Chapter 12: Have You Seen Enough?

 

“What the—!”

“Mo Yuyan, are you really backstabbing me like this?”

He Yimo arrived at the main hall, utterly stunned by the scene before him.

 

First, he looked at Mo Yuyan, who gave him a knowing smile, her lips curving with deep meaning.

Then, he turned to his father, the immortal minister often busy with court affairs, who now nodded slightly, showing rare approval in his gaze towards his wayward son.

 

“Yimo, you did well this time.”

“Aren’t you going to thank your future Senior Sister Mo?”

He Chensheng stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes under gold-rimmed glasses hinting at his approval.

 

As his words fell, the many elders in the hall nodded quietly, their satisfaction evident.

Only He Yimo stood at the door, full of questions.

 

Wait, how did I wake up and suddenly have to call her Senior Sister?

 

In all his years at the Grand Tutor’s residence, it was the first time the elders praised him in unison.

He cast a doubtful glance at Mo Yuyan again, but the white-clad fairy stood tall, chest out, smiling expectantly as if ready for the boy to kneel and acknowledge her as his master.

She must have praised He Yimo in front of the elders!

 

She seemed quite proud, and He Yimo was supposed to thank her!

Everything felt so natural, including Zhong Yuhe’s exasperated sycophant demeanor.

 

But the key was—

Did anyone ask He Yimo for his opinion?

 

If he hadn’t misheard outside the door, Mo Yuyan had politely said the condition was to consult the seventh son’s wishes.

Yet when He Yimo entered the room, it seemed the elders ignored this entirely.

It was like the invisible hand the Enchantress spoke of last night.

 

No matter how He Yimo chose, he was inevitably being sent to the Wuji Sect!

 

“Yimo is unworthy, thank you, Senior Sister Mo, for your generosity.”

With a thud, He Yimo couldn’t withstand the pressure of the elders’ gaze and ultimately knelt before the white-clad fairy to acknowledge her as his master.

But just then, a golden-haired girl burst in from the corridor.

 

“Mo Yuyan! What are you plotting?”

“You clearly look down on my Yimo, yesterday you had a cold face, and now you’re pretending to agree to take him up the mountain!”

 

“A weasel giving a New Year’s greeting to a chicken, up to no good!”

 

Her voice was loud, her tone sharp, her light golden phoenix eyes piercing through the disciples, targeting the white-clad fairy standing with her hands behind her back.

Mo Yuyan turned to look, her previously smiling fairy face turning stiff under Yuan Xinyao’s scolding.

 

No wonder, this girl had no filter.

The other night, she yelled so loudly, Mo Yuyan pretended not to hear.

 

But now, after agreeing to take a disciple, Yuan Xinyao continued to scold her, and in such a crowded setting…

“Yuan Xinyao, mind your manners!”

In the main hall, a white-haired elder stood up, sternly reprimanding.

 

Though old, he held a higher realm’s authority, and with a single command, Yuan Xinyao couldn’t withstand the pressure, her jade legs trembling slightly.

Yuan Xinyao was straightforward, biting her silver teeth, her face puffed like a hamster, clearly defiant.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, He Chensheng sighed, stepping in to mediate between the elder and the girl.

 

“Third Elder, calm down, Xinyao is just worried about our Yimo.”

He Chensheng said calmly.

After a moment, he glanced back at the Third Elder, a silver glint flashing under his glasses—

 

“Third Elder.”

“Let’s not make a spectacle for the fairy to laugh at our Grand Tutor’s residence.”

 

His tone remained gentle, his speech slow, but as a middle-aged immortal minister, his authority and power were no less than an elder’s.

With just a look, the enraged elder calmed significantly.

 

The elder recalled Yuan Xinyao’s special status, closed his eyes, and sighed, unwilling to say more.

He Chensheng eased his authority, smiling at the girl below, his tone more amiable:

“Xinyao, don’t be stubborn.”

“You’re not a child anymore, just like Yimo.”

His tone was more like coaxing a child.

 

After all, Yuan Xinyao’s status was special, and many elders at the Grand Tutor’s residence didn’t fully understand her.

As He Yimo’s father, He Chensheng sympathized with Yuan Xinyao, but in the main hall, he could only gently remind her.

The Great Xia Dynasty had too many intertwined forces, countless untold secrets.

 

Now, the Grand Tutor’s residence’s cooperation with the Wuji Sect was also a form of protection for He Yimo.

At least in the righteous sect, he could stay away from worldly affairs, avoiding the palace’s open and hidden struggles.

“I… I can also teach Yimo to cultivate…”

The girl knew she was at fault, her uncle had been kind, but she still bit her silver teeth in grievance.

 

“Yuan Xinyao, you can’t bear that responsibility. Besides, you have your own work to do, don’t you?”

He Chensheng shook his head, his expression unchanged.

 

Though gentler than other elders, his patience with Yuan Xinyao would wane over time.

The overwhelming pressure made Yuan Xinyao’s confidence wane, her voice growing smaller.

 

“But… I’m worried Yimo will be bullied at the Wuji Sect…”

She looked at Mo Yuyan and the other Wuji Sect disciples with reluctance.

 

The white-clad fairy’s beautiful eyes flashed, her lips curving in a natural smile, showing goodwill:

 

“Since I’ve taken He Yimo up the mountain, he’s my junior brother, Mo Yuyan. No one in the Wuji Sect will dare bully him by my side.”

With these words, Yuan Xinyao fell silent, unable to speak.

 

She looked at Mo Yuyan in disbelief, not understanding what happened last night, as if the cold, disdainful fairy had become gentle and caring towards He Yimo overnight.

He Yimo himself was also taken aback.

 

But he didn’t know what to say, as the hall was filled with negotiations by big figures, and he, the pawn being traded, had no say.

Or rather…

 

Besides Yuan Xinyao, neither the Grand Tutor’s residence nor the Wuji Sect cared about his opinion.

But just as He Yimo lost hope, the white-clad fairy holding her sword smiled, returning the choice to him:

“What do you think, Young Master He?”

“Me?”

He Yimo raised an eyebrow, wanting to say he didn’t agree.

 

But then he met Mo Yuyan’s gaze, memories of her protection last night flooding back.

 

“Do you think, Young Master He, that as my junior brother, Mo Yuyan, you’d be bullied at the Wuji Sect?”

“Well, it’s hard to say.”

He Yimo smiled awkwardly, feeling Mo Yuyan’s pressure.

 

Logically, he owed Mo Yuyan a favor last night, but in terms of protection, He Yimo doubted she’d bother with him at the Wuji Sect.

In the original story, He Yimo was left to his own devices at the Wuji Sect.

 

“Is that so, it seems Young Master He still lacks a sense of security.”

Mo Yuyan laughed generously.

 

She stepped forward, taking a jade pendant from her sleeve and handing it to He Yimo:

 

“This is the Dye Ink Peak token.”

“Wear it, and you’re my junior brother, Mo Yuyan, allowed to ascend Dye Ink Peak. If you encounter danger outside, I’ll arrive in time to protect you.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister…”

The desire for treasures from his past life made He Yimo instinctively accept the jade pendant, eyes wide with shock.

 

He didn’t expect Mo Yuyan to bribe him by publicly gifting him the Dye Ink Peak token.

He was all too familiar with this jade pendant!

 

In his past life playing “Fallen Immortal,” He Yimo received a jade pendant from the senior sister after completing a main quest, granting him access to Dye Ink Peak.

However, Dye Ink Peak itself wasn’t much fun, each visit to the summit involved triggering a conversation with Mo Yuyan, listening to her cryptic, melancholic lines before it ended.

Compared to the desolate Dye Ink Peak, the “get-out-of-jail-free card” was the pendant’s true value!

Players could use the pendant to summon Mo Yuyan for rescue when near death.

 

And Mo Yuyan’s combat power was unparalleled in the main story’s early to mid-stages.

However, the chance to summon Mo Yuyan was a one-time use, after which the pendant could be stored away.

 

In the original story, Mo Yuyan gave the protagonist the pendant because he was an innate sword saint, the Wuji Sect’s future hope, to protect him from assassination by rival forces.

But such a precious treasure, she easily gave to He Yimo?

 

Now He Yimo felt guilty for accepting it, unable to refuse further.

“——Have you seen enough?”

At some point, Mo Yuyan’s mature voice, laced with intriguing tones, spoke.

 

He Yimo snapped back to reality, realizing that while he was staring at the pendant, he was kneeling before the fairy to acknowledge her as his master, from a low angle, he could see the faintly visible silver high heels under her fairy skirt.

Given the cultivation game’s setting, it was reasonable for the fairy to wear various high heels.

 

“Don’t misunderstand, I was just looking at the pendant.”

He Yimo redirected his gaze, explaining helplessly.

 

But Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, curiously examining him: “I was talking about the pendant too, what’s wrong with that?”

“Alright, you win.” He Yimo felt even more awkward.

 

Mo Yuyan gestured: “If you’ve seen enough, please wear it.”

“Wearing my pendant means you’re willing to come up the mountain with me.”

 

The fairy crossed her arms, looking down at He Yimo through the valley of her chest.

 

Though her words clearly referred to the pendant, for some reason, He Yimo felt like he was being watched as if wearing a pet collar.

He Yimo hesitated.

 

Looking at the pendant in his hand, he suddenly felt more confident and secure, even considering facing the protagonist at the Wuji Sect.

At some point, Mo Yuyan narrowed her cold eyes, stepping forward.

She took the pendant from He Yimo’s hand, leaning forward to help him tie it around his neck.

Afterward, Mo Yuyan adjusted his attire, her red lips whispering in his ear:

“He Yimo, I advise you to settle down and follow me sooner rather than later.”

“After all, your father has already entrusted you to me in private, from now on at the Wuji Sect, your life is under my care.”

Beneath her gentle facade, the fairy’s beautiful eyes reflected a hint of coldness.

It was the first time He Yimo was threatened face-to-face by her.

 

But thinking back, she had shown her cunning side last night.

This was unlike Mo Yuyan’s character in the original story!

 

At least in his past life playing “Fallen Immortal,” He Yimo never saw Mo Yuyan reveal her bad side in the game’s early to mid-stages.

【Well, at least I got a free life-saving charm.】

【If I encounter a deadly situation, I can cling to Mo Yuyan’s thigh.】

 

He Yimo nodded internally, weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing the boy finally comply, Mo Yuyan smiled knowingly.

 

Then, her smile faded as she looked at the golden-haired girl not far away.

Yuan Xinyao’s phoenix eyes stared at the fairy, finally speechless, giving up the fight.

Mo Yuyan understood, turning to the elders in the main hall—

 

“It seems no one has any objections.”

“Elders, Master.”

“In three days, the Wuji Sect has a new disciple assessment I must oversee.”

 

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take Young Master Yimo up the mountain to join the sect today.”

She pressed He Yimo’s shoulder, speaking politely, her gaze sweeping the Grand Tutor’s residence.

 

The elders naturally had no objections.

At this point, He Yimo had gained an advantage and couldn’t be overly picky.

 

Seeing this, Mo Yuyan patted the boy’s back:

 

“Go pack up, you have three hours to say goodbye to your family.”

“In three hours, I’ll be waiting in the carriage at the gate.”

The white-clad fairy stood with her hands behind her back, confidently assigning tasks.

 

But as He Yimo turned to leave, she discreetly sent a mental message—

【He Yimo, pack a few Go manuals, hide them in your bundle.】

【These forbidden books, the master doesn’t allow me to read at the Wuji Sect. If you help me with this, I won’t treat you poorly when we return to Dye Ink Peak.】