Chapter 689 Improvement of the Indestructible True Skill, the Sect's Decision

Yang Jing completely stabilized the Inner Qi in his body, then walked to a corner of the Training Room. He picked up the dry outer robe draped over a stone rack and put it on.

He briefly wiped the sweat from his face and tidied himself up a bit before pushing open the door and stepping outside.

The moment he stepped out of Training Room B-3, the night air rushed to meet him.

It was early in the seventh month, and the sky was completely dark. A few sparse stars dotted the ink-blue canopy, while a sliver of a moon hung askew over the summit of Lingxi Peak, casting a gentle, water-like silver glow.

The mountain flora was lush, and the evening breeze carried the fresh scent of plants and a faint hint of Spiritual Qi. Leaves rustled softly, and the occasional low cry of a night bird only served to make all of Lingxi Peak feel even more tranquil.

In the Training Room area on the mountainside, only a few simple, ancient-looking lanterns were lit. Their dim yellow halos cast shadows of varying lengths on the stone path, mingling with the moonlight to create a uniquely serene and lonely atmosphere.

Yang Jing collected himself and stepped onto the winding mountain path, preparing to head toward the residential area for Inner Sect Disciples.

Just then, at the far end of the path, the stone door of the only A-grade Training Room—a large structure with the faint shimmer of an Array around it—began to open with a low, grinding sound, accompanied by a faint tremor of vital energy.

Hearing the sound, Yang Jing instinctively stopped and looked over, his gaze fixed on the heavy stone door as it slowly swung open.

A moment later, the stone door opened completely. A tall, slender figure with a cool, detached aura walked out gracefully. Her clothes fluttered, and her presence was steady. It was none other than the first disciple of Lingxi Peak, Senior Sister Si Jiawen.

Si Jiawen’s gaze swept the area and landed on Yang Jing, who was standing in front of Training Room B-3. Without a moment’s hesitation, she walked straight toward him.

Seeing this, Yang Jing hurried to meet her.

The two soon met in the middle of the mountain path. Yang Jing immediately bowed and greeted her respectfully, “Greetings, Senior Sister. Have you just finished cultivating and are heading back to rest?”

Si Jiawen stopped, her eyes on Yang Jing. A clear look of confusion and puzzlement crossed her brow as she gently shook her head. “I’m not going to rest. I was waiting for you here.”

Yang Jing froze, his heart skipping a beat. He instinctively steadied his mind, wondering in surprise, ‘Could Senior Sister already know that I’ve broken through to the Qi Absorption Realm?’

Si Jiawen, however, didn’t overthink it. She just sized him up and down carefully, as if looking at some sort of curiosity, before taking a light breath and saying, “Master sent me to find you. She specifically told me to wait until you were done training before bringing you to her.”

After speaking, she couldn’t help but purse her lips, her tone a mix of teasing and confusion. “What kind of magic potion did you give Master? I’ve been on Lingxi Peak for so many years and never received the special treatment of having someone wait for me. And here you are, having just joined the peak, and she has me waiting for you personally.”

Yang Jing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly shook his head. “Senior Sister, please don’t joke. This disciple has always been nothing but respectful toward Master. How could I dare show any disrespect?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a realization dawned on Yang Jing. An irrepressible wave of anticipation and excitement surged through him.

‘Master summoning me this late at night must mean there’s a result from the sect leadership’s discussion about resource allocation in the Main Peak’s great hall today!’

His heart began to beat a little faster. He felt both nervous and thrilled, eager to find out what level of resources the sect had decided to grant him and what arrangements the higher-ups had finally made.

Although Si Jiawen didn’t know why their Master had been frequently summoning Yang Jing alone recently, she still lifted her chin slightly and said, “Let’s go, Junior Brother. Master is waiting. On all of Lingxi Peak, you’re the only one who gets this kind of treatment.”

Yang Jing could hear the slightly sour, teasing undertone in his Senior Sister’s voice and found it amusing, but he didn’t take it to heart.

He knew that while his Senior Sister usually appeared as cool and aloof as an unapproachable snow lily on a mountain, she was actually sharp-tongued but soft-hearted toward him.

Yang Jing immediately nodded respectfully. “Yes, Senior Sister. We should hurry over and not keep Master waiting.”

Si Jiawen gave a slight nod and said no more. She turned and began walking up the winding mountain path toward the summit of Lingxi Peak, bathed in moonlight.

Yang Jing quickly followed. One behind the other, they ascended the stone steps, which were drenched in the silvery glow.

The watery moonlight spilled onto the quiet mountain path as the evening breeze gently blew, carrying the fresh scent of plants.

As Si Jiawen walked, she casually glanced back at Yang Jing, who was half a step behind her, his stride steady and sure.

Her cherry-red lips moved slightly. In the end, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity and wanted to ask why Master had been placing so much importance on Yang Jing lately, summoning him so frequently.

But the words died on her lips, and she forced herself to swallow them.

‘Since Master hasn’t told me of her own accord, there must be a deeper reason. As her disciple, it’s not my place to pry into the sect’s or Master’s arrangements.’

Thinking this, Si Jiawen closed her slightly parted lips, but a sliver of anticipation secretly grew in her heart.

‘Master had me specifically wait for Yang Jing outside the Training Room today. Maybe… maybe when we get to the Lingxi Great Hall, she’ll tell me what’s going on with him herself?’

Holding on to this small hope, the two walked the rest of the way in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Soon, they reached the summit of Lingxi Peak.

At this hour, Lingxi Plaza had lost its daytime bustle. Only a handful of Inner Sect Disciples remained, some meditating cross-legged in corners, others talking in low voices. Their presences were calm, and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

A few disciples saw Si Jiawen and Yang Jing walking side-by-side toward the Lingxi Great Hall and immediately understood they were going to see the Peak Master. Envious looks appeared in their eyes.

To be summoned by the Peak Master late at night was, of course, a great honor.

When the two arrived outside the entrance to the Lingxi Great Hall, the disciple on duty immediately bowed and said respectfully, “Greetings, Senior Sister. Greetings, Senior Brother Yang.”

After bowing, the disciple straightened up, gestured toward the hall, and said, “The Peak Master has given an order. The two of you may enter directly today without being announced.”

Si Jiawen and Yang Jing nodded and walked into the Lingxi Great Hall, one after the other.

Inside the great hall, the light from the lamps was soft. Bai Bing sat high above on a cattail cushion. The moonlight and the hall’s gentle glow intertwined, making her features seem even more exquisitely beautiful. In the night, her aura was even cooler and more transcendent, like a celestial maiden under the moon.

Hearing footsteps, Bai Bing raised her eyes toward the entrance. Si Jiawen and Yang Jing were already walking into the hall side-by-side.

The two walked to the center of the great hall and bowed in unison, their voices respectful and synchronized. “Greetings, Master.”

Bai Bing nodded slightly. Her gaze first fell on Si Jiawen, and she said coolly, “Jia Wen, you may leave.”

Si Jiawen froze, stunned on the spot.

Before coming, she had been hopeful, thinking Master might reveal something to her tonight.

She never expected to be dismissed by Master the moment she stepped into the hall.

Her delicate face fell instantly, and her elegant brows furrowed. Filled with frustration and confusion, she still didn’t dare disobey her master’s command and could only nod sullenly. “Yes, Master.”

Though thoroughly frustrated, Si Jiawen still bowed respectfully, turned, and quietly exited the Lingxi Great Hall, gently closing the doors behind her.

In an instant, only Bai Bing and Yang Jing remained in the great hall. The atmosphere became quiet and solemn.

Bai Bing’s gaze fell upon Yang Jing, who stood below with a bow. A trace of gentleness appeared in her cool eyes as she spoke slowly, her voice clear and pleasant. “Jing’Er, regarding the sect’s arrangements for your Cultivation Resources, the higher-ups have finished their discussions and reached a decision.”

Hearing this, Yang Jing’s heart leaped, and his focus sharpened instantly.

He snapped his head up, unable to hide the fervent anticipation in his eyes. He looked at his Master seated above, his heart a whirlwind of apprehension, nervousness, and excitement.

‘If I can get the sect’s full support, my strength is bound to take a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering leap forward!’

He just didn’t know yet what kind of resources, what level of treatment, the sect had arranged for him.

But seeing the faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his Master’s lips—a smile tinged with gratification—Yang Jing felt a growing certainty that some incredibly good news awaited him.

At this thought, Yang Jing’s anticipation grew even stronger. He subconsciously quieted his breathing, waiting silently for his Master to speak.