در ادامه، ترجمهٔ انگلیسی چپتر با حفظ کامل لحن، روایت، سبک ادبی، توصیفات و شخصیتپردازی تقدیم میشود.
هیچ تغییری Qingyi Tower
Qingyi Tower was one of the grandest and most magnificent structures in the Realm of the Immortals. Constructed through ancient magic, the tower had three immense levels, each containing a vast hall. Its walls shimmered with silver veins, and a soft light flowed through the etched runic lines carved into the stone. The ceilings were covered in talismans and protective sigils, and the white spiral staircase coiled upward like a sacred beam of light, reaching all the way to the highest floor.
This tower was dedicated to training students; even the most esteemed Immortal Masters had once learned within its walls.
In front of the tower was a large courtyard surrounded by four tall pillars. This space served as the training grounds for swordsmanship as well as the venue for academic and martial competitions.
Every morning, the young immortal students arrived neatly dressed and spent hours under rigorous instruction.
Today was the welcoming ceremony for the foreign disciples, and for that reason, all students had gathered in the courtyard.
As promised, Ji Wu went early to fetch Han and Mo Zhan and brought them toward the tower.
Han followed behind him with excited curiosity, while Mo Zhan trailed after them, grumbling with annoyance.
At last, they reached their destination.
A crowd of students stood in tidy rows—clad in simple white robes, swords in hand, and headbands on their foreheads. Some wore cold, expressionless faces; others looked kind; and a few even seemed mischievous.
Mo Zhan and Han stared at the tower, mouths half-open, stunned by its beauty and grandeur.
Mo Zhan muttered under his breath, "If this tower were on Earth, millions of tourists would come just to see it every year."
They were still completely absorbed in admiring the tower when Ji Wu's shout startled them.
"Hey! You two!"
Standing in the last row, Ji Wu pointed to an empty space—a gap separating the boys' row from the girls'.
"Go stand there."
Both nodded and stepped into the line.
Mo Zhan stood at the very front with Han right behind him. Ignoring everyone around him, Mo Zhan began counting the number of steps leading up the tower.
It hadn't even been a moment before a long line of other foreign students formed behind them.
Mo Zhan stopped counting and turned toward the row of male students. When he saw who was standing next to him, he froze—then his face slowly heated with anger. His eyes narrowed with absolute loathing.
It was none other than Lan Sizhui.
The memory of being beaten senseless flashed vividly in Mo Zhan's mind, and his fists clenched. He wanted to shout at him, but held back; he was too weak to fight, and besides, he didn't want to draw attention by causing a scene.
But before anything else, he introduced him to Han.
"Han, there—see him? He's the one who knocked me out."
Han, who had been staring at another student, shifted his gaze and—upon seeing the person Mo Zhan was pointing at—his eyes sparkled.
"By the heavens, he looks like an angel!" he gasped.
Then, turning to Mo Zhan in disbelief, added, "Don't tell me he's the one who beat you up?"
Mo Zhan snapped, "Yeah, but it was accidental."
Han nodded slowly. "Well, he is kind of adorable and innocent-looking."
Mo Zhan nearly exploded. "Ugh! I regret telling you!"
He turned away sharply.
He glanced at Lan Sizhui again. Since he was powerless to fight, he decided to irritate him with words instead.
Turning fully toward him, Mo Zhan said loudly, "Hello! How are you? Did you sleep well after beating up an innocent person?"
Lan Sizhui stood perfectly still—straight posture, eyes fixed ahead, not even blinking.
Mo Zhan briefly wondered if he was talking to a rock or an actual living being.
Hands on his hips, he measured Lan Sizhui's height—he was taller than Mo Zhan.
"So, what's your name?" he asked—loud enough for everyone to hear.
No response.
The students around them giggled at Mo Zhan's bold question and the lack of reply.
Mo Zhan shut his eyes in frustration and muttered, "Stupid brat…"
Then, defiantly, he said, "Fine then. If you won't tell me your name, I'll call you Little Kitty until you do."
At this, Lan Sizhui's expression tightened into a faint frown.
Mo Zhan cheered internally at the small reaction and was about to add something when a sharp but delicate voice behind him snapped:
"Hey! How dare you give a worthless mortal animal name to an immortal?"
Mo Zhan recognized the voice instantly.
He turned—and was met with a fiery glare.
He whispered, "Great… the heavens decided to put me right between my two enemies…"
The voice belonged to Xiao, who was standing in the front row beside Mo Zhan.
Mo Zhan smirked. "Mind your own business, Miss Princess."
Xiao flushed with rage at the words "Miss Princess" and snarled, "Watch your tongue or you'll lose it."
Mo Zhan stuck his tongue out. "Here. Come get it."
Xiao was about to retort when a loud voice cut through the courtyard.
"The Grand Master!"
Instantly, Xiao and everyone else bowed.
Mo Zhan looked around in confusion until Han tugged him down. "Idiot! Bow!"
Mo Zhan bowed clumsily while sneaking a glance toward the tower.
On the raised platform stood several immortals in shining white robes.
One stood slightly ahead of the rest—the high-ranking immortal, the Grand Master, Zhang Xuan.
A middle-aged man with long gray-and-white beard, pearl-adorned sleeves, and a sharp, authoritative gaze.
"Rise," he commanded.
Everyone obeyed.
With a powerful voice, he began:
"Today we welcome disciples from other realms. From this moment, they are officially acknowledged as Immortals."
He gestured to a young man beside him.
"Xiao Zhan: Head of Registration."
Xiao Zhan stepped forward with a booklet in hand and scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on Mo Zhan.
"You. Come here."
Mo Zhan stared blankly. Han pushed him. "Go! He's waiting!"
Mo Zhan approached anxiously.
As he drew closer, some of the high-level immortals sensed a faint demonic energy radiating from him.
The Grand Master sensed it as well and murmured,
"No wonder Lou Wang sent only two disciples…"
He assumed both new Demon Realm disciples would be powerful.
Han watched nervously from afar, his thoughts drifting toward Yi Er beside him.
Mo Zhan finally reached the platform, panting slightly. He stood frozen for a few seconds before remembering to show formal respect.
He knelt. "My respects."
An elder nodded, granting permission to rise.
Xiao Zhan asked, "State your name."
Since Mo Zhan couldn't mention Lou Wang in the Immortal Realm, he used his real name.
"Mo Zhan."
His name was recorded.
Another elder stepped forward.
"Do not move," he said sternly.
He raised his right hand, purple energy swirling around it. In a moment, a glowing violet aura enveloped Mo Zhan and lifted him into the air.
Mo Zhan grinned with delight at the sensation of floating.
After a moment, the elder's stern expression slowly shifted into confusion. He lowered his hand, and Mo Zhan landed on the ground.
The elder announced loudly:
"His inner energy is dormant, and he possesses no cultivation power."
A wave of murmurs rippled through the elders and students.
Students stared at Mo Zhan with disdain.
Xiao smirked. "I knew he was useless."
Han wanted to defend him, but held back.
Xiao Zhan wrote the result down with uncertainty.
Mo Zhan, however, felt more relieved than upset—his true identity remained hidden.
A student stepped forward holding a robe and sword.
Xiao Zhan said,
"These are the temporary garments and weapon for immortals. They will be in your possession for as long as you remain here."
Mo Zhan reached out to take them. The moment he touched the robe, it instantly wrapped itself around him, and the sword hovered at his side.
He touched the garment in confusion and saw his old black clothes now in the student's hands.
"What the—?" he whispered.
The student chuckled. "It's magical clothing."
Mo Zhan grabbed the sword and muttered, "Ever heard of privacy…?"
An elder gestured for him to stand aside.
Next was Han.
He gave his real name too. After the examination:
"Inner energy and cultivation… average."
Mo Zhan gaped. Han only smiled.
He received his robe and stood beside Mo Zhan.
Mo Zhan asked, "Why does yours look different from mine?"
Han smirked. "Because I'm special, unlike you, you brat."
Mo Zhan glared at him and looked forward.
The rest of the foreign students completed the process.
The elders and the Grand Master felt disheartened that Lou Wang had sent disciples so weak.
Once all foreign students stood on the platform, facing the immortals, the Grand Master stepped forward.
"From this moment, these students are members of our realm. While you are here, treat one another as brothers and sisters, and help each other through hardship."
Everyone answered together, "Yes, sir!"
The Grand Master nodded. "The ceremony is over."
And vanished from sight.
Xiao Zhan turned to the students.
"You may go to your classes."
Students ascended the stairs in organized lines.
Mo Zhan beamed. "It's the first day, so we don't have classes!"
"Quite the opposite."
Lin Yu's cold voice came from behind them, his expression stern.
"You, new students… follow me."