"Heavens... am I dreaming?"
A Disciple who had just broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining yesterday exclaimed, even pinching his thigh hard.
"Resources doubled... this... just how many Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills is this!"
Another Disciple's eyes shone.
"I heard that Core Disciples of the Qingyun Holy Land only get five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones per month, and they still have to use contribution points to exchange for Medicinal Pills..."
Someone said in a low voice, their tone carrying an unbelievable comparison.
"Our Outer Sect Disciples at the Yaochi Immortal Palace are now getting monthly stipends that are almost catching up to their Core Disciples, right?"
"More than that! Don't forget we also have the myriad phenomena pagoda! Where would they have such a Heaven-Defying item!"
The discussions rose and fell, and the Disciples' faces were filled with excitement and pride.
Those Mortal Disciples from ordinary families, or even those of humble origins, felt it most deeply.
When had they ever seen such a massive amount of resources?
Before entering the Immortal Palace, if anyone had a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone, it could be a Family heirloom; as for Medicinal Pills, they hadn't even seen them before.
But now...
Ye Linger stood in the queue, clutching the Storage Pouch she had just received tightly in her hand.
She used her Divine Sense to scan it slightly and felt the Spirit Stones piled up like a small mountain inside, along with the rich fragrance of medicine emanating from several jade bottles.
A rough estimate showed that the value of just this month's resources far exceeded that of the Core Disciples of the Ye Family.
No, perhaps even the direct-line Geniuses of the Ye Family's main branch might not have such treatment!
And all of this was simply because she had joined the Yaochi Immortal Palace and become a Disciple of her Master.
Her gaze involuntarily turned once again to the center of the high platform, to that peerless figure.
Her Master not only gave her a new lease on life when she was at her most desperate, bestowing upon her a supreme Cultivation Technique and forcefully severing her Family Karma for her.
Now, she was even pouring such vast resources onto all the Disciples without hesitation.
Powerful, gentle, protective, beautiful, and so wealthy...
Ye Linger only felt a hot current surge from the bottom of her heart, rushing straight to her eyes.
She quickly lowered her head, afraid that someone would see her slightly reddened eyes.
But her heart disobeyed her, pounding rapidly and loudly.
In her mind, many images flashed uncontrollably—
Her Master's peerless elegance when she tore through space to descend upon her small courtyard!
Her Master's dominance when she effortlessly wiped out Ye Zhenyue!
Her Master's disdain when she protected her behind her back and said to the Azure Dragon Guards, "Then you shall all die"!
Her Master's stiffness and helplessness in that instant when she embraced her above Tianfeng City!
And her Master's words... "You are mine"...
These beautiful images intertwined, making it impossible for Ye Linger, who had never experienced romance, to withstand it!
"Master..."
Ye Linger silently recited these two words in her heart!
A scorching emotion surged and collided within her.
Since childhood, she had suffered cold looks due to her Physique, making her thoughts more sensitive and delicate than her peers.
The stories of "heroes saving beauties" and "devoting one's heart" depicted in those vulgar storybooks had once seemed ethereal to her.
But now...
When the "hero" in the stories became a Fairy as peerless, powerful, and gentle as her Master...
When the person being saved and protected became herself...
Ye Linger only felt her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, her ice-blue hair seeming unable to hide the spreading crimson.
She could even feel her body undergoing a wonderful change.
Some content she had only seen in picture books now uncontrollably flashed in her mind.
For example... when drinking under the moon, after her Master became slightly tipsy... she carried her Master back to her room...
For example... after her own cultivation greatly advanced, when her Master was happy... she held her in her arms...
For example... something even more...
"Slap!"
Ye Linger gave herself a hard mental slap, forcibly interrupting those increasingly outrageous fantasies.
Her cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe apple.
"Junior Sister Ye? What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"
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