Junior Disciple

Chapter Eleven

He suddenly took two steps back. What was this man's intention?

Yu Qingwei narrowed his eyes and vigilantly looked at the person exuding demonic energy in front of him.

A demon cultivator.

The Yutong Secret Realm had three entrances in total. This time, the northern region's entrance was jointly opened by the Qingxiao Sect and three other sects.

It was expected that at most, a few shady characters might sneak in, but who would have thought that within just an hour, he had already encountered two non-orthodox cultivators?

Clenching his slightly sweaty palm, Yu Qingwei felt that forming his golden core here was going to be much more difficult.

"I wonder what you mean by this, sir? As far as I know...we've never met."

Xie Wuhán let out a low chuckle. He had painstakingly restored his demon form, and with several days left before the next competition, he had enough time to try his luck finding opportunities here before leaving. Narrowing his eyes, he concluded that the young man before him definitely had some sort of clue to heavenly treasures.

Suddenly, Xie Wuhán reached out toward the jade token at Yu Qingwei's waist. Yu Qingwei's eyes widened, sidestepped in an attempt to dodge, but his movement was delayed slightly, allowing Xie Wuhán to grab hold of his belt and pull him back. Long fingers brushed against his waist.

The next moment, the jade token glowed faintly as its spiritual essence was forcibly probed.

"Golden core... Yutong Secret Realm, Heavenly Azure Jade Fruit." Xie Wuhán raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Qingwei with an inscrutable expression.

Then, his lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, when I said I wanted you, I was referring, of course, to the opportunity on you."

Yu Qingwei's expression stiffened. The forbidden talisman he had hidden behind his back froze for a moment. His face turned slightly unnatural.

A hand emerged from the wide black robe and tilted his chin up. With a mocking smile, Xie Wuhán asked, "What did you think I meant?"

Yu Qingwei irritably swatted his hand away and turned his face slightly. What could he possibly think? Naturally, nothing.

Behind him, the Buddhist cultivator stood up from the ground, casting Xie Wuhán a deep look without uttering any self-righteous remarks about good versus evil.

The other party bore no intent to kill them.

He wouldn't invite trouble by provoking any unnecessary hostility.

However...he glanced at the black-robed man, who was staring with great interest at the boy's flushed face. While he had no interest in Xie Wuhán, when it came to Yu Qingwei...that was another matter entirely.

After a moment, Yu Qingwei glanced back at the man leisurely picking fruits and the Buddhist cultivator, whose shoulder was already bandaged.

The Buddhist cultivator's name was Xuan Min, who had entered through the southern entrance two days earlier. He had encountered that demonic cultivator harming orthodox sect members and had been pursued all the way here. In the end, he was nearly killed and trapped in this place.

"Thank you both for saving me," Xuan Min slightly bowed to Yu Qingwei and the other, his staff thumping against the ground with each step. The spiritual energy it emitted dispersed the surrounding white mist.

Yu Qingwei glanced at the increasingly dense mist around them.

Curious, he asked, "With the Heavenly Dao Academy's treasure, the Demon-Subduing Staff, on you, you must at least be someone like an Immortal Lord and a deputy head of the academy. Why would you..."