Eye-Type Spiritual Tool

Zhao Xinting never imagined that the once-mighty Purple Extreme Demon Sovereign would find himself reduced to being threatened by someone tugging at his pants.

Why did such a wretched thing as the Mortal Transformation Stage even exist? Zhao Xinting felt as though he had been thrown back to an era long past, when he was frequently harassed by street hooligans—only this time, the hooligan was a woman.

Reluctantly, Zhao Xinting peeled the spirit fruit and offered it to Ling Cuiyan. She chuckled softly, lifting the corner of her veil to reveal her delicate lips. “Feed me,” she said.

His scalp tingling, Zhao Xinting picked up the fruit and brought it to her slightly parted cherry lips. “You mentioned earlier that you might occasionally allow me to go outside. Was that true?” he asked cautiously.

Ling Cuiyan smiled as she savored the fruit. “Of course, but only if my little pet behaves well.”

Hearing this, Zhao Xinting’s eyes flashed with determination. He gritted his teeth, his mind repeating a mantra: Endure humiliation, bide my time, lie low, and strike with one fatal blow!

—

Ye Qishuang had returned to the sect.

Though she appeared unharmed, she brought back a bloodied, wrinkled severed arm, which was hung high at the sect’s gates as a warning to others.

The miniature Rebirth Tower flew out from Ye Qishuang’s sleeve, expanding rapidly until it returned to its original position.

At the base of the tower, Ye Qishuang summoned all the disciples who had participated in the battle, including Qin Gou.

“You have upheld the honor of the Mystic Maiden Palace. As promised, each of you will receive a personal cleansing and refinement session from me, as well as twelve hours in the Rebirth Tower. Additionally, Qin Yue will receive double the reward,” Ye Qishuang announced, her good mood evident in the faint smile gracing her lips.

Qin Gou responded humbly, “Palace Master, this was not my achievement alone. To be honest, I didn’t even encounter Qiu Qianyu in the Falling Immortal Forest.”

“Don’t be so modest, Qin Yue,” Fu Yan interjected. “If it weren’t for your puppet, we wouldn’t have won so easily.”

“Exactly! I used to think you were just an outsider who didn’t belong here, and I looked down on you. But now I owe you an apology. Without you, who knows how the Nine Hells disciples would’ve humiliated me?” another disciple added.

Ye Qishuang smiled and said, “I always keep my word. The twenty-four hours in the Rebirth Tower are well-deserved. Besides, I’m personally curious to see how far you can go in the tower.”

Her gaze turned cold as she added, “It’s just a shame that the Nine Hells Old Ghost disrupted things, forcing you to start over from scratch without any additional aptitude improvements. Truly infuriating.”

“May I enter the tower now?” Qin Gou asked politely.

“Why the rush?” Ye Qishuang asked, puzzled. “Of course you may, but wouldn’t it be better to rest for a few days and recover your energy?”

Qin Gou smiled calmly. “Fighting the Nine Hells disciples drained my spiritual energy, but the Rebirth Tower doesn’t rely on that.”

Ye Qishuang’s eyes gleamed with approval. If Qin Yue weren’t actually Qin Gou, she thought, he would truly be an extraordinary talent. The Seed Demon Holy Sect had certainly found a treasure.

“Very well. Enter the tower. I look forward to seeing your performance,” she said.

Qin Gou nodded and strode confidently into the Rebirth Tower.

—

Outside, the tower’s surface lit up with shimmering points of light, each representing a challenger’s progress. Qin Gou’s light moved swiftly, leaping from level to level with remarkable speed.

“Brother Qin is truly impressive,” Chi Yuchao said, crossing his arms with a proud smile.

“It seems he was holding back during his last attempt. This time, he’s giving it his all to avoid wasting time,” Ye Qishuang murmured, her gaze fixed on the lively, darting light.

—

“Greetings, Sister Chengying!” a disciple called out.

Yi Chengying approached, her expression joyful. Her bright eyes scanned the area, searching for Qin Gou. Realizing he wasn’t present, she visibly relaxed.

Ye Qishuang raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Palace Master, Sister Cuiyan has returned! The only wielder of an eye-type spiritual tool in our Mystic Maiden Palace is back,” Yi Chengying said with a radiant smile.

Ye Qishuang’s eyes sparkled with barely contained excitement. “Did you summon her to see me immediately?”

“I’ve already sent someone to fetch Sister Cuiyan,” Yi Chengying replied, her tone respectful.

“Good. Little Chair, you’re becoming sharper by the day. I’m starting to like you more and more,” Ye Qishuang said, patting Yi Chengying’s head affectionately.

Yi Chengying beamed, her face lighting up with a delighted smile. She had no choice but to be sharp—she was the only one in the entire Mystic Maiden Palace who knew Qin Yue’s true identity. With Qin Gou holding such a dangerous secret over her, she felt like she was walking on thin ice.

“Palace Master, is it Qin Yue currently in the Rebirth Tower?” Yi Chengying asked cautiously.

“Who else could it be?”

“Then I’ll take my leave to attend to other matters,” Yi Chengying said nervously.

“Oh? What’s gotten into you? You’re acting so strangely,” Ye Qishuang remarked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing,” Yi Chengying stammered before hastily retreating. She couldn’t afford to linger—her actions had essentially betrayed the Heavenly Master. If he found out, she feared she’d go from “Little Chair” to “Dead Chair.”

Ye Qishuang, too excited about Ling Cuiyan’s return, didn’t dwell on Yi Chengying’s odd behavior.

—

Soon, Ling Cuiyan arrived, her face partially veiled. She bowed deeply before Ye Qishuang. “Palace Master, Little Hammer has successfully gained the trust of the Daliang Empress…”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear about such trivial matters!” Ye Qishuang interrupted.

“Trivial…?” Ling Cuiyan was taken aback. The Palace Master had been adamant about the importance of winning over the Daliang Empress. Now, her hard-earned success was being dismissed as trivial? The world seemed to have turned upside down.

“Little Hammer, can your eye-type spiritual tool see through all disguises and illusions?” Ye Qishuang asked directly.

Ling Cuiyan nodded confidently. “If I use it to its full potential, no disguise or illusion can fool me.”

“Excellent. I have an important task for you. If you succeed, I’ll grant you one wish,” Ye Qishuang said.

“Then… I’d like a Dao companion!” Ling Cuiyan blurted out, immediately regretting her boldness. Seeing that Ye Qishuang wasn’t angry, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Qishuang chuckled. “Judging by the look on your face, it seems you already have someone in mind. When will you bring him to me so I can evaluate him?”

Ling Cuiyan’s cheeks flushed with excitement. “That fool doesn’t know much. If he meets someone as extraordinary as you, Palace Master, he’ll probably be too scared to stand. But if you’re curious, I can have him brought here right away.”

(Incoming call.)