Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 240

The grand apprenticeship ceremony had turned into a celebration for Yuheng Peak’s disciples.

Although Immortal Xuanxiao held the title of Sect Master, he was gentle and kind by nature. He taught each disciple according to their strengths, a man as warm and refined as jade. His disciples got along well and were genuinely close.

Many of them had already taken notice of this new junior sister during the entrance trials. They had been worried that the famed Immortal Qingxu of Snowridge Peak would steal her away from them.

Now that they’d seen with their own eyes that she’d chosen their master, they all rushed forward to greet her with overwhelming enthusiasm.
They called her “junior sister” left and right, practically ready to pluck the stars and moon down for her.

The situation became a bit unseemly, and Senior Sister Qin Lan had to dismiss the crowd.

“What kind of nonsense is this? All of you, go back and focus on your cultivation. I’ll personally look after our junior sister.”
“She’s exceptionally gifted. If you keep slacking off like this, do you even deserve to call yourselves her senior siblings?”

In the cultivation world, those with pure spiritual roots were considered top tier. Dual spiritual roots usually meant slower progress, so for someone her age to be nearing Foundation Establishment was a rare talent.

Once the crowd dispersed, Qin Lan led Su Ci away on her sword toward Yuheng Peak. Worried that Su Ci might be afraid of heights, she held her hand the entire way to comfort her.

She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of balm or spiritual salve her junior sister used—her skin was unbelievably smooth and cool, like jade.

Su Ci casually brought up, “When I was at the base of the mountain, I heard that Senior Sister has the Vermilion Bird spiritual vein and reached the Golden Core stage at just seventeen. And now, you’re already half a step into the Nascent Soul stage?”

Immortal Qingxu was renowned across the sect, and even his most talented personal disciple, Xiao Zhuo, was only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Qin Lan laughed, cheerful but a little embarrassed.

“Ahem, well… I’m already two hundred years old now. Cultivation depends on fate. Who knows, maybe you’ll grasp enlightenment someday and ascend in one fell swoop!”

It didn’t matter. Junior Sister was the best in the world!
Wow! So soft, so fragrant, so smooth!

Even within the same peak, there were distinctions between disciples. The outer sect didn’t have as many resources as the inner sect, and even the inner sect was divided into named and personal disciples. Naturally, Su Ci was now a personal disciple.

Qin Lan personally arranged for her to stay in the courtyard with the best feng shui and the densest spiritual energy—close to where the master taught his disciples.

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Jade Pavilion Platform.

After the ceremony, new disciples were led by their senior siblings to collect their identity tokens and monthly cultivation supplies at the Hall of Merit.

No one noticed Ye Linglong standing quietly in a corner.

Not even her master, Immortal Qingxu, or the four senior brothers of Snowridge Peak acknowledged her. They had left before the ceremony was even over.

Because of this, Ye Linglong had watched the entire apprenticeship from start to finish. She clearly saw Immortal Xuanxiao gift Su Ci a grade-earth spiritual artifact—the Cloudveil Thousand-Mechanism Fan.

Or rather, it wasn’t a gift. It was a present.

Immortal Xuanxiao said it so casually:

“Disciple, I didn’t have time to prepare a proper gift for your initiation. Here, use this fan for now.”
“It gets unbearably hot in the pill furnace room. This’ll help you stay cool and stoke the flames more easily.”

That was a grade-earth spiritual artifact!
And he was using it as a fan for cooling down?

Ye Linglong remembered how in her past life, her master had given her a mere grade-mystic spiritual furnace, and she’d been the envy of many. Compared to now, she felt deeply bitter.

But Immortal Xuanxiao was the sect master—if he wanted to give lavish gifts to his disciple, what could she say? She wouldn’t dare say anything even if it felt unfair.

Yet Immortal Qingxu didn’t even give her the Hunyuan Furnace this time before walking away. The stark contrast between her past and present lives nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Since no one came to escort her, she set off on her own toward Snowridge Peak. She had lived there for months in her past life and vaguely remembered the way.

Climbing from the foot of the mountain to the peak would wear the skin off her feet.

But that was fine.

A little suffering was nothing. Once her senior brothers saw her injured, they’d surely pity and pamper her even more. That would make up for today’s humiliation.

Snowridge Peak was perpetually blanketed in snow. The red plum blossoms on the mountain never withered.

Ye Linglong shivered in the thin clothes she wore, trembling in the icy wind.

She hadn’t gone far when she ran into her second senior brother, Yin Jingze, who had a cloak draped over his arm.

Yin Jingze was a talisman cultivator, skilled in spell formations. He had a gentle, refined demeanor—handsome and scholarly.

Of all the senior brothers, he was the easiest to get along with.

“Apologies, Junior Sister Ye. The barrier at the back mountain weakened just now. Master and I were busy reinforcing the formation and couldn’t come for you in time. I hope you won’t hold it against us.”

Ye Linglong wrapped herself in the cloak, warmth blooming in her heart. Just as in her past life, her senior brothers were so good to her.

Yin Jingze led her to a small courtyard halfway up the mountain and handed her a storage pouch containing her identity token and cultivation supplies.

She stood before the ordinary little courtyard, her frozen mind exploding like an avalanche.

This… wasn’t the courtyard she had lived in during her past life!

Back then, she’d been allowed to live atop the mountain right away, where the spiritual energy was dense and the climate pleasant. The tiles were made of jade, the walls of tortoiseshell—dozens of times more lavish than this!

“Junior Sister?”

Sensing her dissatisfaction, Yin Jingze explained calmly:

“It’s Master’s rule. All disciples must train in hardship before moving up. We senior brothers spent decades living here as well.”

But the truth in his heart wasn’t so simple.

Because of her special constitution and dual wood-fire spiritual roots, they had prepared the best mountaintop residence for her, and even received approval from their master.

But the junior sister who arrived… wasn’t the one they had hoped for.

Senior Brother Xiao Zhuo was a pure and principled man, obsessed with perfect harmony in music. He was rigid and had zero tolerance for imperfection.

That residence was meant for Su Junior Sister. Since she didn’t come, he would rather destroy the courtyard than let anyone else tarnish it.

Yin Jingze had just returned from helping him destroy the place, which accidentally triggered the rear mountain’s barrier.

He vaguely guessed what their master was planning, but with Xiao Zhuo’s pride and purity, there was no way he’d agree to treat a junior sister as a furnace for dual cultivation.

No matter how reluctant she felt, Ye Linglong could only smile and accept the arrangement.

Yin Jingze had barely left when she saw a dark figure in the distance, holding something in his arms, walking toward her.

It was her third senior brother, Jing Yuan!

The young man’s black hair was tied high, dressed in a robe embroidered with a serpent. His posture was upright and proud—an arresting splash of color in the snowy landscape.

With sword-like brows and eyes like stars, his face was handsome and sculpted like jade. A long sword hung at his waist, and he exuded an air of noble arrogance.

Jing Yuan was the son of the Medicine King Valley’s master. His background was powerful, his family rich, and he had endless access to rare pills and treasures—yet he was utterly devoted to the sword path.

In her past life, her alchemy skills had improved so quickly in part thanks to his help.

“Third Senior Brother!”

Ye Linglong smiled brightly and ran toward him—only to see that the cold and aloof youth was holding two soft, fluffy snow rabbits in his arms, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

“Third Senior Brother, are these for me…”

Jing Yuan had always been arrogant and proud, never one to curry favor. If he had personally caught rabbits for her, it must mean something.

She reached out to take them.

Jing Yuan frowned and stepped aside.

“Which servant are you? Why are you sweeping here?”

Ye Linglong: “…?”

“Move. Don’t block the way.”

He waved his hand impatiently.

A wave of sword energy blasted Ye Linglong back dozens of meters, sending her tumbling into a soft snowdrift.

He remembered how, during the entrance trial, Su Junior Sister had smiled so sweetly at him. In that moment, even the eternal snow of Snowridge Peak seemed to melt.

She had even given him healing pills, pretending he was injured. The gesture had softened him completely.

He knew she was using charm to get through the trial, even though he was the examiner.
Fine. He admitted it. Junior Sister had won.

As someone who had eaten grade-earth pills like candy since childhood, Jing Yuan now carried that low-grade yellow-rank healing pill in his best storage pouch—just because Su Junior Sister had refined it herself.

The more he thought, the more distracted he got. He didn’t understand—why had Su Junior Sister chosen Immortal Xuanxiao as her master? Was she mad at him?

Sure, he tricked her during the trial, but he had no choice—it was part of his duty.

Forget it. They were all disciples of Xuanyan Sect. A sect shouldn’t speak in two voices. If Su Junior Sister was from Yuheng Peak, then she was his junior sister too.

He was going to apologize properly.

And why didn’t he fly over with his sword?

Because… well, he had his own idea of what a sincere apology looked like.

First, flying was too fast. Walking showed that he was genuinely remorseful.
Second, the rabbits were scared of heights—he didn’t want them panicking and misbehaving in front of her.
Third… he was nervous. Just a little. Walking gave him time to rehearse what he wanted to say.

“Junior Sister? Su Junior Sister?”

Jing Yuan finally climbed Yuheng Peak, panting, with the rabbits in his arms.

He had only just knocked on the door when it creaked open—and a large black snake poked its triangular head out from the crack, flicking its scarlet tongue.

“Hiss hiss—”