A great philosopher, Wo Zikisor, once said that life is like an ocean; only those with strong willpower can reach the other shore.

Xiao Lin always considered himself a strong person, capable of bravely overcoming any difficulty.

However, after today's events, he began to doubt that.

"This little hill, counting the master, has only six people in total. Yet, there's one who transmigrated, one who entered a book, one who entered a game, one who was reborn, and another who came from a magical continent..."

Sitting on a large rock, Xiao Lin looked at the lush greenery and the chirping birds before him, feeling that life was indeed full of surprises.

He had thought he would live a plain and simple life, but lo and behold, life threw him a big twist.

"I wonder if they have a system... or, thinking even further, how many transmigrators exist in this world?" Watching the two lovebirds on a branch not far away, Xiao Lin flicked his fingers, using spiritual energy to break the branch they perched on.

The two lovebirds, initially cooing sweetly, were startled and flew away, chirping noisily.

Unfortunately, Xiao Lin didn't understand bird language, so he didn't know if the birds were cursing him.

"Sigh, I thought I was the protagonist, but now it seems I might just be one of many transmigrators." Xiao Lin rubbed his knee, raising an eyebrow, "And to be even bolder, is it possible that we aren't the first batch of transmigrators? Could it be that transmigrators have existed in this world for a long time?"

Many speculations flooded his mind, but Xiao Lin knew he had no way to verify them.

At least, not for now.

So Xiao Lin felt a bit frustrated.

He waved his hand, using a burst of spiritual energy to scare away two monkeys seemingly ready to reproduce.

"Damn! What, is it spring? Everyone's pairing up? Bullying me because I don't have a partner?!" Xiao Lin stood up angrily and turned to leave.

He couldn't stay; it was too annoying to watch.

After casually determining a direction, Xiao Lin headed towards the back mountain.

The courtyard at the peak was where they lived, while the master of Green Lotus Peak, or rather, the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sect, resided at the back mountain of Green Lotus Peak.

"At this point, I have reason to suspect that my master is also a transmigrator."

Picking a spiritual fruit from the mountain, Xiao Lin muttered to himself while munching on it.

After all, the master had only taken in five disciples, and each one had "unique skills." How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

If there wasn't something fishy about the master, he would jump off Green Lotus Peak right now!

"Sigh, if there are many transmigrators in this world, why are we here? What does it all mean?" Chewing on the sweet, slightly spiritual fruit, Xiao Lin couldn't help but look troubled.

He was genuinely worried that his identity as a transmigrator would drag him into some trouble.

He really just wanted to be lazy.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Xiao Lin, not slowing his pace, arrived at a bamboo building at the back mountain.

The bamboo building looked quite ordinary, seemingly without any special features, but if a cultivator looked closely, they would notice the bamboo was imbued with a rich spiritual energy. Middle Three Realms or Upper Three Realms cultivators would even see a faint flow of Dao rhythm.

It's important to note that Dao rhythm, something involving the Great Dao, only exists in two forms—one is the Dao rhythm produced when Upper Three Realms cultivators perform supernatural spells, and the other is the natural Dao rhythm emitted by objects of heavenly creation.

To emphasize, objects of heavenly creation.

Anything that fits those words is not suitable for building a house.

In fact, the bamboo known as Cloudrise Green Bamboo is indeed not suitable for building houses—this bamboo, which only grows in the Cloudrise Sacred Land and can emit Dao rhythm, is renowned for its ability to resonate and produce even more profound Dao rhythm, making it a boon for Spirit Soul Realm cultivators.

After all, for Spirit Soul Realm cultivators to break through to the first realm of the Upper Three Realms, the Dao Integration Realm, the key is to find their own Great Dao. Cultivating in a grove of Cloudrise Green Bamboo is highly beneficial for most Spirit Soul Realm cultivators.

Why most? Because for true geniuses, observing Dao rhythm might actually hinder their performance, introducing impurities into their Great Dao.

But let's not digress.

In short, all you need to know is that Cloudrise Green Bamboo is a priceless treasure in the cultivation world, and the bamboo building before Xiao Lin is entirely made of it.

"Tsk, every time I see it, I can't help but marvel at how extravagant my master is..." Xiao Lin shook his head, took a few steps forward, and lightly knocked on the door, "Master?"

As soon as he called out, the door opened.

Xiao Lin wasn't surprised and stepped inside.

Hearing the door close behind him, Xiao Lin walked up the stairs to the second floor, where he saw a girl lying on a soft couch, holding an apple in one hand and a novel in the other.

Judging by appearance alone, this girl seemed about the same age as Yu Qiaoxi and Ning Yunmiao.

Her face was beautiful, her figure petite. Although her demeanor and looks marked her as a peerless beauty, her flat figure was somewhat regrettable.

"What's up?"

The girl took a bite of the apple, not lifting her head from the novel as she asked.

A quick look at "pawread.com" will leave you more fulfilled.

This was Xiao Lin's master, the master of Green Lotus Peak, the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sect, Leng Youxue.

Master, could you please pay a little attention to your image?

Xiao Lin twitched his lips, but being used to it, he quickly composed himself, saluted Leng Youxue, and said, "Master, your disciple is here to pay respects."

"Don't give me that crap, would you come to pay respects if you had nothing to do?"

"Tsk, Master, what about the bond between us as master and disciple?"

"Bond? Are you joking? Spit it out."

"…"

Xiao Lin looked at Leng Youxue, who continued eating her apple and reading her novel, and stopped being polite, saying directly, "Master, it's like this, I want to give up my position as Senior Brother..."

"Denied."

"Uh... Master, actually..."

"Denied."

"But at least listen to my..."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen."

"…"

Seeing Leng Youxue refusing to lift her head from the novel, Xiao Lin became angry.

So he took out a booklet.

"Master, this is the thirteenth volume of 'Immortal Sect Tragic Romance: The Sword Immortal's Runaway Little Sweetheart' that just came out from Waterside Ferry."

"Good disciple, what do you want to say?"

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