Junior Disciple

Chapter Twelve

It was no wonder he recognized him—after all, with the jade talisman his martial uncle had given him, it would react upon close proximity. No wonder he had felt the talisman warming earlier.

Yu Qingwei immediately clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and bowed slightly. "Thank you, Senior."

No wonder someone like him, the Deputy Dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy, would enter a mere Nascent Soul-Golden Core secret realm. Yu Qingwei glanced at the hundred-pound demon-subduing staff in the man's hand with a peculiar expression.

The other person seemed to read his thoughts and shook his head. "I'm here for the opportunities as well."

This puzzled Yu Qingwei even more. One after another, people were here for some so-called "opportunities." Could this Yutong Secret Realm really hold something he wasn't aware of?

Xuan Min cast a deep, thoughtful gaze at him. Pinching his fingers together slightly, he closed his eyes for a moment before suddenly furrowing his brow and murmuring, "Strange. I originally sensed that someone near me carried immense fortune, blessed by the Heavenly Dao, yet now... I can no longer feel it."

Yu Qingwei paused in his action of using a talisman to probe deeper into the secret realm.

Xuan Min's brows furrowed deeply. He stared at the person before him in quiet contemplation for a while, then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his eyes flashed with surprise.

Could it be... the one blessed by fortune wasn't him?

Suddenly, a fierce gale erupted before them, sending dust and dirt flying into the air. Yu Qingwei raised an arm to shield his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw a crimson figure rushing off, while Xuan Min's demon-subduing staff gleamed brightly with spiritual light.

It charged toward someone who had thrown a spiritual attack to block their path.

Hovering midair, Xie Wuhán flipped his wrist, unleashing a surge of powerful energy that swept down toward the people below.

Xuan Min narrowed his eyes. Even though this person bore the fortune of the Heavenly Dao, he couldn't allow him to remain at his side.

Yu Qingwei, on the other hand, held his breath. The spiritual attack landed but didn't strike him directly. He turned to see a serpent-like beast perched on a tree branch above him, its predatory eyes fixed on his neck, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Caught off guard, the beast was struck by the attack. Letting out a pained howl, its body was split into two. Yu Qingwei gritted his teeth but couldn't bring himself to abandon the beast's inner core.

A cold flash of blade light streaked through the air as he used his dagger to carve out a crimson inner core from the creature's seven-inch weak point.

He looked up toward the person in midair and said, "Senior, perhaps this is all a misunderstanding. He doesn't seem to have any intention of harming us."

Trusting a demon cultivator might be a joke in the cultivation world, but the man not only saved them earlier but had, even now, shown no signs of trying to take their lives.

Yu Qingwei leaped up and placed himself in Xuan Min's path.

Xuan Min's brows furrowed slightly in rare irritation. With a gesture, he directed a seal onto Yu Qingwei's forehead, saying, "Have you forgotten what he said before?"

Yu Qingwei was momentarily at a loss for words.

Now that his disguise had faded, his true face was revealed—one that the other had already seen before. As expected, when he looked up, the man was watching him with amused interest.