Chapter Six: The Ugly Maidservant

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One had to admit, this cheap master of his was truly formidable. The way he transmitted his skills was incomparably superior to those jade slips of martial arts transmissions he had encountered before.

After the master’s soul transmission into his sea of consciousness, Wan Yi now fully comprehended the two martial arts manuals, reaching an exceptionally proficient level.

It felt as if he had been studying these arts for a long time; with just a thought, he could manipulate them with ease, as naturally as moving his own limbs.

Just as he was exhilarated, a memory flashed through his mind. The next moment, he felt his blood surge with excitement.

“‘Cloud Sea Vault’—no wonder it feels so familiar. If I recall correctly, I once read about it in the Sect’s Historical Records!

This was created by Qiu Daoming, the founding ancestor of the Vast Sect. After several generations, it was lost during the sect’s turmoil. Since then, the ‘Cloud Sea Vault’ has become a lost legacy!”

After his heart settled from the excitement, Wan Yi quickly stepped outside and eagerly began practicing the ‘Cloud Sea Vault.’

No doubt, this heavenly-grade agility technique was extraordinary.

At present, Wan Yi only possessed the cultivation level of the eighth layer of Qi Refinement. Although he had yet to reach the Foundation Establishment stage and could not yet fly freely, with the ‘Cloud Sea Vault,’ he could leap dozens of yards high.

But that was not all. Upon leaping, his body did not fall swiftly; instead, it transformed into a blur that shot rapidly in the direction he intended.

When the momentum waned, he only needed to step lightly into the void with his feet to leap again. Repeating this, as long as the spiritual energy in his dantian did not drain, he could continue darting through the air!

The speed and elegance of the technique were breathtaking!

Though the heavenly-grade agility was impressive, it consumed a great deal of energy. After a short while in the air, Wan Yi felt his dantian’s spiritual energy nearly depleted.

Fearing he might fall and die from exhaustion, he ceased the technique and landed safely.

He retrieved a Qi Recovery Pill from his storage pouch, swallowed it to restore some energy, then took out a voice-transmitting jade talisman.

It had been flashing while he was in the air. Listening to the message inside, a smile spread across Wan Yi’s lips.

“小 Yi Yi, what are you doing? Why are you late today? Missing the time to fertilize the medicinal herb fields—aren’t you afraid the elder will punish you?”

The young girl’s voice was crisp and melodious, like the tinkling of silver bells.

Suppressing the smile on his face, Wan Yi held the jade talisman and replied, “Girl, I’m already on my way. I’ll be there soon.

By the way, I have something good for you today!”

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The reply came almost immediately: “What good thing?”

“You’ll find out when we meet.”

Pocketing the talisman, Wan Yi headed to the manure pit, lifting the large barrels filled with fertilizer onto the cart one by one.

Then, pulling the cart, he instinctively activated the ‘Cloud Sea Vault’ and dashed toward the herb fields on the back mountain.

If the founding ancestor of the Vast Sect knew someone was using the painstakingly created agility technique to pull a manure cart, one wonders what he would think.

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At the back mountain of Dan Peak, endless fields of spiritual herbs stretched as far as the eye could see. Wan Yi pulled the heavy manure cart, panting with exertion as he approached.

From afar, he saw a young girl in a blue dress squatting among the fields, staring blankly at the herbs before her.

Sensing someone behind her, she came back to herself, stood up, and smiled sweetly at Wan Yi, her voice clear and lively:

“小 Yi Yi, you’ve grown bold, daring to delay such an important task as fertilizing the herb fields. Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the elder?”

The girl was tall and well-proportioned, her voice sweet and melodious, her features delicate and expressive. The only flaw was a frightening scar on her left cheek.

Her name was Zhou Tong. According to the original owner of Wan Yi’s body’s memories, she served as the maid overseeing the herb fields at Dan Peak.

After the original owner was sent here to fertilize, they had met a few times but had never truly interacted, not even exchanging words.

One reason was her self-consciousness about her scar, fearing strangers would despise her, so she never initiated conversation.

The other was the original owner’s attitude—he treated her like the other disciples did, disdainfully, as a mere “manure handler,” so he never bothered to warm up to her.

Only after Wan Yi took over the original identity did he begin interacting with the girl.

At first, she was timid in response to Wan Yi’s friendly gestures, afraid he would be like the others—pleasant to the face but duplicitous behind her back.

Outwardly, she thought he befriended her because she was the daughter of the Dan Peak sect leader, but inwardly she suspected ulterior motives.

She had encountered many like him before—people who enjoyed the benefits they could get from her but mocked her appearance when not around.

However, over time, she realized Wan Yi was different; he was not shallow or superficial.

More rare was that he did not know her true identity, treating her simply as the maid in charge of the herb fields.

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Thus, through repeated interactions, they became close friends who shared everything.

Wan Yi’s initial reason for striking up a conversation was simple: he wanted someone to talk to. After all, the task of fertilizing was grueling and lonely; without a companion, he feared he would go mad.

As a modern man, Wan Yi didn’t care about the girl’s scarred appearance.

Now, pulling the manure cart, he reached her side and grinned, “I was delayed by a bit of business. But it’s not too late—I’m only slightly late.”

As he spoke, he lifted his right hand, forming a small frame with his thumb and forefinger.

Seeing Wan Yi’s playful expression, Zhou Tong couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Her large, sparkling eyes rolled playfully as she teased, “I’ll let it slide this time, but if you’re late again, I will definitely report you to the elder.”

Though her words sounded like a scolding, her manner was undeniably coquettish.

Wan Yi chuckled, “I have a reason for being late. If it weren’t to prepare a surprise for you, I wouldn’t have come so late.”

Hearing “surprise,” Zhou Tong recalled the earlier voice message about a gift and couldn’t help but ask, “What did you prepare for me?”

Before she finished speaking, Wan Yi pulled a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.

Seeing him offer the bottle, she hurriedly reached out to take it.

Upon opening the lid, a faint floral fragrance wafted up.

She wrinkled her cute little nose, surprised, yet puzzled, and asked, “What is this?”

Wan Yi smiled slightly, “This is concealer cream, something I personally crafted. It can cover the scar on your face.”

But the moment he said this, the girl’s expression changed dramatically!

Her delicate hand clenched the porcelain bottle tightly as she demanded with urgency, “What did you just say? Say it again?!”

To be continued…