Published: February 24, 2025
CHAPTER 23: Like a Dream, Like an Illusion
A series of steps made from blue stones, built from the foot of Huangfu Sacred Mountain to the summit, resembled a gigantic azure dragon embedded in the mountain, quite awe-inspiring!
At the halfway up the mountain, next to a rushing waterfall, stood a stone tablet as imposing as a mountain. On it, eight large red characters were firmly engraved: “Huangfu Sacred Mountain, trespassers will die!”
“Tan Shidi, at the halfway point is the Mountain Gate of our Huangfu Sacred Sect. Let’s go,” Mu Mengyi said.
“Alright.” After flying for half an hour on the bloodwing spirit lion, Tan Yun dove down from the sea of clouds and landed at the halfway point.
When two male disciples, whose chests were embroidered with the words “Law Enforcement,” were about to ask Tan Yun something, they suddenly noticed Mu Mengyi behind him. Instantly, their eyes widened in disbelief!
They never expected that Mu Mengyi, who usually looked down on all male disciples, was actually wearing a man’s cloak!
What shocked them even more was that Mu Mengyi asked the male disciple beside her to carry her down from the back of the bloodwing spirit lion!
“Who is this guy? What is Mu Shijie’s relationship with him?!”
“This kid from the seventh level of spirit embryo realm must have some nerve to dare to touch someone recognized by Senior Brother Murong!”
The two law enforcement disciples, Chen Wude and Li Youle, were filled with doubts as they looked at Tan Yun, who was holding Mu Mengyi, with eyes filled with envy and resentment.
“Shidi greets Mu Shijie.” Chen Wude and Li Youle slightly bowed to Mu Mengyi.
“Hmm.” After responding coldly, Mu Mengyi looked towards an ancient-looking pavilion a hundred feet away and said, “Tan Yun, Dai Qingshan is in the pavilion, responsible for issuing identity tokens to the newly arrived outer sect disciples. Let’s go.”
“Good.” After putting the bloodwing spirit lion into the Spirit Beast Bag, Tan Yun carried Mu Mengyi and walked past the two disciples toward the pavilion.
Chen Wude looked at Tan Yun’s back and sneered, “You dare to touch Senior Brother Murong's woman? You’re doomed!”
After entering the pavilion, Mu Mengyi asked Tan Yun to put her down.
With Tan Yun's support, Mu Mengyi faced a middle-aged man in his forties and respectfully said, “Disciple Mu Mengyi, greetings to Lord Steward.”
“Haha, no need for so much formality.” Dai Qingshan chuckled, then frowned slightly, “Mengyi, are you injured?”
“Hmm, the disciple encountered some accidents on the way back from Falling Star City, but it’s nothing serious now.” After her respectful words, Mu Mengyi glanced at Tan Yun and introduced, “Lord Steward, he is Tan Yun, who has been selected from Falling Star City.”
“Good.” Dai Qingshan nodded, picked up a token from the wooden table, and then gathered a wave of spiritual power in his fingers, quickly engraving the words “Tan Yun” on the token.
Then, he walked in front of Tan Yun and said decisively, “Every disciple who joins the Sacred Sect must have a life lamp made by this steward. You can relax your mind now, and I will extract a wisp of your soul.”
After speaking, Dai Qingshan pressed his right hand on the top of Tan Yun's head.
Tan Yun naturally knew that the so-called life lamp involved extracting a wisp of the disciple’s insignificant soul from their mind and trapping it within the identity token.
If the disciple dies, the identity token will shatter, and simultaneously, the corresponding life lamp will extinguish.
The Huangfu Sacred Sect uses this method to manage disciples, ensuring they can promptly know when a disciple has died.
After feeling a moment of dizziness, Tan Yun returned to normal. When Dai Qingshan removed his hand from Tan Yun's head, a faint milky-white soul wisp was vaguely visible in his palm.
“Go!” Dai Qingshan formed a technique with his left hand, and suddenly, the wisp of soul flew from his right palm into the identity token in his left hand.