Want to go for a walk?

Of course you can!

I've been wanting to go out for a while, and maybe find a partner along the way, and experience a love-hate relationship.

After all, even an immortal would find it unbearable to stay at home for two hundred years, let alone the fact that no one has come to see Wu Er for several decades.

Of course, this excludes Wo Ningyan, who comes every three days.

However, while it's fine to go out, one shouldn't be too conspicuous.

If everyone knew that the sect leader had emerged from seclusion, the disciples in the sect would probably have to bow to him whenever they saw him.

We'll coax them with kind words and flatter them.

If he says he wants to find a Daoist partner, then all the beauties in the world will probably come running to him.

It's estimated that most of them weren't after his people, but rather his influence and power.

That would be very boring.

It's more interesting to find it yourself and then gradually work things out.

Therefore, we should be discreet when flying out later.

Things like riding on seven-colored clouds or cloud boat sword formations are obviously unusable.

Just use the most common low-grade magic weapon.

Wu Er searched all over Xiaoyuan Peak, where he lived in seclusion, but found not a single low-grade magic weapon, not even a mid-grade one.

Even the white silk he used to hang himself was a top-grade magic weapon...

Seeing this, Wu Er couldn't help but mutter, "They're so poor they only have top-grade magic weapons left."

There was no other way; even without a magic weapon, Wu Er could still fly.

The ability to fly without using magic weapons is a sign of having reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Although the Nascent Soul stage was a very low level of cultivation in his eyes, it was still too conspicuous in the sect.

"We don't have any low-grade magic treasures, what are we going to do? Do we have to walk there?"

So this fourth immortal of the human race began to ponder deeply.

Only then did I realize that he was an immortal...

A highly skilled immortal with immense magical power!

If you want to be inconspicuous while flying, you only need to use some magic to conceal your presence.

Those disciples with low cultivation levels simply couldn't see through it.

They've been living like immortals for so long that they think everyone else is an immortal or a demon saint.

After changing into the clothes of an outer disciple, Wu Er prepared to go out.

Thinking about it still makes me a little excited. Ever since I fought a group of immortals and demon saints two hundred years ago, I have gone back to the mountains to live in seclusion.

It's always a bit of a joy to go out for the first time in two hundred years.

"I wonder how the sect has developed now."

Wu Er hummed a little tune, rode on a cloud, and released a few spells to conceal his figure before setting off.

Flying high into the sky, looking down at the mountains below, I chose a mountain peak with many people and slowly flew over it.

They landed in a secluded place, concealing their cultivation level while revealing their physical form.

Then he swaggered into the street and looked around at his surroundings.

It must be said that Pengshanmen has developed quite well over the past two hundred years.

The buildings and walls are interconnected, appearing numerous yet orderly.

The market is well-equipped with all kinds of shops, each with its own fixed stalls and storefronts, making it much better than the markets where other sects set up stalls on the spot.

There were quite a few people on the road, but unlike ordinary cultivators, they weren't squatting in their caves to cultivate.

They strictly adhered to the sect's requirement of four hours of cultivation per day and two days of rest every seven days.

It is a positive and energetic sect.

Wu Er, as the sect leader, was very pleased with this.

Because of the sect's vibrant energy, the female disciples are always full of vitality.

Hmm, this 700-year-old Chunyang is looking for female disciples in their teens...

"I wonder what the female disciples are like this year, are there any good-looking ones?"

Now that he was out, Wu Er decided to find a woman.

After all, he wasn't practicing any pure yang skill, and he hadn't seen a woman other than Wo Ningyan for two hundred years.

More importantly, two hundred years ago, Wu Er made a vow to find a Daoist partner.

As for why such matters require making solemn vows...

Those are all stories from the past.

The most important thing right now is to meet a beautiful girl.

Then a tale of love, hate, and grudges begins!

Thinking of this, Wu Er straightened his appearance and tried his best to make himself look like a young man who was only seventeen years old.

I walked onto the street, trying to appear melancholic and add a touch of refinement.

He shook his head slightly.

Okay, that's starting to sound artsy.

The young master was handsome and elegant, leaning against the wall with one hand, exuding a commanding presence.

Wu Er secretly sent out his divine sense to search for the female disciple who might pass by him.

His divine sense had only extended a dozen or so feet when he sensed two more female disciples walking hand in hand toward him.

Judging by her face, she's not bad looking.

Wu Er tilted his head and saw the two female disciples with his eyes.

"Um?"

Wu Er hesitated for a moment.

It's not that there's anything wrong with the two female disciples, but rather that there's something wrong with the clothes they're wearing!

This is the standard style of the sect, and it is also decorated with the cloud pattern of Pengshan Sect.

It's the sect's uniform.

But why is this uniform made of over-the-knee socks and a miniskirt?

Wu Er was confused. In the past, the sect's uniforms were all long robes with wide sleeves, which made them very conservative.

How come we've become so open after two hundred years?

Wu Er shook his head, deciding to ignore the problem for now.

The two female disciples are almost here.

When Wu Er looked at those two long legs again, he couldn't help but drool.

He wiped away his drool, tidied his appearance, and revealed a touch of scholarly elegance.

Of course, no mind-disturbing magic was used.

He wanted to use his own charm to attract the two female disciples.

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