The reason Xie Muling had appeared in the Six-String Mountains was, ultimately, because of Ye Yu.
Ever since the eldest senior sister of Wuzhi Peak, Tuoba Qiyue, had emerged from seclusion, she had been guarding Ye Yu closely, ensuring Xie Muling couldn’t approach him.
This left Xie Muling incredibly frustrated.
She even contemplated sneaking into Ye Yu’s room at night for a "贴贴" (cuddling session).
But what she hadn’t expected was to catch Tuoba Qiyue red-handed, sneaking into Ye Yu’s room under the cover of night while he was sound asleep.
Although it was only hand-holding, it was still a scandalous scene.
A man and a woman, alone in a room, holding hands in the dead of night?
How could anyone believe there were no ulterior motives?
Xie Muling had been so infuriated she wanted to grind her teeth into powder.
If it were possible, she would’ve kicked Tuoba Qiyue out and taken her place.
But back then, Xie Muling simply didn’t have the strength to confront Tuoba Qiyue.
Any attempt to challenge her would’ve only ended in humiliation.
So, she begrudgingly let it slide.
Later, things got even more chaotic when Li Ruowang and Yun Roumu arrived at Wuzhi Peak, also waiting for Ye Yu’s return.
The sight of so many "fairy-like" women vying for Ye Yu’s attention left Xie Muling feeling increasingly uneasy.
What, were all these celestial beauties here just to cuddle with Ye Yu?
If so, she’d never make it through the line—she’d die of impatience!
To make matters worse, Tuoba Qiyue kept an unyielding watch over Ye Yu, leaving Xie Muling with no opportunities to act.
The situation left her feeling utterly defeated.
In the end, after waiting at Wuzhi Peak for what felt like an eternity without any sign of Ye Yu, Xie Muling made a bold decision.
She would go out and search for him herself.
After all, what good would waiting do?
Even if Ye Yu returned, Tuoba Qiyue would still be a roadblock, not to mention the other women waiting for their turn.
Why not seize the initiative? If she found Ye Yu outside the sect, she’d have ample time to spend with him—without the interference of others.
The world, however, is vast, and finding someone is like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Despite her efforts, Xie Muling couldn’t locate Ye Yu.
That was until she unexpectedly ran into her master, Hongluan.
Hongluan, as usual, was heavily intoxicated, stumbling around with a wine jar in hand.
She playfully tried to pinch Xie Muling’s cheeks, only for her to dodge away.
“What’s this? You’re allowed to touch Ye Yu, but no one can touch you?” Hongluan teased.
Xie Muling remained silent, her naturally cold demeanor unshaken.
She despised being touched—by anyone.
Except Ye Yu.
It was something instinctive, something she couldn’t change.
Hongluan didn’t press further. Instead, she casually tossed a pouch to Xie Muling.
“Here. Treat them like candy. They’ll be good for you. Oh, and next time you see your master, try smiling a little, will you?”
Xie Muling caught the pouch, forcing a painfully awkward smile.
The sight was so stiff it made Hongluan shake her head in exasperation before wandering off, muttering about "important business" she had to attend to.
After Hongluan left, Xie Muling resumed her search for Ye Yu.
When she passed through the Six-String Mountains, she opened the pouch Hongluan had given her.
Inside was a crimson stone, about the size of a fist.
Her expression turned skeptical.
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Was this really edible?
After some thought, she decided to trust her master.
Though Hongluan was unreliable in many aspects, her recommendations regarding cultivation and food had never been wrong.
Sure enough, the "stone" had a surprisingly pleasant texture.
After a few bites, she finished it, only to feel an intense heat coursing through her body.
The immense spiritual energy surged within her, breaking her bottleneck at the mid-stage of the Tribulation Realm.
It didn’t stop there.
She skipped the late stage entirely, shooting straight to the peak of the Tribulation Realm.
Her draconic bloodline awakened fully, revealing her true dragon physique.
Soaring into the skies, her presence did not go unnoticed.
On that very day, the cultivation world began buzzing with reports of a dragon sighting at the Six-String Mountains.
With her newfound strength, Xie Muling realized she was on the verge of triggering a heavenly tribulation.
This presented a dilemma.
Tribulations were notoriously dangerous—a near-death experience for most cultivators.
Even as a true dragon, she estimated only a fifty-percent chance of survival.
What’s worse, she needed a safe and secluded place to undergo the tribulation without interference.
After all, dragons were walking treasures.
Their blood, tendons, and scales were priceless to cultivators.
Revealing her true form during a tribulation would undoubtedly draw countless opportunists.
Without anyone to guard her, a single misstep could lead to death.
Xie Muling initially planned to suppress her cultivation and wait until she returned to Wuzhi Peak before attempting the tribulation.
But the "stone" Hongluan had given her had too strong an aftereffect.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t suppress her energy, and every movement risked summoning the tribulation prematurely.
Reluctantly, she decided to perform the tribulation at the Six-String Mountains.
To minimize distractions, she used her draconic roar to scatter the gathered cultivators.
She hadn’t expected, however, to spot Ye Yu among them.
Her frustration melted away, replaced with pure joy.
And that joy brought her to the current moment.
Now, clinging to Ye Yu, tail wrapped snugly around his leg, Xie Muling was in bliss.
This was her dream scenario—close physical contact with Ye Yu, free from interference.
But joy is fleeting.
As the rumbling thunder grew louder, the aura of destruction spread across the area.
Reluctantly, Xie Muling let go of Ye Yu and retreated to the sea a thousand meters away.
“Junior Brother, wish me luck!
If I survive this tribulation, we’ll become Dao companions and cuddle every day!”
Ye Yu’s lips twitched as he processed her words.
Why is her mind so fixated on cuddling? Is it really that enjoyable?
“Boom!”
The first bolt of purple lightning crashed down.
Not daring to underestimate it, Xie Muling transformed into her true form—a hundred-zhang silver dragon.
She withstood the lightning head-on, but even her immense physique showed signs of strain.
Letting out a deafening roar, she churned the sea into a tempest.
Ye Yu couldn’t help but marvel at the sight.
Though Xie Muling was often exasperating, this scene fulfilled every fantasy he’d ever had about dragons.
Dark skies, flashing lightning, a silver dragon roaring defiantly against the heavens—it was like a perfect painting come to life.
Meanwhile, the cultivators who had initially scattered now returned, drawn by the commotion.
Yin Feijing was among them.
When she saw Ye Yu standing alone while a silver dragon faced the tribulation, her mind raced.
Where was the white-haired girl from earlier?
Could it be...
Her thoughts spiraled into a bold, almost unbelievable hypothesis.
Though far-fetched, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
As the gathered cultivators stared at the spectacle with shining eyes, their excitement reached a fever pitch.