Perfect World: Only I Am Eternal

The Heaven Mending Sect Master was baffled. Why was Qing Yao suddenly interested in taking a disciple, and a boy at that? Even with his exceptional talent, her aloof nature shouldn't bend so easily.

Even the current saintess, Yue Chan, was only taken under her wing due to sect rules, and Qing Yao barely guided her, leaving most of the training to other elders.

He'd raised this issue before, but Qing Yao didn't care. At their level of cultivation, rules no longer bound them—only their whims mattered.

Could she be intrigued by teaching a male disciple? It was the only explanation he could muster.

"A stirring in my heart urges me to guide him," Qing Yao said, her red lips parting, her voice icy, devoid of worldly warmth, as if she were an immortal poised to ascend.

She was breathtaking, her beauty near flawless, peerless and dreamlike, as if stepping from a painting—ethereal and pristine.

At around thirty, she lacked the youthfulness of girls, her features exquisite, vibrant as a blooming immortal flower, exuding an elegant, mature allure.

Lin Fan couldn't stop staring, thinking, This woman is perfectly ripened, though a bit cold!

The sect master knew this wasn't her true reason, but as it was her first time actively seeking a disciple, he couldn't refuse.

"If you wish to guide him, it depends on his choice," he said.

Qing Yao turned to Lin Fan, her cold eyes softening, the frost on her divine face melting into a smile. Her voice, like celestial music, asked, "Would you let me guide your cultivation?"

Meeting her star-like eyes, Lin Fan's heart skipped, a rare flush coloring his cheeks. "Y-Yes!" he stammered.

Comparing his options, he made the wiser choice. Her beauty alone was reason enough, not to mention he was here to steal techniques. Following the sect master would be far riskier.

"Good. Come with me," Qing Yao said, her radiant smile flawless, embodying a charm that could outshine any harem.

Lin Fan admitted, among the women he'd seen, only Ye Qingxian could compare. Yet their beauties differed: Qing Yao's was pure and transcendent, while Ye Qingxian's was lively, ever-changing.

The sect master sighed as his disciple was claimed. This boy's been swayed by beauty at such a young age—what will become of him? Is Qing Yao planning to raise him as a kept husband?

Of course, he knew her character well enough to dismiss the thought.

Still, watching Lin Fan be whisked away left him hollow. He felt he should say something, managing only, "Remember to guide Yue Chan too!"

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Lin Fan was led into a small world, where rays of light danced, mist swirled, and auspicious vapors rose. White spiritual energy blanketed the air, creating a paradise-like realm.

The space was vast, housing a sapphire spiritual lake of stunning beauty. On its shores, purple spiritual bamboo grew in clusters, veiled in fog. Divine rainbows arced across the sky, weaving together, an otherworldly scene fit for an immortal's retreat.

Deep in the bamboo grove stood simple bamboo huts, spiritual energy curling around them, a serene haven for secluded cultivation.

"What's your name?" Qing Yao asked, her magnetic voice stirring the heart.

"Pretty sister, I'm Lin Fan!" he replied sweetly, all innocence, avoiding formal titles to seem closer and keep her youthful—women cared about age, after all.

It also served his little scheme: if a rebellious disciple-master romance ever sparked, no title change would be needed.

Qing Yao didn't mind his address. Nominally, this former saintess of the Heaven Mending Sect was now his master.

"Lin?" she murmured, as if pondering, her intellectual beauty shining. Her glowing skin and fluttering white dress made her seem an unstained immortal.

"Did your father give you this name?" she asked, her watery eyes serene, her crystalline hair radiating holy light, her beauty unmatched.

"I've never met my father. My mother named me," Lin Fan said, shaking his head, half-truthful.

"I see," Qing Yao whispered, muttering cryptic words, her gaze lingering on his young face, lost in thought.

"Pretty sister, what's wrong?" Lin Fan asked, waving a small hand, puzzled by her questions and odd speech, her complex gaze unnerving.

Does she fancy me? he wondered, recalling novels where spinster immortals had peculiar tastes.

If this world's cultivation didn't shun using others as cauldrons—typically for alchemical refining—he'd suspect she had those intentions.

If she does, should I resist or comply? She's exactly my type, ripe for the picking, but I'm barely over five! Lin Fan's thoughts ran wild.

Qing Yao snapped back, standing serene and holy, her voice gentle. "It's nothing. You'll live here. Until you reach the Spirit Transformation Realm, don't wander freely. If you have cultivation questions, come to me anytime."

"Oh!" Lin Fan nodded, then added, "But pretty sister, I'm still in the Blood Transformation Realm, training my strength. This place is too perfect—I'd hate to ruin it. Can I train elsewhere?"

"You've likely reached the extreme limit of the Blood Transformation Realm. Why keep training? To break past it?" Qing Yao's tone was warm, calm, and peaceful.

"Yeah, my innate vital energy is strong. Even at the extreme limit, it's still growing, so I want to keep training until I hit my true limit before moving to the next realm," Lin Fan explained, hinting at his unique physique, brimming with primal might, destined to be a powerhouse.

"Very well. I'll expand this small world, creating a dedicated training space for you. Don't worry about damaging anything," Qing Yao said accommodatingly, like a caring neighbor, meeting his every need.

Even the precious herbs she grew here were his to use, along with her rare delicacies, spiritual beasts, and birds—no restrictions.

Lin Fan was stunned. This treatment was beyond generous, like that of a cherished son. It felt unreal, happiness arriving too swiftly.

He nearly blurted, Woman, are you after my body, trying to keep me?

"You didn't just stumble here through a teleportation array, did you?" Qing Yao suddenly asked.

Lin Fan's mind buzzed, shocked. After a pause, he grinned sheepishly. "Pretty sister… actually… I was thrown out here!"

He didn't lie. Though unsure how she guessed, he sensed no malice, only a familial warmth, like an elder caring for a junior.

Qing Yao nodded, unsurprised, and said, "Cultivate here in peace. If you ever wish to leave the Heaven Mending Sect, you're free to go."

Her words left Lin Fan bewildered, his thoughts in disarray.

Does she know I'm here to steal techniques, and that's why she said that?

Impossible!

The thought was unthinkable. Had he been exposed from the start, and did she somehow know everything about him?

But she doesn't seem to care—treating me almost too well. His bright eyes darted, filled with confusion, unable to fathom her intentions.

In a great sect, discovering a spy would mean death or forced loyalty with restrictions. Yet this former saintess seemed indifferent, granting him freedom.

Lin Fan was at a loss, concluding there must be hidden truths he didn't know.

"I'll have to probe subtly later to uncover the truth," he muttered, brow furrowed, the situation beyond his expectations.

For now, he was safe, no longer needing to tread carefully, fearing exposure as a technique thief.

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