeting is fate, and your joining the sect is nothing more than a small matter, just a favor."

"really?!"

Chen Wen stood up excitedly, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you so much for your guidance, Senior Sister. I will never forget this kindness!"

"You little rascal, you think you can climb a tree just because you're given a pole!"

Qin Shuiru laughed and scolded, then changed the subject, saying, "However..."

Chen Wen immediately tensed up, staring intently at her.

Qin Shuiru was amused by his expression.

"Hehe~ I think you're quite clever, little rascal, and you'll probably be quite attentive to people!"

"Alright then, all the way to the Azure Nether Sect, you'll obediently serve as my servant, bringing me tea and water. If you manage to please me..."

She drew out her words, looking into Chen Wen's eyes, which he had unconsciously raised, filled with a hint of hope, before slowly saying:

"When I return to Zixia Peak, I'll speak with my master and have you added to the list of nominal disciples. Then you'll be able to join the sect. What do you say?"

"A...a servant?!"

Chen Wen's eyes widened. He was a spiritual root disciple from a prestigious Foundation Establishment family.

Unexpectedly, today I have to serve as a servant in order to have even a slight chance of joining the sect.

"What, you don't want to?"

Qin Shuiru glanced at him sideways and waved her hand casually:

"Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it. Logically speaking, someone as useless as you isn't even worthy of being my servant. I'm only giving you a chance because you're relatively decent..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Wen immediately knelt down and said, "Please give me your orders, junior brother, senior sister~"

Not to be missed!

Chen Wen knew in his heart that if he missed this opportunity, he might never have another chance to enter the Qingming Sect.

Considering that we're already halfway through the journey, it's only a few more days of patience needed.

Thinking back to my past life, I dared to take on mortgages, car loans, and dowry loans, and at the same time, I dared to buy an electric car and have children. What is this compared to that now!

When I achieve success and fame in the future, who will know about my dark past?

Thinking of this, Chen Wen felt less upset.

Qin Shuiru glanced at him in surprise. She could see that Chen Wen's attitude had changed instantly, from initial humiliation to calm acceptance.

He nodded to himself inwardly; she was a promising talent!

Then he stretched his shoulders, frowned, and said:

"Give me a shoulder massage first. That He Mangzi's grip is too strong; my shoulder still hurts!"

"Yes, Senior Sister!"

Chen Wen quickly stepped forward and walked behind her, reaching out to gently touch her delicate shoulders and carefully massaging them.

A faint scent of lavender wafted into his nostrils, his shoulders were partially exposed, and his breasts peeked out playfully.

Chen Wen kept his eyes down, focusing on his own thoughts, avoiding looking at things he shouldn't. He was intently massaging her shoulders, wondering if she was testing him.

Chen Wen hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking:

"Senior Sister, although I don't know what spiritual root you possess, with your talent, you must undoubtedly be an inner disciple!"

"Inner disciple? Heh, who are you calling an inner disciple!"

Qin Shuiru snorted coldly upon hearing this, glanced at him, and said, "My master is the peak master of Zixia Peak. What do you think of my aptitude?!"

Chen Wen was shocked. The Peak Master of Zixia Peak!!!

A major cultivation of the Golden Core stage?!

Accidentally trespassing into the imperial palace...

Chen Wen apologized tremblingly, "You...you're actually a disciple of a Golden Core cultivator! Jing Wen has been rude!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shuiru was taken aback, then couldn't help but giggle.

"Golden Core? Hahaha~ You really dare to dream. I'd love to become a disciple of a Golden Core cultivator, but unfortunately, I'm not destined for that!"

Chen Wen, however, had some doubts:

"How could this be... Didn't the entry certificate say that all nine peak masters of Qingming Peak were Golden Core cultivators?"

"Pshaw, what kind of existence is a Golden Core cultivator? Swallow one Golden Core, and my fate will be in no one's own hands!"

Qin Shuiru's eyes were full of longing as she spoke.

"Such beings would not easily appear in the mortal realm. What kind of genius could earn the favor of a Golden Core cultivator?"

"The title of Golden Core True Person is merely nominal. In reality, our entire sect is nothing more than a pawn serving those beings. As for teaching? It's nothing more than to make us better serve them."

"Have you ever heard of anyone in the last thousand years who has managed to break through to the Golden Core stage?"

"No...no!"

Chen Wen shook his head thoughtfully.

He was quite well-read. Although the Chen family was still too small, it was a Golden Core cultivator. If he were to break through, it would be a major event known throughout the world.

But he had never heard of anyone becoming a Golden Core True Person in the past thousand years.

In the cultivation world, the most common cultivators are those at the Purple Mansion level.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Qin Shuiru's eyes: "Those people have already divided up the entire cultivation world like cakes, why would they allow anyone else to sit on the table and get a share!"

"Oh, you're still young, how would you understand these things? Forget what you just said, and don't tell anyone, or I won't even need to lift a finger, you'll have enemies all over the world!"

"Jingwen has remembered this, thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister!"

"I really don't know how your Chen family raised you. What kind of common sense have you been learning all this time?!"

"The Three Obediences and Four Virtues..."

...

As Chen Wen chatted with Qin Shuiru, he felt a chill run down his spine. This cultivation world was utterly rotten!

From Chen Polang of the Chen family to those Golden Core cultivators in the Qingming Immortal Cultivation World, they are truly disgusting.

However, he quickly regained his composure, realizing that none of this concerned him.

The primary goal is still to join the sect and resolve the issue of Chen Polang.

Qin Shuiru, naturally, clung tightly to his powerful backer.

The master of a peak, and his personal disciple, have a status far beyond his imagination!

Even if they are not Golden Core cultivators, they are at least Purple Mansion Realm experts.

No wonder her methods and aura were extraordinary when she fought with He Yuzhu.

Thinking about this, he felt something was amiss.

Chen Wen cautiously began, "Senior sister, there's something I don't understand, but I'm not sure if I should ask."

"explain."

Qin Shuiru frowned slightly, looking a little impatient, annoyed that Chen Wen was asking too many questions.

"Given your status, why...why would you be hunted down by that person? Doesn't the Qingming Sect tolerate infighting among its disciples?"

Chen Wen asked the question that had been nagging at him.

As he had previously thought, such a large sect should have strict rules.

"Hehe~"

Qin Shuiru was silent for a moment, then let out a sneer with an ambiguous meaning, a laugh tinged with a cold mockery.

"Manage? Why should we manage?"

Qin Shuiru's voice drifted out, carrying a kind of indifference that Chen Wen couldn't understand.

"Little fellow, didn't your family tell you why aristocratic families are unwilling to send their disciples to the Azure Nether Sect?"

Chen Wen: "No..."

Qin Shuiru paused for a moment, then continued:

"Do you think the Azure Nether Sect is some prestigious and righteous sect, a pure place that values ​​fraternal love and the protection of elders?"

"Do you know where the character 'Ming' in the Qingming Sect comes from?"

Chen Wen was taken aback, then shook his head.

Qin Shuiru didn't seem to expect him to answer, and continued speaking to herself, her voice lowering slightly:

"Ten thousand years ago, or even longer, records have long since ceased."

"There are vague records that in this Azure Netherworld cultivation world, there is a powerful demonic sect whose name contains the character 'Nether'."

"After many changes, it swallowed up all its enemies and unified this world. Later, the cultivation world was renamed Qingming, and the only overlord of this world, the 'Qingming Sect,' was established at that time. Do you understand?"

"this..."

Chen Wen stared wide-eyed, listening intently to this earth-shattering news.

Ten thousand years.

This cultivation world has suffered under the Qingming Sect for ten thousand years!

In other words, cultivators have long lifespans, and some records of them are passed down.

Otherwise, how would the cultivation world know about such a secret?

But... just who is this Senior Sister Qin? How could she just casually reveal such confidential information?!

Qin Shuiru paused, her tone becoming even more sarcastic:

"How many of those old fogies who truly stand on the clouds and wield power didn't crawl out of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood?"

"The inherent nature of the demonic path, the law of the jungle, and the survival of the fittest, has long been ingrained in the very bones of the sect."

"As long as one does not openly violate a few ironclad rules and does not harm the fundamental interests of the sect, the fighting, killing, and plundering among disciples... are, in the eyes of the higher-ups, merely a necessary process for tempering one's edge."

"If you die, it's because you're not skilled enough; if you live, you might become an even sharper blade!"

"That He Yuzhu is nothing more than a mad dog raised on another mountain, coveting a treasure I possess."

"Such things are commonplace in the Azure Nether Sect..."

Qin Shuiru's tone returned to its usual indifference, as if she were talking about a trivial matter unrelated to herself.

"So, little one, don't have any unrealistic fantasies."

"Once you enter the Azure Nether Sect, you either need exceptional talent to impress the big shots and receive their full protection;

Either you have to learn how to struggle and survive under those cruel rules, or even... bite back!

Chen Wen felt a chill run down his spine and his palms sweat.

The sacred land of immortals and the battle for supremacy that he had imagined was now shrouded in a thick stench of blood.

I harbored a longing to enter the abode of immortals, and was full of expectations to immerse myself in such a place.

A life of hardship? More than hardship, it was an abyss!

After a while, Qin Shuiru, perhaps tired of it, waved for Chen Wen to stop and wait outside.

She fell silent, sitting cross-legged in meditation. The barely perceptible fluctuations of spiritual energy indicated that she was focusing all her efforts on healing.

Chen Wen dared not disturb them and went to the back to keep the maid Qing'er company.

Qing'er was only knocked unconscious by the earlier fighting among the cultivators and is otherwise unharmed.

She also came from a family of cultivators and was knowledgeable and experienced, but lamented her bad luck and the cruel twists of fate.

In the following days, Qin Shuiru remained in a state of healing.

Qing'er didn't even dare to cook, so she could only prepare some fruits and pastries to fill their stomachs.

Fortunately, he brought enough dry food with him when he set out, otherwise Chen Wenzhen might have become the first transmigrator to starve to death on his journey to immortality.

Manager Wang has not appeared these days.

It's unclear whether they died or escaped with serious injuries.

Or perhaps they caught up, but sensed spiritual energy fluctuations in the vehicle and dared not appear.

That day.

Chen Wenzheng sat idly outside the carriage, basking in the sun.

Suddenly, a towering city wall slowly rose up directly in front of them.

A dense crowd of people lined up to enter the city.

Chen Wen could see clearly that almost all of them were around his age, and the others were their family members or servants who were escorting them.

At the same time, Qin Shuiru's charming and alluring voice came from inside the car:

"We've arrived at Qingming City!"

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