Chapter 1433: Little Brother Handling Affairs, Rest Assured

Hall Number Eighty-Eight was already the busiest hall, but upon arriving today, Lu Ye found an even greater number of cultivators coming and going. What surprised him even more was that many stalls were offering significant discounts, allowing cultivators to purchase desired items for only eighty percent of their usual price. Logically, this shouldn't have been happening, as the items sold in Hall Number Eighty-Eight, whether spirit pills, miraculous medicines, talismans, or treasures, were always in high demand.

As Lu Ye darted out, the baby-faced cultivator, who had been shouting, grew desperate, and his attacks became even more relentless. The person he was fighting was already somewhat outmatched, and now, caught between Lu Ye and the baby-faced cultivator, his situation instantly became perilous.

Although the name "Mountain-Crossing Tiger" originated from the Xuanmen sect, it was well-known among Nine Star Sect cultivators. This was the formidable reputation Lu Ye had forged through his killings over the past few days. Reputation was a strange thing. Facing an ordinary third-level cultivator, no fourth-level cultivator would feel much pressure. However, if that third-level cultivator had killed several fourth-level cultivators and established a name for himself, then the situation was entirely different.

The Nine Star Sect's fourth-level cultivator now felt immense pressure. Fighting two opponents, he struggled to cope and, in just three breaths' time, was suppressed by Lu Ye and the baby-faced cultivator to the point where he could barely retaliate. Seeing Lu Ye's blade approaching, he hastily pulled out a spirit talisman, intending to activate it. However, the baby-faced cultivator delivered a cunning sword thrust, striking his wrist. His grip loosened, and the talisman fell to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Lu Ye's blade rose and fell, striking the cultivator down to the ground.

"What a sharp blade!" The baby-faced cultivator's eyes narrowed. He mused inwardly that, just as Senior Brother Wang Yang had predicted, the "Mountain-Crossing Tiger" indeed possessed an exceptionally potent spirit artifact. Otherwise, a third-level cultivator like him couldn't have so easily broken through a fourth-level cultivator's protective spiritual power, much less gravely wounded the opponent with a single strike.

Immediately, the baby-faced cultivator's face broke into a wide smile. "Good brother, I've decided to make you my friend!"

Lu Ye, however, didn't even glance back; he simply charged further into the battle, leaving the gravely wounded enemy lying before the baby-faced cultivator.

"Mercy! Please, mercy!" The ground beneath the fourth-level cultivator was stained red with blood as he gazed in horror at the baby-faced cultivator.

The baby-faced cultivator's smile vanished. "You're a fourth-level cultivator now; don't speak so naively!" he said indifferently. He plunged his long sword into the opponent's chest. The man's body suddenly stiffened, and a speck of red light seeped from the back of the dead fourth-level cultivator's hand, drifting onto the back of the baby-faced cultivator's hand. The baby-faced cultivator's face lit up with a smile once more. He raised his sword and charged towards Lu Ye, shouting, "Good brother, I'm here to help you!"

A short while later, the fierce battle ceased. All the Nine Star Sect cultivators were wiped out. It wasn't that they didn't want to escape, but rather that they had no opportunity to. In a narrow passage like this, defeat meant almost certain death; fleeing with their backs to the enemy would only hasten their demise.

The Xuanmen sect also suffered losses, with three dead and most of the others wounded. Overall, however, it was a thoroughly satisfying victory. Those who survived showed little grief; instead, they were jubilant. This was the norm in the Spirit Stream Battlefield, where countless Spirit Stream Realm cultivators fought each other to the death, and casualties were commonplace.

In this battle, only two cultivators died by Lu Ye's blade, but at least four or five others were wounded by him. After the battle, no one from the Xuanmen sect moved to collect the spoils of war; they simply watched Lu Ye quietly. It wasn't that they didn't want the spoils, but Lu Ye's behavior over the past few days had established a tacit understanding between them. All spoils of war belonged to the Xuanmen sect. In return, Xuanmen cultivators would give Lu Ye some spirit pills as compensation.

The baby-faced cultivator, who was the leader of the group, stepped forward, cupped his fist, and asked, "How should I address you, Junior Brother?"

About five zhang away, Lu Ye was applying healing pill powder to his wounds. This was his first time experiencing a melee of this scale; previous battles he'd participated in hadn't involved many on either side, with the largest involving fewer than ten cultivators. With twenty participants this time, he realized that a melee of this size was extremely dangerous for any cultivator. Even those with higher cultivation levels could be injured or killed because one's energy was limited, making it impossible to defend against all attacks. He had several wounds on his body, all inflicted by the dying counterattacks of Nine Star Sect cultivators.

Hearing the baby-faced cultivator's question, Lu Ye pondered for a moment. Before entering, his Sect Master had instructed him not to reveal his identity as a Bixue Sect disciple. And the name Lu Ye was clearly out of the question, as many sects knew about his recruitment into the Bixue Sect. He didn't want the moniker "Mountain-Crossing Tiger" either...

"Yi Ye!" Lu Ye had truly made a choice.

"So it's Junior Brother Yi Ye," the baby-faced cultivator said with a smile, cupping his fist again. "I am Chu Tian of the Xuanmen sect!"

Lu Ye returned the gesture, maintaining an aloof expression that conveyed a clear "do not approach" stance.

"Well, it's like this..." Chu Tian slightly rearranged his words. "Senior Brother Wang Yang sent a message a few days ago, saying that if there's an opportunity, he'd like to invite Junior Brother Yi Ye to be a guest at the Xuanmen sect. What are your thoughts, Junior Brother?"

"Wang Yang?" Lu Ye's brow furrowed.

Chu Tian chuckled. "He's a senior brother stationed at our sect's outpost."

Lu Ye wasn't particularly surprised by the invitation to be a guest at the Xuanmen sect. He had saved many Xuanmen cultivators in recent days, and his practice of exchanging spirit pills with them had also allowed many Xuanmen cultivators to profit. Both by custom and reason, they should express some gratitude. Inviting him as a guest was clearly a gesture of goodwill. However, his identity couldn't be revealed, so he dared not have too close contact with unfamiliar sects. Moreover, he was only passing through here and wouldn't have a long association with the Xuanmen sect.

"No need," Lu Ye said, shaking his head and refusing, having made up his mind.

Chu Tian showed no annoyance, as if he had already anticipated Lu Ye's response. He smiled and said, "In that case, so be it!" With that, he gave a look to someone behind him, who immediately retrieved a storage bag and went to each of his fellow disciples, collecting spirit pills.

While waiting, Chu Tian added, "Junior Brother Yi Ye, if it's convenient, could you leave us a contact method? That way, if anything comes up, we can exchange information with the Xuanmen sect."

Lu Ye didn't know how to leave contact information, though he had some guesses. Over the past few days, when he killed enemies, many Nine Star Sect cultivators would reach out and tap the backs of their hands just before dying, causing their battlefield mark to glow, similar to what Zhang Wu did after being gravely wounded. The battlefield mark likely not only recorded information but could also be used for communication. Thinking of this, Lu Ye nodded. "Yes!"

Chu Tian then swept his hand over the back of his own hand. A speck of blue light, like a burning flame, lingered on his fingertip. He flicked his finger, and the blue light flew towards Lu Ye, like a blue butterfly, landing on the back of Lu Ye's hand. Lu Ye felt a stir in his heart as the blue light imprinted itself into his mark and vanished. At the same time, he vaguely felt that something had been added to his battlefield mark, but it wasn't convenient to check it right then, so he continued to maintain his cold and aloof demeanor.

The Xuanmen cultivators' spirit pills were quickly collected and, at Chu Tian's signal, were handed to Lu Ye. Lu Ye put them away without checking, then called to Amber and swung onto the tiger's back.

"Junior Brother Yi Ye!" Chu Tian suddenly called out to him.

Lu Ye sat upright on the tiger's back and turned his head to look at him.

Chu Tian said seriously, "It seems there's someone from Boundless Island among the Nine Star Sect cultivators. Junior Brother, you must be extremely careful."

Lu Ye nodded slightly, and the large tiger changed direction, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

Chu Tian watched his retreating figure, stroking his smooth chin. "These disciples from major sects are truly arrogant; they don't even bat an eye at Boundless Island!"

He took deep breaths of fresh air, his chest trembling. Confusion, bewilderment, and various other emotions surged through his mind.

Where was this?

Then, Shi Yu unconsciously observed his surroundings, only to become even more bewildered.

A single dorm room?

Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital room now. And his body... how could it be completely unharmed?

With growing doubt, Shi Yu's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally settling on a mirror by the bed. The mirror reflected his current appearance: around seventeen or eighteen years old, and very handsome.

But the problem was, this wasn't him!

His previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties with an extraordinary demeanor, who had been working for some time. But now, this appearance looked unmistakably like that of a high school student...

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time. Please don't tell him the surgery was a success... Both his body and his face had changed; this was no longer a matter of surgery, but rather immortal art. He had completely transformed into another person!

Could it be... he had transmigrated?

Aside from the mirror by the bed, which was clearly positioned badly according to Feng Shui, Shi Yu also found three books nearby. Shi Yu picked them up and looked, and the titles instantly silenced him.

*The Essential Beast-Rearing Handbook for Novice Breeders**Postpartum Care for Spirit Beasts**A Guide to Appreciating Beast-Eared Girls of Different Races*

Shi Yu: ???

The first two book titles seemed somewhat normal, but what was going on with the last one?

"Cough."

Shi Yu's gaze sharpened, and he reached out his hand, but his arm quickly stiffened. Just as he was about to open the third book to see what it was, his brain suddenly pulsed with a sharp pain, and a flood of memories surged forth.

Icefield City.Spirit Beast Breeding Base.Intern Spirit Beast Breeder.Beast Tamer?