Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity

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“Yes, I’m here.” An Miaoyi pulled Ye Junlin out with one hand and introduced, “This is Ye Fan.”

“Young Master Ye, I admire your skills!” Fan Dezhen’s expression changed slightly as he clasped his hands.

For some reason, seeing Ye Junlin’s persona made his heart skip a beat.

Ye Junlin smiled, “That’s flattering; it’s just a little trick I have up my sleeve.”

Seeing Uncle Fan’s flattering demeanor, An Miaoyi found it a bit strange.

Swish! Whoosh!

At that moment, Hong Qianye and Li Wujie landed next to Ye Junlin.

“Greetings, fellow Daoists.” Fan Dezhen didn’t dare to be negligent; after all, he had seen just how formidable these two were.

Hong Qianye opened her mouth, about to say “Master,” but suddenly heard a voice transmission that made her swallow it back with a strange look, saying, “Ye, Brother Ye, the problems outside have been dealt with.”

“That’s good.” Ye Junlin nodded with a smile.

“These two are…” An Miaoyi’s eyes widened, fixating almost entirely on Hong Qianye, amazed by her beauty and grace.

So beautiful, like a fairy!

Ye Junlin said earnestly, “This one in red is called Wang Cuihua, and this one wielding the sword is Li Tiedan!”

Hong Qianye shot an incredulous glance, thinking, what is this guy smoking?

Wang Cuihua! I’m definitely not called that!

But then, meeting Ye Junlin’s meaningful gaze, the once formidable sect leader of the Demon Cult bowed his head and reluctantly said, “Yes, I’m Wang Cuihua.”

Saying this name made Hong Qianye feel a bit ashamed, and her dissatisfaction with Ye Junlin rose to a new level.

Li Wujie scratched his head, “Right, I’m Li Tiedan!”

Li Wujie didn’t mind; as long as it was his Master’s order, he’d hundred percent comply without a grumble!

“Greetings to the two of you, fellow Daoists.” An Miaoyi nodded, especially surprised by Hong Qianye’s name being so mismatched with her image.

So pretty, yet called Wang Cuihua—what a pity…

Then, after some polite exchanges, An Miaoyi was pulled back by Fan Dezhen.

“Master, what were you just…” Li Wujie asked tentatively.

Ye Junlin casually placed one hand behind his back and held a flute in front of his belly, pretended to cough a few times, and solemnly said, “I think that group of impostors will likely act again. It’s best to keep our lips zipped in these next few days to avoid alarming the snake.”

“Master is wise!” Li Wujie flattered.

Hong Qianye grumbled in her heart; it’s one thing to say that, but why do I have to be called Wang Cuihua?!

Are you a talent for naming or what?!

Meanwhile, Fan Dezhen remarked, “That Young Master Ye is no simple character. He didn’t even show up last night but managed to use his flute to take down enemies and resolve this crisis, playing that group of Underworld creatures like a fiddle. Impressive, truly impressive.”

“Uncle Fan, really? Is it that exaggerated?” An Miaoyi was surprised.

“And I can tell the other two hold him in high regard throughout this—this solidifies my belief in Young Master Ye’s strength even more.”

Fan Dezhen’s gaze grew deep in thought, “And for some reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity when those few gathered together.”

“Uncle Fan, don’t think too much; Young Master Ye and the others are good people. When Medicine King Valley opens, we should consider traveling with them,” An Miaoyi said.

Fan Dezhen said seriously, “Miss, you might know their faces but not their hearts. You’ve spent too long in Wendaozong and don’t know the dangers of the outside world. Those few give off a strange vibe; we need to be cautious, after all…”

“Oh please, Uncle Fan, you’re starting to sound more and more like my dad with the lecturing. I just couldn’t stand my dad’s nagging, which is why I wanted to sneak out. I’m tired now, I need to sleep. See you in the morning!” An Miaoyi quickly slipped into her room, slamming the door.

Fan Dezhen stood there, dumbfounded, then shook his head and sighed, “Master, your precious daughter is really hard to handle.”

Morning arrived.

The guests in the inn gradually woke up, completely unaware of what happened last night, even feeling quite satisfied with the dreams they had.

“Master, this is your tiramisu.” Bai Xiaoxi presented a plate, gently placing the freshly made dessert on the table.

Ye Junlin took a spoon, had a taste, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he praised, “Xiaoxi, you’re truly a culinary genius!”

“Hehe, it’s nothing much!” Bai Xiaoxi scratched its head, feeling a bit bashful from the Master’s compliment and greatly pleased inside.

“By the way, did you sleep well last night?” Ye Junlin asked on purpose.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xiaoxi’s eyes brightened, and excitedly said, “Master, I had a sweet dream last night! There were so many delicious foods! After I ate to my heart’s content, I lay on a cloud and slept so well!”

Ye Junlin laughed, “Haha, sounds interesting.”

As expected, this little white-haired mouse is carefree; even in dreams, it can sleep soundly.

“Master, do you think there’s really a world like the one I described? I really want to see it!” Bai Xiaoxi dreamily said.

Ye Junlin patted its head, “The universe is vast, perhaps there really exists the kind of world you’re talking about. If we have the chance, I’ll take you there!”

“Yay!” Bai Xiaoxi hopped up joyfully, like a naive child.

Just then.

A huge commotion erupted in a valley protected by a mysterious forbidden formation, a hundred miles from Tianling City.

Boom!!!

Bright, brilliant beams of light shot into the sky, and countless runes swirled like tadpoles above, releasing an aura that was hard to resist.

In an instant, various cultivators, who were always monitoring the situation, changed their expressions dramatically, their eyes filled with delight.

“The Medicine King Valley has opened! The Medicine King Valley has opened!!!” Exclamations erupted, shaking the heavens.

This news swiftly reached Tianling City.

Boom!

Tianling City immediately burst into a frenzy!

No matter the streets, alleys, inns, pubs, or even brothels, cultivators could be seen quickly taking off, soaring through the air on their flying swords.

Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh—

The sound of wind was sharp and piercing.

In mid-air, countless cultivators rushed toward the Medicine King Valley, leaving behind trails of all sorts of colors.

“Strange, the timing doesn’t align with rumors; this opening is so sudden!” In the corridor, An Miaoyi watched the vast array of cultivators, marveling.

“Let’s go to the Medicine King Valley!” Fan Dezhen’s face grew serious, grabbing An Miaoyi as they vanished from their spot, and moments later, the two were already miles away.

“Master, let’s hurry up.” Hong Qianye and Li Wujie appeared and clasped their hands formally.

Ye Junlin took his time finishing his tiramisu, holding Bai Xiaoxi’s hand as he stepped out the door, “Let’s go to the Medicine King Valley!”