Feeling the soft sensation transmitted from his arm, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but swallow hard, his heart pounding wildly.

He never expected that the usually reserved and unassuming Eldest Senior Sister would have such a perfect figure…

Qi Yuan forcibly suppressed the alluring thoughts in his mind and subtly tried to pull his arm outward. Not only did he fail, but it was held even tighter.

“Eldest Senior Sister, you’re…”

“I missed you, so I came to see you.” Bai Xirou gazed at Qi Yuan with tender affection, her eyes so gentle they seemed capable of dripping water.

Witnessing this scene, the atmosphere in the area turned eerily quiet. Everyone around wore expressions of shattered worldviews, each standing dumbfounded like clay statues.

It’s confirmed!

The number one beauty of Falling Cloud Valley, the dream goddess of countless male cultivators within the valley, had actually been won over by a guy who had been here for less than two months!

Looking at the radiant and dazzling Bai Xirou, Nie Cuilan seemed somewhat dazed, involuntarily feeling a wave of inferiority.

Although she was quite confident in her own appearance, she still had some self-awareness. Compared to the fairy-like beauty of Eldest Senior Sister, she fell far short, not even qualifying for comparison.

“Senior Brother Qi, Eldest Senior Sister.”

Nie Cuilan was momentarily stunned before forcing out a faint smile. “You two chat; I’ll head back first.”

Without waiting for their response, she hurriedly left, her steps appearing somewhat flustered.

Bai Xirou seemed not to hear Nie Cuilan’s words at all. Instead, she spoke to Qi Yuan in a soft, coquettish tone:

“Junior Brother Qi, what brings you to the Scripture Pavilion?”

“Uh… I came to select a few cultivation techniques.”

With a warm and fragrant jade-like figure pressed against him, Qi Yuan’s mind was somewhat chaotic. He couldn’t understand at all why she would make such an intimate gesture in public and could only stammer out a response.

“Junior Brother Qi is truly diligent and ambitious. In that case, I won’t disturb you.” Bai Xirou nodded with a blossoming smile. “Remember to return early; I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

After saying this, she reluctantly released Qi Yuan’s arm and gracefully departed.

Whoosh!

Only after that graceful figure disappeared did the surrounding crowd snap out of their daze, erupting in waves of exclamations.

“Am I dreaming? Someone please wake me up…”

“Wow, so Big Qi and Eldest Senior Sister are already living together?”

“No! I object to this marriage!”

“Senior Brother Qi… uh no, Master Qi, could you teach me? Tuition is no problem!”

“Junior Brother Qi, is it too late for me to acknowledge you as my big brother now?”

For a moment, countless male cultivators present were heartbroken. Their gazes toward Qi Yuan were filled with envy and jealousy, wishing they could replace him on the spot.

Seeing the situation growing increasingly chaotic, Qi Yuan quickly extricated himself from the crowd and hastily slipped into the Scripture Pavilion.

Meanwhile.

Falling Cloud Valley Main Hall.

The spacious hall was already set with a banquet feast. Teams of disciples carried various rare delicacies and fine dishes, weaving through the crowd.

The guest of honor here, Piao Genshuo, the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary, unceremoniously took the seat of honor. His face wore a reserved smile as he enjoyed the deliberate flattery from everyone in the hall.

Beside him, Falling Cloud Valley’s Sect Master Bai Qingwu personally kept him company, introducing the spiritual wine on the table:

“Holy Scion, please look. These bottles of Drunken Immortal Brew are a specialty of our Falling Cloud Valley. They are brewed from dozens of spiritual fruits and have a fresh, mellow, sweet taste…”

Before he could finish speaking, Piao Genshuo sneered disdainfully. “What good produce could possibly come from such a remote backwater? Better not embarrass yourselves by bringing it out. How about something more substantial instead?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze. Many high-ranking members of Falling Cloud Valley present were seething with anger. However, constrained by the other party’s status, they dared not openly confront him and could only forcibly swallow their rage.

If they offended the Holy Scion of the Celestial Zenith Sanctuary, he could annihilate Falling Cloud Valley with just a flick of his finger.

Bai Qingwu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the disgust and resentment in his heart. He spoke in a calm tone:

“You are right. Our Falling Cloud Valley is merely a small sect unworthy of catching the Holy Scion’s eye.”

Then he shot a meaningful glance toward the Treasure Pavilion Elder beside him.

The Treasure Pavilion Elder immediately understood. He hurriedly took out an exquisitely decorated storage ring from his sleeve and respectfully presented it to Piao Genshuo.

“This is our humble sect’s small token of appreciation. We hope the Holy Scion will not disdain it.”

Piao Genshuo took the storage ring and briefly inspected its contents. His expression immediately darkened. He casually tossed the ring onto the ground and said coldly:

“You dare offer such trifles? Do you truly take this Holy Scion for a beggar!”

The storage ring contained a full ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. Who would have thought this guy still wouldn’t be satisfied…

Bai Qingwu’s eyelids twitched. He quickly offered an apologetic smile:

“Holy Scion, please state your requirements freely. As long as it is within our capability, our sect will certainly strive to fulfill them.”

“Very well.” Piao Genshuo gave a faint smile and expressionlessly took out a jade slip from his robe. “If you wish to prove your sincerity, gather all the items listed here and deliver them to this Holy Scion.”

“Otherwise, it will prove your contempt for my Celestial Zenith Sanctuary. Then don’t blame this Holy Scion for showing no mercy!”

Hearing this, everyone’s expression in the hall changed.

Regardless of what his demands were for now, this behavior was practically open robbery. This Holy Scion’s conduct was arrogant and overbearing to the extreme. Was this still supposed to be an orthodox righteous sect?

Bai Qingwu took the jade slip and probed it with his spiritual sense.

The next moment, his face abruptly changed color; cold sweat gradually beaded on his forehead.

One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones.

Fifty top-grade magical artifacts.

Twenty beautiful maidens…

After a long while, he finally raised his head and spoke with a bitter expression:

“Holy Scion… our Falling Cloud Valley truly cannot produce such an amount.”

“Hmph!” Piao Genshuo snorted coldly and said threateningly: “This Holy Scion will stay in your Falling Cloud Valley for three days. If you cannot gather everything within three days… bear the consequences yourselves!”

With that said, he stood up directly and walked out of the hall without looking back, leaving only the Falling Cloud Valley members behind exchanging bewildered glances.