Dual Cultivation With My Yandere Disciples

Discovering the function of a magic weapon was relatively straightforward.

A cultivator simply had to pour their divine sense into it and establish a mental link.

As long as the weapon lacked an owner, it would automatically reveal its abilities. Afterward, one only needed to imprint a mark with their Spiritual Energy to complete the refinement process.

Laying out the three items, Chen Xuan first set aside the Great Star Origin Dao, planning to study its contents later.

His gaze shifted to the two magic weapons. He picked up the dark saber, preparing to communicate with it when a sudden inspiration struck him.

’I wonder if I can...’

Halfway through that thought, a mysterious rune flashed within his pupils.

He activated the Heavenly Insight Eye, causing his vision to expand rapidly.

This time, however, he didn’t target a person; instead, he focused entirely on the magic weapons.

Nothing happened at first.

But just as he began to think the experiment had failed, something changed.

A long string of words shimmered into existence before him, following a very familiar format.

...

[Common Saber Number 5982—Middle-Grade Holy Weapon. Forged by a mysterious cultivator who fused leftover metal scraps together out of sheer boredom. It possesses extraordinary power, capable of harming Soul Transformation cultivators.]

...

Chen Xuan nearly froze.

Partly because his little experiment had worked and the Heavenly Insight Eye could now detect items, and partly because of the information before him.

"Common Saber Number 5982", "metal scraps", "forged out of sheer boredom"...

These phrases continued to echo inside his mind as he stared in astonishment at the magnificent blade resting on his lap.

A Holy Weapon!

Just as Mu Xuanyin had warned, only the ancestors of major sects were worthy of possessing such weapons.

To be more precise, only Soul Formation cultivators had the power to keep them safe, and that was the case for Low-Grade Holy Weapons.

A Middle-Grade Holy Weapon was several times more valuable.

Yet, in the opinion of the System, it was merely a "Common Saber".

No. Chen Xuan soon shook his head, correcting himself.

’This is not the System’s evaluation, but the opinion of its creator.’

’Just what kind of monster can refine Holy Weapons out of boredom using leftover scraps?’

’Is it a legendary True Immortal?’

For some reason, Chen Xuan felt that the dark saber was no longer as magnificent as before.

Especially when he recalled that there were likely at least five thousand such "Common Sabers", he had the urge to toss it aside.

Fortunately, he restrained himself before he made a rash decision.

After taking a deep breath, he carefully imprinted a mark of Spiritual Energy and turned his attention to the second item.

Activating the Heavenly Insight Eye again, he braced himself for another dismissive description.

However, his expectations were soon shattered.

...

[Seven Trials Tower—Ultimate-Grade Holy Weapon. Forged by a mysterious cultivator with the goal of training her disciple. It allows the user to undergo trials, granting rewards upon clearing each floor and gradually unveiling the tower’s ultimate secrets.]

...

Ultimate-Grade Holy Weapon—a staggering revelation.

Furthermore, the description heavily hinted at the identity of the so-called mysterious cultivator.

Chen Xuan had a guess, but he refused to believe it.

Pushing that terrifying thought to the back of his mind, he deactivated the Heavenly Insight Eye and began refining the tower.

Though he had the help of his Nascent Soul, the process still took him a few hours.

Thankfully, everything went well.

Feeling the newly established connection to the treasure, he didn’t put it away like the Common Saber.

Intrigued by its functions, he wanted to witness the power of an Ultimate-Grade Holy Weapon firsthand. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He extended his divine sense and communicated with it.

A moment later, the tower’s tiny gates swung open, unleashing a massive, devouring suction.

Though the opening was barely the width of a finger, the force it exerted was terrifying.

Before Chen Xuan could even attempt to resist, he was sucked straight into the miniature tower.

--

By the time he opened his eyes again, Chen Xuan found himself standing in the center of a colossal stone arena.

Before he could survey his surroundings, a mechanical, cold female voice echoed directly in his mind.

"Challenger detected. Challenge Number #1..."

"Cultivation Level: Early Stage of the Nascent Soul realm..."

"Adjusting difficulty parameters according to the protocol..."

"Objective: Defeat the nine puppets within ten minutes..."

"Trial begins in 3... 2... 1... Begin!"

The moment the countdown ended, the entire arena shuddered violently.

Multiple figures erupted from the ground, surrounding Chen Xuan on all sides.

Their auras were terrifying, each reaching the Nascent Soul realm.

Though they were only at the Early Stage, Chen Xuan sensed a far greater threat from them than he had ever sensed from Tang Yuechen, or even Lan Lanyue.

But perhaps worse than their power was their appearance.

The puppets were completely identical.

With long, flowing white hair and clad in elegant robes that nearly burst in her chest area, they looked exactly like Mu Xuanyin.

The only difference, if one had to say, was that these constructs lacked any of the playfulness displayed by the real Mu Xuanyin and her phantom.

They looked cold and aloof, as though they were immortals descending from the Immortal Realm!

"Die!"

They didn’t communicate with him, letting out a synchronized, low shout.

Then, they attacked him in unison.

The methods varied wildly.

Some puppets unleashed elemental spells, breathing columns of fire or ice; others brandished swords or spears, while a few lunged forward to strike with bare palms and fists.

Regardless of the technique, though, the destructive power behind each move was equally terrifying.

A cold shiver ran down Chen Xuan’s spine.

He could tell that a single puppet could overpower him with ease, let alone nine acting together.

Worst of all, his opponents showed no mercy at all. They were clearly aiming to kill.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent locking onto him as their attacks closed in, Chen Xuan nearly burst into tears.

"Old hag! Are you trying to murder your own disciple?!" he couldn’t help but cry out.