Yuan Yi sat on the bluestone outside his cave residence, gnawing on a spiritual fruit, though his gaze drifted toward the entrance of his cave.
There, dressed in green robes, Bixiao was carving words into the rock to give his cave a name. She said she was helping him pick a good one.
Yuan Yi himself wasn’t too invested in naming the cave, since he figured he’d eventually leave Kunlun anyway—this was just a temporary stop.
Bixiao had a restless nature, and with Yunxiao being strict with her and her sisters, she often snuck off to hang out at his place.
But as he watched, Yuan Yi felt something wasn’t quite right.
Bixiao, what kind of name did you come up with…?
“Golden… Golden Light Cave?”
Yuan Yi sat up straight, staring at the three large characters Bixiao had carved with divine script, momentarily dumbfounded.
“How is it? What does senior brother think?”
Bixiao clapped her hands proudly as she looked at her handiwork, then sat down beside him, face full of expectation.
You’re asking me what I think? I… have no words. It’s not a question of whether the name is good or bad, it’s that… why does this name feel so familiar?
“You’re a golden flood dragon, senior brother. Your scales shine with golden light—doesn’t ‘Golden Light’ suit you perfectly?”
Yuan Yi fell silent. Then he remembered—Golden Light Cave on Mount Qianyuan… wasn’t that the name of Perfected Tai Er’s residence?
“And what’s the name of your sisters’ place?” Yuan Yi asked Bixiao, giving her a look.
“Golden Glow Cave,” she replied cheerfully.
Yuan Yi’s expression twisted. That name sounded oddly familiar too…
Golden Glow Cave of Jade Spring Mountain—wasn’t that the residence of Perfected Jade Cauldron?
“You three sisters—Yunxiao is white, Qiongxiao isn’t golden, and you’re green. Why the name Golden Glow?” Yuan Yi was at a loss.
Besides, your trio is called the Cloud Sisters (Yun), not Glow (Xia). Close, but still different, right?
“Your place is called Golden Light Cave. Ours is right next to yours. Golden Light, Golden Glow—they sound like neighbors, don’t they?”
“…”
Yuan Yi was speechless. He couldn’t shake off the weird feeling creeping over him.
In the current Kunlun, there were no “Twelve Immortals” yet. Their second master hadn’t even taken any disciples. Only the Southern Elder Immortal had arrived so far.
Moreover, Yuan Yi felt that the timing of his encounter with the Three Xiao Sisters and Tongtian might have been brought forward. Although Tongtian preached everywhere, in truth, apart from a few like Duobao whom he enlightened, he had no intention of taking disciples.
And yet, Bixiao, your naming sense is really something—coming up with names like these two.
Seeing Bixiao’s expectant face waiting for his opinion, what could Yuan Yi say? He could only nod and say it was good.
“Bixiao, don’t you need to cultivate? Why do you keep running over to my place every day?”
“Is Senior Brother saying I’m annoying?” Bixiao feigned a pitiful expression.
Alright, that was a dumb question.
He knew she was just hiding from Yunxiao.
“Yunxiao urging you all to cultivate is for your own good,” Yuan Yi could only say.
Since Yunxiao treated him very politely and respectfully, his place had become the perfect hideout from her.
Yuan Yi didn’t really mind them dropping by every now and then—it just always felt a little strange.
“To be honest, Senior Brother,” Bixiao added, “ever since we first met, I felt very close to you. So did Big Sister and Second Sister.”
Yuan Yi heard her but only smiled without responding. He didn’t feel happy about it—on the contrary, it made him feel a bit on edge.
Are the Three Xiao Sisters truly fated with him?
Well, yes—but they were fated with the spiritual treasure forged from his corpse. With him alive, they shouldn’t have any fate at all.
So hearing Bixiao say that didn’t bring him joy. Instead, it made him uneasy, as though the fate of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors was still waiting for him, giving him a sense of discomfort.
As for the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, that peerless weapon of destruction—had it vanished because he was still alive? That wasn’t clear.
Because the direction Yuan Yi was currently taking in refining his innate Yin and Yang Qi was gradually aligning with the path of the Golden Flood Dragon Shears.
Using the refining techniques passed down by his teacher Tongtian, he was cultivating this Yin and Yang Qi to become his own innate divine ability.
Yuan Yi was confident that his future Yin-Yang divine ability would not be inferior to the legendary Five-Colored Divine Light of Kong Xuan.
It was just that, for now, he couldn’t merge Yin and Yang into one. He could only refine them separately into a Yin sword and a Yang sword. He’d have to wait until his cultivation realm advanced further and his understanding of the Dao of Yin and Yang deepened before attempting to unify them.
As someone born from innate Yin and Yang Qi, Yuan Yi’s origin carried the transformation of the meeting of Yin and Yang. Of course, that didn’t make him androgynous.
His subconscious had already determined his gender—he had chosen Yang as the dominant side. The Yin aspect, carrying more of the killing aura’s origin, became his opposing force.
Originally, his source should have birthed twin Flood Dragons of Yin and Yang, but instead, it gave rise to him alone as an innate spiritual being. Now, Yuan Yi was certain of one thing: compared to most innate beings, his essence was actually stronger, and his potential was quite exceptional.
Yuan Yi took another bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand. The spiritual fruits of Kunlun were more fragrant than those in the outside world and contained purer spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
“I heard that Second Martial Uncle has an innate spiritual root, the Immortal Apricot—one of the greatest treasures of the primordial world. I wonder what it tastes like,” Yuan Yi muttered.
“The taste is certainly excellent—far beyond that of ordinary spiritual fruits,” a voice suddenly replied.
You’ve never eaten it—how would you know?
Yuan Yi snapped back to himself. That wasn’t Bixiao’s voice. The one who answered him wasn’t her. This voice was unfamiliar—it was the first time he’d heard it.
Bixiao tugged on his sleeve. Yuan Yi turned his head and saw a middle-aged Daoist standing not far away, looking at them with a scrutinizing gaze.
When had this man arrived? Neither of them had noticed. They didn’t even know how long he had been there.
The Daoist had a dignified, ancient-looking face, wore a neat Daoist robe, and had his hair tied up meticulously in a Daoist bun. He gave off an aura of solemnity and strictness.
In that instant, a thought crossed Yuan Yi’s mind, and he quickly pulled Bixiao up, respectfully bowing toward the Daoist.
“Disciple Yuan Yi greets Second Martial Uncle.”
Bixiao, seeing this, hurried to follow his lead.
They had never seen their teacher’s two elder brothers—the Taishang of the Supreme Purity and Yuanshi of the Jade Purity—but they had heard many stories about them.
Since this man wasn’t a fellow disciple of their generation, his identity was easy to guess.
Yuan Yi felt a bit uneasy. It was said that the Saint Yuanshi disliked those “covered in fur and scales, born of eggs and moisture.”
Yuan Yi was an innate spiritual being, yes—but also one who bore scales, and whose essence was tainted with killing aura. Wasn’t that exactly the kind of being Yuanshi disliked?
Though calling him “Martial Uncle” would likely prevent outright conflict, it would still probably leave a bad impression.
Normally, Yuan Yi didn’t care what others thought of him—so long as their opinions didn’t affect him. But a figure like Yuanshi of the Three Pure Ones was a different matter.
Especially since, just now, he had been wondering aloud what the Immortal Apricot tasted like—probably making the man dislike him even more.
Then another thought popped into Yuan Yi’s mind—his Dao name was “Yuan Yi.” Would that cause further offense?
Yuanshi’s gaze swept over Yuan Yi and Bixiao, finally settling on Yuan Yi.
“Born of innate Yin and Yang Qi, your essence tainted with killing aura—what a pity, and yet still rare. Since you know who I am and call me Martial Uncle, why do you fear me?”
Yuan Yi hesitated for a moment but decided to speak truthfully. Lying would only backfire—beings like this could see right through deception. This was something Yuan Yi understood very well from his knowledge of the innate divine beings.
Lying to them would be dangerous.
“This disciple is tainted with killing aura and has shallow fortune. I only fear that I may incur Martial Uncle’s displeasure,” Yuan Yi replied honestly.
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