Chapter Twenty: The Young Maiden Peak Master

Mistress of Maiden Peak?

Chu Tiange was somewhat surprised. Among the four major peaks of the Chosen Immortal Sect, only Maiden Peak had no master. That position had been vacant for a thousand years.

The main reason was that when the sect’s founder, Chosen Immortal Daoist, was alive, the current chief, Xiao Yicai, had been the master of Maiden Peak. After the founder’s passing, Xiao Yicai became the chief and took control of the sect, leaving the position of Maiden Peak’s master unfilled ever since.

Over the centuries, many elders had volunteered themselves, hoping to become the master of Maiden Peak, but Chief Xiao had firmly refused every one of them. His reason was simple: Maiden Peak held precious memories from his childhood, and he would not allow anyone else to trample upon them. As for the other peaks, anyone with ability could apply, and the chief would not deny them.

Yet now, the Hall of Morning Sun was holding a ceremony to appoint the master of Maiden Peak? Chu Tiange could hardly believe it.

Moreover, in his previous life, he had never heard that the chief had a junior brother, nor that the position of Maiden Peak’s master was ever filled—even until the Chosen Immortal Sect was utterly wiped out, it remained vacant.

This event had never occurred in the annals of history.

“Could it be that Ning Wujue, whom I crippled, is not another ghost servant from the Abyss?” Chu Tiange slipped his inferior spirit sword back into his storage pouch, pondering with concern.

After all, powerful and enigmatic beings would not put all their eggs in one basket; without Ning Wujue, there would surely be others waiting in the wings.

Chu Tiange walked toward the bridge leading to the Hall of Morning Sun.

The bridge connected two mountain peaks. Looking down from beneath it, clouds and mist swirled between the mountains, with immortal cranes flitting through the vapors, forming a magnificent tableau that stirred the heart.

Inside the Hall of Morning Sun, the atmosphere was lively. Red banners adorned the streets, festive characters were pasted on the doors, and even the main hall was set for a banquet. Such a grand display could easily be mistaken for the chief’s wedding day.

As one of the Three Teachings and Nine Gates, the Chosen Immortal Sect, per the regulations of the Bureau of Immortal Cultivation, could recruit up to ten thousand disciples.

Each table was nearly full, with conversations buzzing all around.

Ten people to a table, a thousand tables in all—a truly impressive sight. All were disciples of the immortal sects, and naturally, the dishes laid out were not mundane fare but delicacies imbued with spiritual energy and fine immortal wines.

This showed how lavishly the Chosen Immortal Sect treated the occasion, clearly valuing the chief’s long-traveling, newly-returned junior brother—the future master of Maiden Peak.

Chu Tiange arrived before the banquet had begun.

The main hall was abuzz with voices and speculation, all awaiting the arrival of the elder. Chu Tiange found an empty table and sat down.

Aside from Chu Tiange, only two others sat there.

A young maiden, just blooming into womanhood, and an eight-year-old chubby boy, clearly a newly recruited disciple of the sect.

The maiden wore a pink dress, her long hair cascading like a waterfall. Her features were exquisitely delicate, almost doll-like, her skin fair as snow, bright eyes and white teeth, a petite nose and cherry lips that curled slightly, radiating purity and charm.

Yet her figure was remarkably volup