Peerless Immortal 3 (Part 1)

Chapter 3 (1/2) - The Inedible

The next morning.

Dozens of newly minted Divine Spirit stage disciples waited inside the Peng Lai palace hall.

They were all notable characters from this generation, and they would become the foundation of Peng Lai in the future. Some might even become heroes known throughout the cultivation world later on. However, in the present they were all still wet behind the ears with excited faces that only the youthful could make.

“Which Golden Core stage senior do you think will lead us this time?” A female disciple with her hair in a snaketail (1) asked softly, “ Xiaoan-shixiong is always the first to know about these things, do you have any ideas?”

Her anticipation was barely hidden, and she wondered aloud, “Could it be Zhou-shixiong? I heard that he recently exited seclusion. Maybe it’s because he broke through a bottleneck and formed his...”

The youthful cultivator she called Xiaoan-shixiong turned around to look at her with a face full of grievances. The air around him was different from the others. He sighed deeply, and snapped, “It’s Li Huanhan-shixiong.”

The female disciple was not even finished saying the words ‘golden core’ before she was stunned into silence. 

“Li, Li-shixiong…”

Li Huanhan’s reputation in the Peng Lai sect preceded him. That maniac who cared only for furthering his cultivation, even if he was strong enough to be called the best cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage, only had eyes for his Shizun, Xuan Wei Xianjun. To everyone else, he was aloof and acted as if he was in the presence of an infectious cultivation wastrel.

While she was recovering from the shocking announcement, the giant palace doors in front them opened to reveal the inner hall. Sect master Zhou, Chang Ning Zhenren and Xuan Wei Xianjun were seated on the elevated stage. Beside his master’s snowy white outline was the dark profile of Li Huanhan.

...It’s really Li-shixiong. The disciples that were originally cheerfully chatting away were now deathly silent like they were being choked by an invisible hand. The female disciple before felt the edges of her vision turn black, and she felt like she might faint any moment now.

The sect master seated on the other side placidly looked to the far away disciples and said to Jiang Yinghe, “I’ve gone over all that needs to be said. Let’s let the children leave.”

To Zhou Zhengping’s generation, these cultivators that were not even a hundred years old were truly just children.

Jiang Yinghe nodded slightly and turned to look at his disciple. Li Huanhan was staring at him with indecipherable emotions in his blood-red eyes.

Based on his understanding of Li Huanhan, he thought that the other was somewhat nervous, which is why he patted his disciple on the shoulder and comforted, “No need to think too hard about this task. All who are present know of your harmonious relationship with your sect siblings. The outer layer of the Tai Xu secret realm is not dangerous if you are careful. This master believes in you.”

Jiang Yinghe’s tone was distant and chilly, but it thawed slightly when speaking to Li Huanhan. There was no sound array present in the inner palace, so the waiting disciples received the phrase ‘harmonious relationship’ with complicated expressions.

They didn’t know if they should spit blood at the thought of Li-shixiong’s ‘harmonious relationship’ with them or be jealous that he could receive this kind of unique treatment from Xuan Wei Xianjun.

Li Huanhan looked down at the fingers resting on his shoulder. They were long and thin with the pure sheen of frost. That subtle and cold fragrance seemed to be everywhere.

It’s the scent of Jiang Yinghe’s spiritual breath (2).

Li Huanhan lifted his hand to cover the one on his shoulder, cradling those fingers in his palm. He stared momentarily at the ground before answering, “This disciple will do his best.”

Jiang Yinghe nodded until he heard the sentence that followed.

“After all, in more than a millenium...I’m the only disciple Shizun has accepted.”

This was the truth, so Jiang Yinghe was about to voice his agreement until he noticed that the ‘Han’ progress bar suddenly advanced a huge chunk. There was still a bit more to go until the next milestone. The ‘A Jiang Shizun System’ immediately informed him:

 [You have encountered a key term: {only}]

Jiang Yinghe paused to take that information in for a second before replying, “Yes, you are this master’s only disciple.”

The progress bar jumped to 70 percent. But this increase raised Jiang Yinghe’s suspicions about what exactly this display was measuring for the first time:

...My disciple is only at the Golden Core stage, but this progress bar is shooting up like it’s strapped to a rocket. Isn’t this a bit too...fast?

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Translator Notes:

(1) 灵蛇髻 - lit. Spirit snake hair...it's apparently a ponytail but ancient China style? Google has images

(2) 本身道体的气息 - something like 'his spiritual body's breath'

Okay so I finally realized that the authior is going back to edit their chapters later and that they update daily and not in chunks like I thought. I'll try and update once every three days for a while. As mentioned in the previous post, chapters will be split in two starting now. Someone special appears in the second half on Wednesday!

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