Eternal Life from Taking Care of Master's Wife-Chapter 155 - 34: The Master’s Assessment

Infinite Mountain.

The majestic mountains rise steeply, like sharp swords piercing through the clouds, their heights measuring countless thousands of meters.

Clouds and mist wrap around the mountain waist, with the peaks resembling heavenly palaces, resplendent and majestic.

This is where the Infinite Sword Sect resides.

Because beneath the mountain range lies a top-grade spiritual vein, nurturing the Infinite Mountain Range like an Immortal Mountain Blessed Land, it became the chosen founding place of the Infinite Sword Sect’s ancestors.

The Cyan Cloud Mountain Range of the Cyan Cloud Sect possesses only a low-grade spiritual vein, incomparable and insignificant in comparison, an immeasurable gap between them.

On one of the immortal mountains of the Infinite Mountain, spiritual qi rises like white mist, the purple bamboo radiates light, red clouds glow brightly, perfuming the air.

In the mountain forest, sacred beasts lay calmly, with rare creatures such as celestial cranes and aged apes wandering around.

This is a pure land, peaceful and serene, with no poisonous insects or fierce beasts. The mountain forest nurtures reishi mushrooms, ancient medicines, all blooming with a faint purple glow.

Not far from this, within the Purple Bamboo Forest, lies a spiritual spring, its essence rising gracefully, like pure celestial vapor pervading the air.

Within this spiritual spring, Huangfu Yueyao, the former saintess and now the vice sect leader of the Infinite Sword Sect, a legendary person of unmatched grace, soaks lazily.

Shrouded in mist, her true appearance was obscured, yet this only deepened the desire to behold her celestial visage.

Her immortal-like skin and jade-like body, perfectly proportioned to the golden ratio, enchanting to the eye, with an alluring ambiguity that entices even more.

Her mature and voluptuous form stretches gently, her waist undulating akin to a serpent, charming and captivating, yet exuding an unparalleled languorous ease.

Especially her slender legs, so supple and graceful, a perfect creation of the divine, swaying to accentuate her proud stature with unmatched elegance, rendering all other blossoms pale in comparison.

"Master!"

With a soft voice coming forth, a graceful, alluring woman in red, light and ethereal, floated down beside the spiritual spring, bending down respectfully.

"What is the matter?"

Huangfu Yueyao, still with eyes closed, enjoyed the nourishment of the spiritual spring, her lazy voice steady yet imbued with an irrefutable authority, as melodious as celestial music, like a warm breeze blowing into one’s heart, touching the strings within, carrying a mysterious allure.

"The Cyan Cloud Sect’s sect leader, Qing Yuyao, claiming to be an old acquaintance of yours, sent a letter recommending a disciple under her tutelage. She claims that this disciple possesses extraordinary talent, not inferior to the saintess!"

The woman in red, holding the letter with her white jade-like hands, presented it with both hands.

"Qing Yuyao from the Cyan Cloud Sect?"

Huangfu Yueyao had some impression of the Cyan Cloud Sect, a small sect in Qingzhou, and quickly recalled the name Qing Yuyao.

At her level, people she had met were impossible to forget.

But that was a hundred years ago.

Time flies quickly.

Back then, she was just a fledgling girl, and Qing Yuyao much the same, merely a disciple of the Cyan Cloud Sect, the two of them acquainted and journeying together for a period of time.

Their friendship wasn’t deep, but they did know each other.

Over the years, Qing Yuyao had never sought her out, given the vast difference in their status, and Qing Yuyao had no desire to ingratiate herself to benefit from her position.

Huangfu Yueyao’s impression of Qing Yuyao was quite favorable.

"Extraordinary talent, not inferior to that child Hanyi?"

Huangfu Yueyao’s lips curled slightly, and the letter in the hands of the woman in red automatically floated before her. She was curious to see what sort of talent it was.

Upon opening the letter, inside was Qing Yuyao’s introduction and Zhou Chen’s resume.

"...Zhou Chen, twenty years old, orphan, cultivating for two and a half years, Immortal Martial Dual Cultivation, Sixty-Ninth Body Refining Transformation, Foundation Establishment Perfection..."

Sixty-Ninth Transformation was what Zhou Chen told Qing Yuyao. For his age, this progress was indeed extraordinary, especially given his short time in cultivation.

Should he claim several hundred transformations, it would be terrifying, possibly drawing the Infinite Sword Sect to dissect him for research.

"So fast?"

Huangfu Yueyao’s previously indifferent eyes showed a hint of shock and incredulity, her first thought being that Qing Yuyao was exaggerating to deceive her.

But such matters could easily be verified; deceiving her would only provoke her wrath, potentially bringing catastrophe upon the Cyan Cloud Sect.

Yet Zhou Chen’s speed surpassed even Zhao Hanyi’s.

Zhao Hanyi had been nurtured by the Infinite Sword Sect since childhood, bathed in valuable spirit elixirs from birth.

There were also all sorts of prescriptions specially configured by an Alchemy Grandmaster, unimaginable to ordinary people.

Some are born in Rome.

While some are born as oxen and horses.

Huangfu Yueyao became serious, quickly scanning through Zhou Chen’s information, shocked to find he came from a family of rural hunters in Qinghe County.

And the Old Man Cao who adopted Zhou Chen was just an ordinary person, who, though he stumbled upon a remnant of the Yi Arrow Skill, couldn’t master it.

Before that, Zhou Chen was merely ordinary, a common hunter.

Yet this impoverished hunter, barely subsisting, astonishingly became, in a mere two and a half years, a peerless genius with Sixty-Ninth Body Refining Transformation and Foundation Establishment Perfection.

"Did he unlock his special talent after inheriting from his unwed teacher’s wife upon Old Man Cao’s death?"

"Dual cultivating with a woman allows rapid progress, as if divinely aided?"

"Such a gifted physique is indeed peculiar..."

Though Huangfu Yueyao was a woman, she was a cultivator, not a feminist fairy, unconcerned with such matters as long as it wasn’t depleting yin to replenish yang.

If Zhou Chen’s talent was truly this formidable, she wouldn’t mind providing him with hundreds, thousands, or even millions of women.

Beishan Dao governed over the seventy-two provinces of nine continents, with Qingzhou alone housing tens of billions of people, yet Qingzhou was the weakest, smallest state.

The entire Beishan Dao had a population in the trillions.

There were countless forces and women eager to ingratiate themselves with her; these were non-issues.