Chapter 20: Another Year, the Ascension Assembly 1
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
Mt. Qunyu.
Zhao Qingxue stood amidst the snow, a vision in white whiter than snow, ethereal and otherworldly, as if she stood apart from the world itself.
She gazed at the distant, undulating coastline. A massive ship spread its sails and put out to sea, vanishing beyond the green waves in the blink of an eye.
That was the Guide Ship the Immortal Academy had sent to the Mortal Continent to bring in new disciples.
Ten years ago, she had come here from the Mortal Continent aboard that very same kind of ship.
Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, as if it were only yesterday.
“Senior Sister Zhao, congratulations on your promotion to Core Disciple. A small gift, a token of my respect.”
Suddenly, someone approached respectfully and offered a carefully prepared congratulatory gift.
Zhao Qingxue glanced at the person with an expressionless face. After a moment of thought, she finally recalled that this person should have been a new disciple who had entered alongside her ten years ago.
What was the name again? She couldn’t remember.
The other party, unnerved by Zhao Qingxue’s indifferent, hollow gaze, hesitated, then could only awkwardly set down the gift and retreat in embarrassment.
The companions who had entered together back then had, over ten years, become worlds apart in status.
Tomorrow, Zhao Qingxue would formally become the direct disciple of Zhao Yueru, a great cultivator of the Foundation Establishment stage.
Yet these people were still ordinary disciples, not even having risen to Elite Disciple.
The gap was so vast that no one even dared to entertain the thought that Zhao Qingxue was too arrogant.
“Qingxue, tomorrow is the grand ceremony of your promotion to Core Disciple. Yet you have no heart to prepare for it. What is it? Do you not wish to become This Venerable’s direct disciple?”
A cold, clear voice rang out. Zhao Yueru walked through the snow without leaving a trace, lotuses blooming with every step she took.
In an instant, the vast white snowfield became like a summer lotus pond.
“Or perhaps you are still resentful toward your Master in your heart?”
Seeing that Zhao Qingxue did not answer, Zhao Yueru’s face showed displeasure.
“This disciple does not dare.”
Seeing Zhao Yueru’s anger, Zhao Qingxue answered in a low voice.
“Hmph, your thoughts are written all over your face.”
Zhao Yueru snorted coldly. “You simply think your Master does not keep her word. I clearly promised that once you condensed a Three-Talisman Formation, I would take you to the Mortal Continent to see your lover.”
“But instead, your Master went back on her word?”
Zhao Qingxue lowered her head and said nothing, but in her heart, that was indeed what she thought.
These past years, she had been diligent and focused on cultivation, all for the sake of condensing a Three-Talisman Formation as quickly as possible.
She had succeeded. She had done it.
But Zhao Yueru had broken her promise.
“That’s right, your Master did indeed change her mind, deliberately using the Core Disciple ceremony as an excuse to stop you from returning to the Mortal Continent aboard the Guide Ship today.”
“But your Master did it for your own good.”
“Your talent is exceptional. It took you only five years to grasp the method of condensing a Three-Talisman Formation.”
“In your Master’s estimation, the original—”