CHAPTER 509
The Precious Treasure
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"Youwei, are you hurt?"
Seeing Chu Youwei's unusual expression, Su Cheng immediately reached out and took her wrist. His golden eyes flashed as his divine sense probed outward.
This was not the Su Cheng of old, easily deceived by Ye Qinghan's feigned internal injuries into letting her cuddle in his arms.
With a single flash of his golden eyes, he detected that while Chu Youwei's spiritual energy was recovering, it was clearly still in a chaotic state!
This was severe internal injury!
Chu Youwei said nothing, merely shaking her head as she clung tightly to her master.
She had always prided herself on being unmatched, convinced she had merely reincarnated and lost her former cultivation.
Given time, she would regain her former strength. What could the likes of Ye Qinghan and Li Shiyao possibly do to challenge her?
If Ye Qinghan dared to scheme against her master, she would strike first and report later!
She would not allow anyone the slightest chance to harm her master. Even the thought of plotting against her master would be nipped in the bud!
She longed to be of assistance to her master. Yet, upon witnessing the true might of the so-called King of Gods and comprehending the formidable foe her master faced, fear gripped her. She dreaded the day her master might see her as a burden…
Her master's inquiries were nothing but affection and care, yet at this moment, Chu Youwei felt utterly unworthy. What merit did she possess?
The only lingering worldly attachment of this ruthless Sovereign was these few disobedient disciples.
Her—the clumsy fool desperate to assist; the mother fox whose mind was consumed by dual cultivation; the childbearing saintly body with ample bosom but little brain; the flat-chested general whose thoughts were solely on saving all living beings.
Thinking this, Chu Youwei couldn't help but feel this sect was truly teetering on the brink…
From this perspective, only Miao Miao seemed somewhat normal—at least she appeared like a proper disciple.
But even Miao Miao, the sole sane disciple, had only reached the second layer of Qi Cultivation after all this time…
This was the lineup of Lingxian Hall under her master. But what about the lineup of that revered King?
A top-tier lineup composed of a host of God-Slaying Kings, nearly flawless!
First is the Revered One himself—possessing extraordinary intellect while remaining as steady as an old dog. He excels at recognizing and utilizing talent, possesses piercing insight, acts decisively, and wields ruthless methods while also being flexible and calculating.
Next are the two Godslaying Kings overseeing military and domestic affairs: Lord Gu Ai, who maintains Su City's million-strong army, and Lord Mengdie, who ensures the peace and welfare of Su City's common folk.
Then there are Ye He, along with the fallen Bing Ling and Xun Ye. Xun Ye wields the Blade of Execution, ensuring absolute submission within and beyond the royal city.
As for Ye He and Bing Ling… well, those in the know understand…
Compared to them, the "commonplace beauty" mentioned by Lord Gu Ai truly lived up to her name. Even her appearance couldn't hold a candle to these Godslaying Kings!
"Youwei, did Mengdie touch you?"
The moment the words fell, Chu Youwei instantly sensed her master's leaking spiritual energy and jolted awake.
Her expression blank, she shook her head violently: "No, Master. Youwei just wanted a hug from you."
But Su Cheng wore an expression of profound concern. With a swift wave of his hand, dozens of rare bottles containing potent elixirs instantly covered the table!
"Master, I truly didn't…"
Before Chu Youwei could finish her sentence, Su Cheng's large hand clamped down firmly on her shoulder. As she faintly sensed spiritual energy surging into her body through her shoulder, Su Cheng flicked his wrist!
Those multicolored, intricately shaped, and exquisitely crafted pill bottles slowly floated in the air.
As Su Cheng's intent surged, intensifying the flow of energy, the pill bottles began opening one by one. Countless miraculous elixirs flew out, forming a long queue before Chu Youwei!
Just as Chu Youwei opened her mouth to explain, a single blue pill, smooth as a glass sphere, shot straight into her mouth!
The moment it touched her tongue, the pill instantly dissolved into a spiritual liquid, sliding down her throat involuntarily. Before she could react, another golden-yellow immortal pill shot into her mouth!
After swallowing dozens of divine pills in succession, Chu Youwei finally found herself with enough presence of mind to speak…
"Master, I'm truly fine!"
But Su Cheng paid no heed to her explanation. Golden light shimmered in his eyes as he channeled his magical power to heal Chu Youwei. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, another batch of different elixirs materialized on the table!
Chu Youwei initially tried to explain, but seeing the panic in her master's eyes, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
"You saw everything just now."
As soon as he began treatment, Su Cheng quickly discerned the cause—or rather, the force that had disrupted the spiritual energy within Chu Youwei's body—was the power of authority.
After carefully treating Chu Youwei, who was already in no serious condition, Su Cheng sat down beside her with a solemn expression.
Truthfully, Su Cheng had no intention of concealing his strength or deliberately hiding anything from Chu Youwei.
He simply wanted to play the role of a proper master in front of his disciple.
It was akin to a girlfriend visiting his home and seeing childhood photos—Su Cheng wished to appear as a dependable man in Chu Youwei's eyes, someone she could lean on without reservation.
Chu Youwei remained silent. Mengdie hadn't instructed her to conceal anything from Su Cheng, yet she still didn't speak.
Instead, she simply snuggled closer to her master, resting her head against his shoulder.
"Silly child, stop overthinking things. I will always be your master, and that will never change."
"You must have noticed by now, Youwei. This world is different from the one you came from."
"Perhaps the spiritual energy is thinner here, or perhaps the spiritual veins have vanished."
"But in my eyes, it makes no difference. This is not the Immortal Realm you speak of—it is merely a wasteland."
"I have visited countless worlds, and among them may lie the Immortal Realm you speak of."
"Worlds young and vibrant, brimming with spiritual energy, where multicolored spirit stones form mineral veins, and even the air carries the scent of youth."
"Yet even such worlds hold no special distinction in my eyes."
Chu Youwei leaned against Su Cheng's side, blinking her beautiful eyes. In her previous life, she had followed her master and was fortunate enough to ascend to the upper realms, attaining the cultivation level of Immortal Emperor.
She naturally knew some things about this world, understood the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and was aware that this world was not young.
Like withered leaves falling from a tree trunk, Chu Youwei paid no heed to such matters and never gave them a second thought.
Immortals and mortals were worlds apart. Even immortals seemed no more significant to her than ants, so she naturally paid no heed to the affairs of the lower realms.
Now, she cared even less. Having experienced separation once, she treasured this hard-won reunion all the more.
The only thing she wished to hold onto tightly was the man before her.
True to her word, Chu Youwei made no sudden moves. She simply nestled into her master's embrace and drifted off to sleep, even though sleep was clearly unnecessary for her now.
But hadn't her master instilled this very habit in her?
Chu Youwei had expected a night of deep conversation with her master, or perhaps even a heated argument.
She certainly hadn't expected this—such quiet obedience, as if her mind had been bewitched by her master.
She didn't know if the Master had fallen asleep, but she certainly hadn't.
"Master, may I ask a question?"
"Of course, though I may not answer."
A flicker of confusion crossed Chu Youwei's beautiful eyes. "Master, you possess no spiritual roots, yet you've attained the cultivation level of a Divine Transformation cultivator."
"But you clearly could have… Um, Master…"
"Ow…"
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