Chapter 5

Luo Chu turned back, looking at Xiao Qiang with an indifferent expression: “What is it?”

“Venerable Luo Chu, this boy has heterochromatic blue and yellow eyes—a calamity sent by the heavens.”

“So what?”

Xiao Qiang hadn’t expected Luo Chu to shut him down so bluntly.

His face darkened, but he still forced a polite tone: “It would be improper for you to take him as your disciple.”

“I want him as my disciple, and that’s final.”

Her voice was sharp, cutting like a blade.

“Peak Master Luo! Let’s not mince words—every Demon Lord in history was born with blue and yellow eyes. This is common knowledge. I’m merely trying to rid our Yunshang Immortal Sect of a scourge. Yet not only did you spare him, but you also took him as your disciple. What are your true intentions?”

“Indeed, Luo Chu, this child cannot be kept. Letting him leave the mountain without taking his life is already mercy. What a waste of such a perfect spiritual root.”

Zhu Qianyin chimed in.

She had always despised Luo Chu’s aloof, arrogant demeanor.

Luo Chu felt the slight tremble of the child in her arms and held him tighter.

She coldly addressed Xiao Qiang: “Since when do outsiders interfere in the affairs of Qingya Peak?”

“So Venerable Luo Chu intends to shield him? If one day he brings disaster to Yunshang Immortal Sect—or worse, wreaks havoc upon the mortal world—how will you answer for it?”

Luo Chu sneered: “So a child with blue and yellow eyes has Peak Master Xiao trembling like a startled bird? How… unnecessarily superstitious of you.”

“You—!”

“Enough, let’s not argue. Let’s defer to Junior Sister’s judgment.”

The ever-peaceable Yun Xinyi interjected gently.

“The Sect Leader is too biased! Indulging Venerable Luo like this—how will you command respect in the future?”

“Self-obsession breeds sorrow; jealousy multiplies suffering.”

And this one here was living proof of that saying.

Zhu Qianyin believed everything associated with her should be the best—yet her senior sister had always been Luo Chu.

From childhood, whether it was looks, talent, or cultivation, Zhu Qianyin had never surpassed Luo Chu.

Eventually, whatever Luo Chu liked, Zhu Qianyin would snatch away—pills, jade pendants, magical artifacts… disciples, even men.

When Luo Chu had read the novel, she hadn’t thought much of Zhu Qianyin.

But now that she’d transmigrated into Luo Chu’s body and become her sworn rival… Ugh, headaches await.

“Esteemed Peak Masters, please remain calm. I may have a compromise.”

The low-profile Peak Master of Nanyue Peak, who had been sitting quietly all this time, slowly stood up, twirling his prayer beads as he spoke.

“Peak Master Su, please enlighten us.”

Yun Xinyi looked at Su Buyan as if he were a lifesaver.

“Since things have come to this, why not perform a Bloodletting Ritual to dispel misfortune?”

“How could that be allowed? He’s just a child with no cultivation!” Yun Xinyi frowned, clearly opposed.

[Main Mission #2—Personally perform the Bloodletting Ritual on Liu Chengzhi.]

Luo Chu: ??? The original novel didn’t have this plotline!

In the book, Venerable Luo Chu had fought Zhu Qianyin and Xiao Qiang to take Liu Chengzhi as her disciple, severely injuring them and permanently severing ties between Changchun Peak, Xuan Yu Peak, and Qingya Peak.

Sure, I don’t have the original body’s supreme cultivation to brute-force my way through, but I’ve been working hard with my words, haven’t I?

Forcing overtime on your employees—shame on you, System!

“How lawful of you. Life’s looking brighter by the day,” the orange cat sauntered over, looking downright gleeful.

“Shut it.”

“All living things possess spirit. Since this child was born this way, why not use this method to purge the demonic resentment and ill fate from his body? It’ll bring peace of mind and satisfy Peak Masters Zhu and Xiao. If the boy survives the ordeal, then it’s destiny. Venerable Luo Chu may then take him as her disciple. How does that sound?”

Wow, you’re really layering it on thick—like a sow wearing a bra, one set after another.

Luo Chu glanced at the pitifully thin child in her arms, her heart wavering.

Those who persecuted the weak under the guise of righteousness were sometimes worse than outright villains.

“I… I’m willing. I want to stay with the Immortal.”

The boy turned shy when speaking to her, but his wide eyes bore into her with unsettling intensity—as if, for a moment, he could see straight through her soul.

Luo Chu hesitated.

The hall fell deathly silent until her voice finally cut through.

“The Bloodletting Ritual… I will perform it myself.”

Her gaze toward Xiao Qiang was frostbitten.

“But from this day forth, if anyone in this sect dares to torment my disciple over his heterochromatic eyes—they will be openly defying me and challenging my authority. And I… will not let it slide.”

The orange cat quietly applauded: “Now that’s how you drop a mic.”

The Bloodletting Ritual was essentially turning a person into a human hourglass—slitting their wrist to let blood drip steadily.

When the wound clotted, it would be reopened, repeating the process for three hours—because three was an auspicious yang number.

“Do you think he’ll die?”

“The Bloodletting Ritual is usually performed on cultivators with some level of cultivation. Venerable Luo Chu’s new disciple is the first mortal—a fourteen-year-old brat. He probably won’t make it through the day.”

“I think so too. Poor thing.”

“Why pity him? He’s a heavenly calamity! Not killing him outright is mercy enough. Who knows if he’ll bring disaster to Yunshang Immortal Sect in the future?”

The disciples whispered among themselves, all convinced that Liu Chengzhi deserved this fate—and that he wouldn’t survive the day.