You Wouldn’t Want Your Sect Master to Unlock the Defeat CG, Right?

In the blink of an eye, the day of Qin Ximo’s departure had arrived.

This Sect Master was not one who cared much for formalities.

Despite her esteemed position, she did not like to be surrounded by attendants when leaving the sect.

In fact, what this aloof sword immortal disliked most was having people crowd around her.

So this time, when leaving the sect, Qin Ximo only informed her two junior martial siblings.

Xiao Menglan had nothing to do and readily agreed.

Lu Jiansheng found an excuse to decline.

Qin Ximo saw through it, but did not expose him, simply letting him go.

She thought that perhaps her two junior siblings still held some distance between each other.

But since they were all disciples of the same sect, what overnight grudge could exist?

After all, in the future, they would need to support one another.

The path of cultivation was long.

Only those of similar realms could accompany one another through life.

Xiao Menglan woke early and helped Xueyan wash and dress, then left the Yao Yue Palace to head for Sword Peak.

Cultivators generally had no strong sense of time.

Especially Qin Ximo, who usually spent her days practicing swordsmanship and drinking wine.

When her sword forms felt perfect, or when she sobered up, that was when she would step out of her cave dwelling.

Sword Peak naturally had a palace—the residence of the sect masters of Qingyun Sword Sect throughout history.

It was constructed with the finest materials in the cultivation world.

The treasures stored inside were beyond count.

It was grand and magnificent, dozens of times more luxurious than the palaces of mortal emperors.

Since taking the position of sect master, Qin Ximo rarely stayed there.

Even when she was still a core disciple, she preferred to live elsewhere.

She carved out her own cave residence on the peak—though not small, it appeared simple and plain, perhaps even less grand than some inner sect disciples’ caves.

But Qin Ximo had always disdained superficial luxuries.

When Xiao Menglan visited her senior martial sister, she never went to the palace.

She always came directly to the cave dwelling.

When the two arrived, Qin Ximo was already standing at the entrance.

One hand resting on her sword, the other holding a wine jug.

Looking closely, the elegant sword immortal still had droplets of water at the corner of her lips and upon her pale throat.

Her collar was slightly damp.

Cao Xueyan, with her sharp eyes, noticed the faint curve of shadow within that wet patch.

Inwardly, she compared Qin Ximo and Xiao Menglan.

The final judgment—Xiao Menglan won without suspense.

Qin Ximo’s figure… could only be described as: it exists, and that is good enough.

Half-drunk, Qin Ximo did not notice Cao Xueyan’s tiny movements.

Seeing Xiao Menglan arrive, she circulated her spiritual power to dispel the wine haze.

Her complexion returned to its pure snow-white.

The faint intoxicated flush faded, though when she faced Xiao Menglan and Cao Xueyan, her cool demeanor always held a hint of softness.

“It has only been a short time since I last saw you, yet your cultivation has progressed again,” Qin Ximo said.

“You are already one step away from Foundation Establishment. Will it happen soon?”

Her voice carried traces of genuine surprise.

Xiao Menglan replied, “Senior Sister, I intend to let my disciple attempt Innate Foundation Establishment. It cannot be rushed—we are still lacking a few innate spirit materials.”

“I heard you visited many people recently, and you owe quite a few favors, don’t you?”

Qin Ximo smiled slightly, though her tone held mild reproach.

“Why did you not come to me? Has the relationship between us sisters become so distant?”

This senior sister is heartbroken.

It turned out that those who rarely joked could deal quite a strong impact when they did.

Cao Xueyan also felt that this Qin Shishu was quite beautiful.

Especially her cold and distant temperament—it was captivating.

If only she weren’t so proud and aloof…

Suddenly, Cao Xueyan recalled Qin Ximo’s tragic ending in the simulator.

Her heart tightened, and she found it difficult to face her.

Even though the simulation was just text, human imagination was powerful.

Words became images.

Images became sound.

The image of Qin Ximo crawling on the ground with a collar around her neck, being led by a chain, appeared vividly in her mind.

That fallen beauty—both honey and poison.

Qin Ximo spoke again, turning the topic to Cao Xueyan.

“Achieving the Innate Dao Foundation is no easy matter.”

“You and I succeeded only because we possessed supreme single spiritual roots. If we had failed, imagine what would have become of us. If this child fails, how will she endure?”

Xiao Menglan replied, “Zhao Yunlu gave me several Meridian-Guarding Pills. Before she attempts breakthrough, she will take them. They can protect her heart meridian. No matter what, her life and basic foundation will be preserved.”

Qin Ximo sighed.

“If you insist so strongly, I will say no more.”

Xiao Menglan spoke to Qin Ximo via spiritual transmission:

“If my disciple can form the Innate Dao Foundation, her chances of forming a Core will be much higher. She is obedient and gentle—I wish for her to accompany me for a few hundred years more.”

Qin Ximo also transmitted in return:

“If that is your heart, why not say it to your disciple?”

Xiao Menglan smiled bitterly.

“I fear that if she strives too hard, her obsession will grow too deep, and she may fall into inner deviation. So I only encourage her—I never force her.”

“You…” Qin Ximo didn’t know what to say.

She felt Xiao Menglan seemed to care for this disciple too much.

Not that anything was necessarily wrong—but instinct told her something about this seemed… hidden.

“When I am gone, your master will have no one to rely on in the sect. You must take good care of her. Do not let her suffer.”

Qin Ximo said this half-jokingly.

After all—disciples avoiding trouble was already good enough.

How could a disciple be expected to take care of the master?

But Cao Xueyan answered seriously:

“Qin Shishu, do not worry. I will definitely take good care of Master.”

Qin Ximo looked at her.

This child carried “reserved” in her entire demeanor.

But her cultivation was solid—she was earnest and hardworking.

Qin Ximo had never taken a disciple, so she had never experienced the feelings of a master.

But at this moment, she thought—if she ever took one, perhaps she would treat them as she treated her sword and her wine—with sincerity.

After chatting a while, Qin Ximo felt it was time.

“I should go. I did not prepare food. Otherwise I would have kept you for a meal.”

“Senior Sister is going to slay demons. How could we impose on you?” Xiao Menglan said.

“Then how about sending me off with wine—”

“Senior Sister!” Xiao Menglan’s tone stiffened. “Xueyan cannot drink!”

“Look at you, I only said one sentence and you’re angry already.”

“Don’t say such things in front of Xueyan,” Xiao Menglan cut her off quickly.

“All right, all right. I know my place in your heart is low now. I’ll stop bothering you.”

“I’m leaving. From here on, the sect is in your care, Junior Sister.”

Qin Ximo summoned her flying sword, stepped onto it, and shot into the sky.

Soon, she vanished beyond the clouds.

Cao Xueyan’s heart tightened.

She knew—time was running out.

Last night, she had used the simulation chance she obtained from Xiao Menglan, and the reward was just enough for her to break through to Foundation Establishment.

Xiao Menglan said she should fast and meditate for one or two years to prepare thoroughly before attempting breakthrough.

But—Cao Xueyan could not wait.

“At worst—Master, you also wouldn’t want to see your Sect Master senior sister unlock her defeat CG in the demonic dungeon, right?”

After returning, Cao Xueyan pretended to be diligently cultivating.

Xiao Menglan went out to gather the remaining innate materials for her.

The Foundation Establishment method she intended for Cao Xueyan to use was called Cold Jade Dao Foundation.

Innately Yin and Water element—perfect for Cao Xueyan.

Cao Xueyan had long since memorized the method.

But Xiao Menglan would absolutely never allow her to establish her foundation so hastily.

So, just like before—

She needed to create an “accident.”