Supreme Master: Cultivation Starts After Recruiting SSS-Grade Talent-Chapter 41 - Trip

After the dust of battle had settled, and the Profound Purity Sect lay in ruins, thoroughly emptied of all their treasures by the Chen family, the elders wasted no time in inviting Xie Ren to their home as an honored guest.

Their invitation was sincere, filled with gratitude and respect. Since it was Chen Yinyin’s home, Xie Ren saw no reason to refuse.

That evening, a small banquet was arranged in his honor. Although modest in scale, the atmosphere was lively.

For the Chen family, this was more than just a welcome feast, it was a celebration of their solid dominance.

With the fall of the Profound Purity Sect, they stood unchallenged as the undisputed overlords of Empyrean Cloud City. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Wine flowed, dishes piled high, and laughter echoed into the night. Yet, amid all the joy, Xie Ren remained calm and quiet, sipping his tea as he listened. His eyes caught everything, every toasting elder, every proud and boastful junior.

Power is fleeting, he thought. Without a strong foundation, today’s glory could become tomorrow’s ruin.

The next morning, the sun had just begun to peek over the mountains when Chen Yinyin awoke from her slumber.

To her surprise, the exhaustion and weakness she had suffered after pushing her demonic form to its limits had vanished. She felt light, as if her body had been reborn.

Such monstrous recovery speed was something only someone who once carried the title of Demon Sovereign could claim.

Standing in the courtyard, Xie Ren watched her silently, his hands folded behind his back. Seeing her refreshed appearance, he nodded slightly in approval.

However, a master’s duty was not only to praise but also to guide.

"You went too far yesterday," He said.

Chen Yinyin lowered her head slightly, guilt flickering across her face, but said nothing.

"You are not yet ready to fully control such power," he continued. "If I hadn’t been there to suppress it, you would have been consumed."

"They forced my hand," Yinyin whispered. "If I had to show them."

Her stubbornness was something he was getting used to. Xie Ren sighed softly. He stepped forward and patted her silky black hair.

"It’s good you understand. But," he said, and a faint smile curved his lips, "you managed to merge the Scripture with your demonic Technique. That’s something even I didn’t expect so soon."

Hearing her master’s praise and feeling his hand on her head, Chen Yinyin’s cheeks turned bright red. She quickly took a step back, flustered and unable to meet his eyes.

"It’s all thanks to Master’s guidance," she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Xie Ren chuckled quietly, a helpless but warm smile on his face.

For a moment, the courtyard felt peaceful.

But the calm did not last long.

Suddenly, Chen Yinyin’s eyes sharpened. She sensed it, a presence approaching fast.

She looked up. Above them, a female figure riding a gleaming flying sword, and descended gracefully from the sky.

Trailing behind her was another girl dressed in a vibrant red robe, her sleeves fluttering in the breeze.

Chen Yinyin’s eyes narrowed the moment she recognized the face.

It was Mo Wushuang.

She was the one who was the cause of all this mess which nearly destroyed the Chen family’s entire bloodline.

"Mo Wushuang," Chen Yinyin said coldly, stepping forward, "you are not welcome here. Leave immediately."

Mo Wushuang, who had now fully recovered, stood proudly, her expression once again cold and aloof, the same arrogance she wore like armor.

Facing Yinyin’s warning, Mo Wushuang merely furrowed her brows slightly but did not back away.

Instead, she turned toward Xie Ren, stepped forward, and bowed deeply. "Disciple Mo Wushuang greets Master!"

Xie Ren, hands behind his back, felt a headache forming.

He had known that once they meet, they would clash, it was inevitable given their long, bitter history.

"Mo Wushuang, no need for such formalities. From now on, when you see me, there’s no need to bow," Xie Ren said.

"Mo Wushuang thanks Master!" she replied, though the words felt somewhat forced. Despite already acknowledging Xie Ren as her master, Mo Wushuang’s pride, the pride of a former sovereign, still lingered within her. The idea of continuing with such formalities, especially toward him, unsettled her.

"Yinyin," Xie Ren continued, his gaze softening as he turned to his other disciple. "Remember, guests are guests. Since Junior Sister Mo Wushuang is here, how can you dismiss her without giving her a chance to speak? After all, she came here with your Senior Sister Yue!"

Chen Yinyin’s eyes flickered with realization. She had let her irritation cloud her judgment. With a sigh, she turned toward Yue, taking her delicate hand in her own.

"Sister Yue, no matter what happens between Mo Wushuang and me today, it’s not your problem. Please, don’t let it trouble you," she said, her voice gentle.

Lan Yue nodded reluctantly, her eyes filled with understanding. She could not interfere in the feud between Yinyin and Mo Wushuang, it was too deep. Moreover, Xie Ren present, she knew he would not allow his two disciples to clash openly in front of him.

"Mo Wushuang," Chen Yinyin said, her tone sharpening once more, "Since Master says I haven’t given you a chance to speak, I’ll grant you that. Speak your mind. But after you’re done, leave immediately!"

The words stung. Mo Wushuang, who had long been accustomed to pride and dignity, bristled. She had endured Chen Yinyin’s cold treatment for far too long, and now her anger could no longer be contained.

"Chen Yinyin!" she snapped,. "Do you think I enjoy being here? If your Chen family hadn’t nearly been destroyed because of me, I wouldn’t step foot in this place even if you begged me! Don’t think for a second that I care for this petty little gathering!"

"Mo Wushuang, just say what you want and leave! If you have nothing to say, then go!" Chen Yinyin’s patience had run out and her temper flared.

"Fine! I’ll leave!" Mo Wushuang retorted. "Do you think I enjoy being in this lowly place? It’s beneath me!"

Xie Ren watched with amusement and mild exasperation, though his lips curled into a wry smile. These two are always at each other’s throats.

He sighed inwardly. "Now, now, let’s hear what she has to say."

Despite her disdain for Chen Yinyin’s insolent words, Mo Wushuang turned to Xie Ren, who awaited her explanation with a level gaze.

"Master," she said hesitatingly, "I came here to apologize to Second Senior Sister."

At her words, Chen Yinyin’s brows furrowed in disbelief. She tilted her head and scoffed. "I don’t accept it."

Mo Wushuang shot her a cold glance, unphased. "I already said my part. I don’t care whether you accept it or not."

The two women stared at each other, the tension thick in the air. Xie Ren felt a dull headache brewing.

This was becoming a cycle. He knew he had to intervene, or else these two would continue to clash every time they crossed paths. There had to be a way to resolve their lingering grudge.

Just as he was about to speak, a soft voice echoed in his mind. It was the little fairy.

[Lord Immortal, may I suggest a way to mediate between them?]

Xie Ren’s brow raised in mild curiosity. "Speak."

[How about taking them along on a journey to deal with the Mystic Frost Sect?] the fairy suggested. [This way, they can settle their differences along the way, and perhaps even form a bond during the journey.]

Xie Ren’s lips curled upward slightly. "Hmm..."

The fairy added, sniffing the air dramatically, [And I can smell... luck points in the air. The journey will benefit us greatly.]

Xie Ren chuckled lightly. "You can smell luck points?"

[Metaphorically speaking, of course,]

Xie Ren’s eyes shifted to his three disciples, who were waiting patiently.

"Alright," he said with a smile. "I think it’s time we settle matters with the Mystic Frost Sect. Let’s take a trip."