Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 891 - 31: Hold the Bowl of Water Steadily

Chapter 891 -31: Hold the Bowl of Water Steadily

Yin Feng Mountain, as the local inhabitants call it, is named for its exceptionally cold and eerie climate. The deeper one ventures into the mountain, the more the chilling sensation grows, leaving everyone unwilling to approach.

For the Shushan Shangqing Faction, there is no record of this mountain within the sect’s archives—though, given the thousands of peaks in Shushan’s territory, most of them remain unrecorded.

However, hidden within Yin Feng Mountain lies a mystical Xuan Yin Cave.

What is Xuan Yin? It is the merging of the Water Element and True Yin, a rare phenomenon even in the Cultivation Realm.

Since many of the Demon Cult’s Water Element techniques must rely on the Xuan Yin aura as a catalyst, the Shushan leadership has closely guarded the cave’s location. If leaked, no matter how heavily guarded, reckless Demon Cult cultivators would risk everything to seek out this Xuan Yin Cave.

Su Jian led Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu to a secluded valley, descending at the edge of a narrow mountain fissure.

“The Xuan Yin Cave is within this fissure,” Su Jian said. “I’ll wait outside while you, Su’er, take Qing Heng inside.”

Ling Yunpo carefully inspected the fissure. Above, water trickled down with a steady murmur, while a spring meandered along the rock walls, rendering the cave bitterly cold and damp.

A cave so damp and foreboding that even if someone stumbled upon it, they would likely avoid taking any risks to explore it. No wonder it had remained undiscovered by outsiders until now.

Yet compared to this, deciding what to do with the Dragon Blood Pill was the more pressing matter at hand.

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Ling Yunpo’s earlier plan was to consume the Dragon Blood Pill and then claim that its potency had been absorbed by the Tai Yin Suming Sword, resulting in no cultivation advancement.

The Tai Yin Suming Sword is a Divine Sword—there’s no telling what it might do. This lie would likely hold up… but the real issue was that wasting such a precious Dragon Blood Pill felt like an unforgivable shame.

It’s crucial to understand that Dragon Blood, though immensely potent for Human Race cultivators advancing from the Obscure Weave Rank to the Golden Core Realm, is minimally effective otherwise, merely bolstering Root Bone strength—a blatant squandering of its potential.

Why not let Senior Sister An have it?

This novel thought bloomed swiftly in Ling Yunpo’s mind.

Especially when he remembered lending his aid to Shi Liuli, helping her reach Obscure Weave Rank Great Perfection, while neglecting Senior Sister An… it felt uncomfortably like favoritism.

What was wrong with Senior Sister An? While Lady Liuli was clever and affectionate, she constantly bombarded Luo Yan with endless queries, requiring vigilance and exhaustive mental effort. Senior Sister An, in contrast, accepted Ling Yunpo’s words without question—her trust in him was absolute.

If Lady Liuli could have her cultivation enhanced, why shouldn’t Senior Sister An also receive assistance? Was it simply because she hadn’t married you yet?

Thinking this far, Ling Yunpo immediately devised a better plan.

A plan that not only kept his cultivation level stagnant but also earned him a boost in Synchronization Value for his reputation.

Walking carefully through the mountain fissure, Ling Yunpo navigated around the trickling waters and turned back, saying:

“Senior Sister, there’s too much moss ahead—the ground is slippery. Hold my hand.”

An Zhisu obediently extended her hand, allowing Ling Yunpo to gently hold it, completely forgetting that as a Shushan Sword Immortal, her balance and agility made her nearly immune to stumbling.

Feeling her warm touch in his grasp, Ling Yunpo casually remarked:

“Ah, Senior Sister, I feel so troubled.”

“What’s the matter?” An Zhisu asked curiously.

“The Immortal wants me to take this Dragon Blood Pill and forcibly advance to Golden Core Realm Obscure Weave Rank Great Perfection.” Ling Yunpo sighed and produced the pill from his pouch. “But I once promised the Tai Yin Suming Sword that I would ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm on my own strength, without relying on external aids—only then would it recognize me as its master. If I take the pill, wouldn’t I be breaking my promise?”

An Zhisu, initially smiling, grew visibly serious as she listened.

The title of Tai Yin Sword Master carried immeasurable significance—of course, she understood this well.

If consuming the Dragon Blood Pill caused a rift with the Tai Yin Suming Sword, refusing to acknowledge Ling Yunpo, then clearly the pill must not be taken!

“Have you discussed this with Master?” An Zhisu asked seriously.

Of course not—if I had, the Dragon Blood Pill would’ve never reached me! Ling Yunpo mocked inwardly but replied earnestly:

“Originally, I asked the Tai Yin Suming Sword about this, but it remained silent. So I didn’t inform Master or the Immortal. Just now, however, the sword finally responded, confirming that it wouldn’t work.”

“In that case, let’s go out and find Master…” An Zhisu began to turn around, only to feel Ling Yunpo holding tightly to her hand.

He had proposed holding hands earlier not out of aesthetic desire but to prevent his Senior Sister from escaping. Ling Yunpo immediately interjected:

“Senior Sister, what would we even say?”

“That you can’t take the pill!” An Zhisu replied, confused.

“And then what?” Ling Yunpo patiently continued, “Return the pill to the Immortal?”

“Senior Sister, you must understand: the Immortal gifting such a precious pill carries an implicit gesture of compensation. Surely, you’ve not forgotten how harshly he treated us before?”

“If we return the pill, the Immortal might misinterpret this as our refusal to accept his gesture of reconciliation. Master, therefore, would never allow such a thing.”

“Well…” An Zhisu began to waver.

But lacking sufficient experience in interpersonal dynamics and decision-making, and with her Junior Brother standing beside her, she instinctively asked:

“So what do you suggest?”

“On Qingluo Peak, besides me, who else would be suitable to take the pill… if not you, Senior Sister?” Ling Yunpo asked with a carefree smile.

“Me? No, no…” An Zhisu instinctively refused. “As Senior Sister, how could I rob you of your opportunity?”

“But it’s not mine to take!” Ling Yunpo immediately protested. “I already told you, Senior Sister, I can’t consume the pill!”

“Still, still…” An Zhisu faltered. A moment later, she heard Ling Yunpo lean in and softly speak with devilish temptation:

“Senior Sister, don’t you fear your cultivation progress falling too far behind mine? If this continues, where would your dignity as Senior Sister remain?”

“Ah!” All the words An Zhisu had planned to say instantly transformed into muffled hesitation and unease.

In truth, ever since attaining the Golden Core Realm, An Zhisu had struggled with such concerns.

She had been the first to enter the sect—how could her Junior Brother overtake her in cultivation progress?

It wasn’t that An Zhisu was overly jealous or couldn’t bear Ling Yunpo’s accomplishments. Instead, her master, Su Jian, had always upheld traditional sect values: “A master must maintain authority, and a Senior Sister must exemplify leadership.” He had drilled these ideals into An Zhisu since her youth.

Thus, her Junior Brother surpassing her cultivation level disrupted the natural role hierarchy within the sect. Should she blame her Junior Brother for advancing too rapidly? No, the fault would lie in her own shortcomings!

From that point onward, she had languished in a difficult and pessimistic state, convinced of her incompetence… and now, faced with Ling Yunpo’s suggestion, her instinct to refuse unexpectedly faltered.