Chapter 14

Visitors from the Biyue Sect

After the last batch of spiritual plants in the spiritual field were refined into Wei Ling Paste, the two started practicing again.

Instead of going to the market, they stored the batch of Wei Ling ointment.

In the Lingquan space, there are large areas of Hongmeng purple spiritual grass growing. Although some of them are not a thousand years old, they are at least more than five hundred years old.

Yan Qingyan performed the rain-making technique and looked at the vast tracts of spiritual fields in front of her, feeling a great sense of joy and satisfaction rising in her heart.

"This is the kingdom that I conquered!"

A deep voice resounded in all directions, ripples appeared on the surface of the spiritual spring water, and the lavender leaves of the Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass swayed gently, as if responding to Yan Qingyan's bold words.

There is only Yan Qingyan in the space, so she can be as immature as she wants.

"Um?"

Yan Qingyan's left ear moved slightly and her brows frowned inadvertently.

"There's movement outside."

Yan Qingyan left the space.

A month has passed since I finalized my cultivation plan.

Yan Qingyan's cultivation was firmly established at the third level of Qi Refining, with a tendency to break through to the fourth level.

After opening the door, Yan Qingyan, wearing a blue gown, walked out slowly.

There was a clanging sound outside, which spread in all directions, and many villagers were in an uproar.

Squeak——

The door opposite also opened soon after, and Ling Mochen walked out slowly in a red shirt, with the aura of the third level of Qi Refining flowing through his body.

Ling Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly. Could something big have happened in the village?

"Let's go and take a look?" Yan Qingyan raised her eyebrows towards the outside.

"Okay." Ling Mochen restrained his breath and tried his best to suppress the fluctuations of spiritual energy in his body.

Yan Qingyan smacked her lips and said, "Yujiang Village is full of mortals, it's impossible to hide... eh?"

"What's wrong?" Ling Mochen asked.

Yan Qingyan suddenly closed her eyes, used her mental power to sense the plants and trees in all directions, and quickly obtained information.

After a few breaths, she learned what had happened in the village and her expression became somewhat excited.

"The Bi Yue Sect is coming to the village to recruit disciples!"

Yan Qingyan's face looked a little ugly. The people sent by the sect to recruit disciples were at least in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Ling Mochen was surprised. He didn't expect that a small place like Yujiang Village would also recruit disciples from the sect.

He handed the pill he had prepared to Yan Qingyan, "This is a Concealment Pill, a first-grade pill. One pill can conceal one's cultivation for a day. It is enough to deal with this time."

That day, the two of them decided to prepare at least one treasure that could conceal their cultivation. After learning about the existence of a first-grade concealing pill, Qingyan began to collect the spiritual plants on the pill recipe.

In a short period of time, a large number of spiritual plants were delivered to his room. Even after experiencing the incident of the thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spiritual grass, this method still shocked him.

"It was refined so quickly?!"

Yan Qingyan's eyes were full of surprise, she met a potential alchemy master!

He became a first-class alchemist in a short period of time, and he was able to refine complex pills such as the Concealment Pill. Such talent really made her envious.

Yan Qingyan suddenly wanted to see whether the Ling family would regret it if Mo Chen became famous in the future.

"This is a matter of safety, how dare we delay."

The two of them took one pill each and swaggered out of the room.

Hundreds of people were crowded at the entrance of Yujiang Village.

Many villagers were lined up with their families, holding a child in each hand, carrying one on their backs, and another hanging on their chests.

"The Jade Moon Sect is accepting disciples. Anyone aged five to ten can be tested."

A man wearing a turquoise Taoist robe with a golden crescent moon embroidered on the hem stood upright at the entrance of the village.

He held a spirit-testing plate in his hand and tested each child in the line one by one.

The villagers were very excited, but they lowered their voices and dared not speak too loudly. The uproar just now seemed to have made the immortal very unhappy.

"Water, earth and wood are three elements, and they are of the middle level of yellow rank. You can join the sect as a servant."

Three rays of light of different colors flashed on the spirit-testing plate. The light was faint and flickering.

The child whose spiritual roots were discovered was overjoyed, and the adults around her were so excited that they almost screamed.

This is Jiang Xiaoya, the youngest daughter of the village chief.

"Little girl actually has spiritual roots? Oh my god!"

"Little girl is the only one in the village chief's family who has spiritual roots. What's going on?"

"Could it be that the little girl is... not my biological child?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The moment Jiang Xiaoya detected her spiritual roots, the villagers were excited again and chattered non-stop.

"Quiet!"

The Biyue Sect monk frowned and shouted.

The scene immediately became quiet.

"Master, why aren't my fat hands glowing?"

When the village chief saw that his youngest daughter was able to cultivate immortality, he hurriedly asked about the condition of his youngest son.

"If there is no movement, it means you have no spiritual roots. Get out of the way, next one." The monk spoke in a cold voice.

The village chief was scolded and was so frightened that he trembled like a sieve and quickly stepped aside.

The children in the village took the test one after another, and it was over in less than half an hour. In the end, only Jiang Xiaoya had spiritual roots, and she was a yellow-grade one who could only do menial work in the sect.

Yan Qingyan felt mixed emotions when she saw this.

'Spiritual roots are indeed one in a million. Compared to not being able to even embark on the path to immortality, having a yellow-grade spiritual root is better than having nothing at all. '

Yan Qingyan suddenly felt less resentful about her water spiritual roots.

The cultivator from the Biyue Sect had an indifferent expression on his face. He had a cold face and a frown on his face from beginning to end, and he went through the process in a businesslike manner.

After leaving ten taels of silver to the village chief, he took Jiang Xiaoya away.

Before leaving, Yan Qingyan didn't know if it was an illusion, but the man seemed to look at her.

"As expected of a product of the Biyue Sect, so cool!" Yan Qingyan looked unhappy.

I thought there would be an unavoidable conflict between the protagonist today, but I didn't expect that she was just a passerby.

The scene of a top genius appearing as she had imagined did not happen. There was only one child with spiritual roots in a village. The probability really shocked her.

Ling Mochen looked at her in confusion. Dragging? What's the meaning?

After the Biyue Sect monks walked away, the village entrance suddenly became lively.

"Why? Why can Xiaoya have spiritual roots, but my second child doesn't?!"

"The little girl is usually silly and doesn't look like she can become an immortal."

"Village chief, your little girl was picked up by the immortal, why are you not happy?"

The village chief twitched his lips when he heard this and said, "I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"I got ten taels of silver for nothing, why don't you treat everyone to a meal?"

"What are you eating? It's not free! We are so sad that Xiao Ya left. We are not in the mood to eat!" When the village head's wife heard this, she quickly retorted.

It was also very lively here with Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen. When the acquaintances in the village saw them, they kept talking to each other.

"Qingyan, where have you been these days? Why are you still hiding at home?"

"I am cultivating my character and understanding the law of nature." Yan Qingyan said seriously.

The villager who asked the question: ...

After not seeing you for a while, your temperament has changed a bit.

"How do you cultivate your character? Tell us so we can learn more!"

"I heard that many people from big families have spiritual roots. Is that true?"

"Luckily I saw you today, otherwise I would have thought you were missing."

"By the way, Xiaoya was taken away to cultivate immortality. What do you think?"

Yan Qingyan looked at the villagers who were surrounding her and chattering and asking questions, and thought with some confusion.

'They were both in seclusion, so why did these villagers only ask her and not Ling Mochen? '

Yan Qingyan looked at Ling Mochen steadily. She was wearing a red shirt but there was no sense of charm. Her upright posture made her temperament seem even more cold and elegant. Her face was as calm as water. When she realized that she was looking at him, he turned around and gave her a gentle smile.

Even after smiling, her whole temperament still carried a hint of alienation, which made the villagers nearby subconsciously want to stay away.

What about herself?

Yan Qingyan looked at herself in Ling Mochen's eyes. There was always a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes curved into crescent shapes when she smiled. Was she too friendly in the eyes of the villagers?

The corners of Yan Qingyan's mouth twitched. If she had known that there would be no good show to watch and it would be so troublesome, she would not have gone out today.

Ling Mochen chuckled, as if sensing her impatience, and pulled her away from the village entrance.

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