After a few hours of rest, Yu Xuan woke up feeling completely refreshed.
As soone who jokingly referred to himself as being at the "Peak of Mortal Stage," just a few hours of sleep was enough to restore him to full energy — like a fresh leaf swaying in morning dew.
After completing his simple morning routine, rembering he is still a mortal who has it’s own daily necessities.
He stepped outside, only to find the others already gathered... even Ming Tiani.
"Young Master, you’re late today! Don’t tell you were dreaming sothing weird," Mo Lin chid in the mont he saw him.
Yu Xuan, already used to his antics, sighed and replied, "How about we get breakfast first?"
The others nodded in agreent, and they started walking toward the Nourishnt Hall. Soon, the familiar scenery greeted them — disciples chatting in groups and wooden-tallic puppets diligently serving food.
After collecting their portions, the group found an empty table tucked into a quiet corner and sat down together.
"Should we go after breakfast?" Yu Xueqing asked, poking at her food with her chopsticks.
"Yes," Yu Xuan replied. "No need to delay. The sooner we arrive at our peaks, the more ti we’ll have to get familiar with the place."
They had decided earlier that today would be the day they formally departed for their respective peaks.
Though the sect allowed entry disciples to stay in the temporary dorms for up to a month, none of them saw value in wasting ti.
As Tianling, the artifact spirit, had said — this realm would only remain anchored here for ten years. Every mont mattered, and they were all eager to begin cultivating in earnest.
Thankfully, they had already packed their belongings into their space rings the night before.
After they finished their al, the group stood up, taking one last glance at the cafeteria that had beco familiar in just a few days, and headed out.
"Has everyone added each other as friends?" Yu Xuan asked.
The others nodded, and Lin Fan added, "We did it this morning. You’re the only one left, Young Master."
"Let’s get this done then." Yu Xuan said. He pulled out his dallion and tapped it against the others’ dallions three tis. A soft glow confird the connection.
The dallions had a variety of functions — including friend lists and communication systems — making them invaluable for disciples within the sect.
Yu Xuan found it similar to one in his own world, thinking which reincarnator or transmigrator built it or maybe so genius person from cultivation world itself build it.
They walked for nearly half an hour. Yesterday, during the tour, Yang Ye had told them where to find the nearest teleportation platform — used to transfer disciples into the individual domains of their respective peaks.
On the way, they passed by a man dressed in white and gold robes, marked with three glowing lines. Recognizing the uniform, the group offered a respectful salute.
Yang Ye had explained that the lines on a disciple’s robe indicated their cultivation stage and rank within the sect.
With each breakthrough, the sect would issue a new robe, and while disciples were free to discard their old ones, most kept them as personal ntos — and a badge of progress. Over ti, this had beco a tradition.
Eventually, they arrived at a small town that served as a teleportation hub — one of many scattered across the sect’s domain. While so were open to all disciples, others were restricted to certain peaks.
They noticed disciples in different-colored robes — so like Yang Ye’s, others dyed in blue, white, red, and even black.
Based on what Yang Ye had said, the group assud the colors indicated the peak the disciple belonged to.
A small line had ford near a desk where a senior disciple was handling registrations. As each disciple stepped forward, the senior would ask for their na and peak, then assign them to a group accordingly.
Soon, it was their turn.
"Na and peak?" the senior disciple asked.
"Lin Fan, Martial Heaven Peak."
"Mo Lin, Martial Heaven Peak."
"Yu Hao, Martial Heaven Peak."
"Yu Xueqing, Martial Heaven Peak."
The senior disciple nodded and pointed to a nearby group. "Wait over there."
Then he turned to his assistant. "What ti is the next teleportation?"
"Eleven, Senior Brother," the assistant replied.
"It’s almost ti then. Start preparing the formation once registrations are complete."
The assistant bowed and left to carry out the orders.
"Next," the senior disciple called.
"Yu Bo, Myriad Path Peak."
"Stand over there," the senior instructed.
"Yu Zhen, Order Heaven Peak."
"That line."
Then Ming Tiani stepped forward.
"Ming Tiani, Celestial Heaven Peak."
The senior disciple paused and looked at her for a mont, visibly surprised.
"...That’s rare. Please stand beside the desk for now."
She did so without question.
"Next."
"Yu Lingluo, Chaos Heaven Peak."
The air suddenly grew tense.
Not just the senior disciple, but even the assistants nearby paused and looked up at her like they had just seen a ghost.
"...This is also unexpected. Please stand beside her," the senior disciple said, gesturing toward Tiani.
Apparently, it seems Chaos Heaven Peak had quite the reputation.
The senior glanced at both girls, thinking, ’Are they perhaps from the sa sect or clan?’ then without any delay he continued.
"Next."
"Yu Xuan, Elental Heaven Peak."
The senior barely looked at him. "That line."
After a few more entries, the registrations were complete.
And with that, the groups were almost ready to be teleported to their peaks.
Yu Xuan created a group chat for them, apparently is was similar to social dia in creating groups, he just hoped that sohow he didn’t join a wierd group full of cultist going after people’s life.
Or maybe a group where powerful seniors are present and gave wierd tasks, it would definitely be a plot for so protagonist, though all he wanted to do was avoid any trouble coming his way.
[Yu Clan’s Prodigies]
This was the group he created and there was option for the group to be public or private.
He kept it private.
So group chats are ant to be private, and he knew that better than anyone.
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