15 Chapter 15

Therefore, Ning Shu's spiritual shadow stone recorded many scenes of bright and beautiful women in bright and seductive clothes standing in a row, making scissors hands with confused faces. Ning Shu was very loyal and took close-ups of the beautiful faces of each elder from several different angles. Then he retreated to the corner and continued shooting with a sense of unsatisfied desire.

The elders also found their seats and stood in a circle on the high platform around the square, waiting for the arrival of the sect leader.

Originally, the clan leader did not need to show up for such a small matter as welcoming the new students, but after all, this was the first time that his own daughter had done anything since she came of age, and the worried old mother could not let her mind go, so she came in person to support her daughter.

Although she heard Zixiao's report a few days ago that the audition competition held by Shu'er successfully attracted the interest and love of many cultivators, but whether this kind of attention and appreciation that has nothing to do with admiration can be transformed into nutrients for the growth of the sacred tree and the disciples... To be honest, she and Zixiao are not very optimistic.

But this was the first time Shu'er took the initiative to do something, and her original intention was for the benefit of the sect, so the sect leader felt that no matter what the result was, she, as a mother, should continue to encourage her.

Even if it fails, it doesn't matter. It's just a few more disciples anyway. It's insignificant to the Hehuan Sect. Let Shu'er play for a few years first...

Thinking of this, the sect leader saw the square at the sect entrance from afar, and remembered her daughter shaking her sleeves and admonishing her yesterday, "Mom, you must look beautiful and make a gorgeous appearance!" She waved her hand lightly, and suddenly golden petals and leaves fluttered down from the sky.

Then the disciples standing in the center of the venue suddenly smelled a fragrant breeze. Looking up, they first saw golden spots in the sky like shining stars in the night sky. A woman with gorgeous clothes and graceful appearance landed in the center of the high platform like a fairy from heaven. The ribbons on her body decorated with silver embroidery moved without wind. Maids and servants around her came in and out. The scene was grand and solemn, like the emperor and princess’ tour in the storybooks.

The woman looked not at all tacky in the jeweled clothes and jewelry, but rather looked even more graceful and elegant. The golden flower between her eyebrows sparkled on her fair skin like dewdrops sparkling on peony petals.

There was no need for Elder Bai Xuan to introduce the woman's identity. The disciples all knelt and saluted, joining the elders on the platform in greeting loudly: "Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Sisters, there's no need to be so polite." The woman's voice sounded gentle and pleasant, and she glanced at the figure in the center of the square with an inquiring look.

"Since you have just sworn allegiance to the Hehuan Sect, I will place you under the protection of our sect's most precious treasure: the Double-Dwelling Wutong Tree. This way, the sisters in the sect will be able to connect with each other, and if you are ever in trouble, you can rely on this magical treasure to survive."

How could the disciples be reluctant to receive such a precious magical treasure as soon as they joined the sect? They knelt down and saluted devoutly, thanking the sect master for his kindness and generosity.

So the sect leader closed her eyes, made a hand gesture, and opened her red lips to recite a spell. Suddenly, a tall golden tree with lush branches and leaves appeared behind her. Several golden silk threads stretched out from the branches. Some of the threads were connected to the elders of the Hehuan Sect nearby, while more of them were hidden in the sky and connected to the Hehuan Sect disciples who were practicing outside.

The elders also chanted spells with the sect leaders, and slowly the light on the tree became brighter and brighter. Then many new silk threads emerged from the branches and connected to the disciples in the center of the square one by one as if consciously.

Liu Pianpian was kneeling on the ground praying devoutly when she suddenly felt a fresh scent of grass and trees penetrate her heart. She opened her eyes curiously and was surprised to find that the world in front of her had become extremely clear. Her body seemed to have opened up and her perception of the world suddenly became clear. Even the hidden pain caused by years of dancing was cured without medicine.

This feeling was so wonderful. Her eyes could see the insects jumping in the grass more than ten meters away, her ears could hear the surging flow of the lake in the distance, and her skin could feel the tiny and subtle breath, as if the whole world suddenly became clear and vivid through the fuzzy barrier.

Is this the world that those immortal cultivators experience? It's completely different from my numb and chaotic past!

She looked around curiously like a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time, and her gaze unexpectedly met that of other contestants behind her. Several of those who performed well in the competition had the same joy and curiosity in their eyes, but the expressions of most contestants were no different from before.

The elders standing on the high platforms around exchanged glances with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Just now, several of the disciples in this group were directly entangled and empowered by the gathered threads of love when they were connected to the sacred tree. They have now skipped the stage of drawing the Qi into the body and directly entered the first level of Qi training.

This is truly a special situation that has never been encountered before. So many people have been moved before they even start practicing. These disciples that the young master has found are truly gifted.

"Alright, let's end today's apprenticeship ceremony here." The sect leader also noticed the abnormality of the disciples, but his face remained calm.

"Bai Xuan, these disciples will be handed over to you from now on. Take them to Fangzhi Island to live with the outer disciples. We can make subsequent arrangements after Shu'er's competition is over."

"Yes, sir." Bai Xuan knelt down and saluted, then turned around and left with the disciples behind her. The other elders also dispersed. Ning Shu handed the Spirit Shadow Stone to Xiao Cui, and skipped away, using his mother's wind control technique.

On Fengqi Island where the sect leader lived, Ning Shu and his mother stood in the courtyard covered by sycamore trees. The sect leader stretched out a hand and stroked the thick branches of the sacred tree, as if feeling something, while Ning Shu sat on the stone block under the tree and waited quietly, his eyes wide open with nervousness.

After a long moment, the Sect Master withdrew his sensing hand and opened his eyes. Ning Shu immediately leaned over eagerly, "Mother, what's wrong?"

The clan leader reached out and pinched his daughter's delicate face, the corners of his rosy lips raised slightly in a pleased smile: "You're right, Shu'er, the amount of love I can collect has indeed increased."

She stretched out her hand and gently gathered in the air, and a small bundle of golden silk threads was held in her hand. After counting carefully, there were exactly 123 of them. Every day, the number was more than doubled than before. In the long run, it would be a considerable income.

But Ning Shu was still not satisfied. She looked at the extra strand of love thread and shook her head in disdain: "This is too little. If we continue like this, there is no way to speed up the growth of the sacred tree!"

"Shu'er, don't be too anxious." The clan leader smiled and stroked her soft hair. "You know, the sisters work tirelessly on a daily basis, traveling all over the place to find passionate men, but they can only barely make a living with about fifty strands. You've been busy for just over a month and doubled that amount. It's really not easy."

"But mother, the emotions collected in this way will not last long. The number of emotional threads has doubled now only because the heat of the auditions in the City That Never Sleeps has not passed yet. If we let it go naturally, then after a while..." Ning Shu frowned. The difficulty of condensing emotional threads was far beyond her expectations.

During this period, she not only played the recorded program in the hall that time, but also projected the program onto the outer wall of the screening room for passers-by to watch for free. According to her estimation, the number of monks attracted was at least several thousand, but she did not expect that the conversion rate of love could not even reach ten to one.

This sacred tree is indeed an innate treasure passed down from ancient times. Its demand for emotional intensity is ridiculously high.

By this calculation, my mother could collect fifty love threads every day, which means that there are at least thousands of unlucky guys out there who are deceived by the scumbag girls of the Hehuan Sect every day... Ning Shu covered his forehead with his hands, unable to bear to look.

No wonder the Hehuan Sect has such a bad reputation. If it were modern times, I'm afraid all of us would be hung on the confession wall by victims from all sides and accused and reprimanded.

This wasn't going to work in the long run. Ning Shu felt that if things continued like this, the Hehuan Sect would sooner or later be attacked by all the other sects who had had enough. So she stood up abruptly and ran out the door.

"Mother, I can think of more ways to consolidate our love! Wait for my good news!"

On an island in the northernmost corner of the Hehuan Sect, Elder Yunzhi, who always loved quietness, was painting in the courtyard facing a pretty girl in a pink dress holding a branch of flowers. The island was extremely quiet because of its remote location. The only sounds in the entire courtyard were the rustling of papers and the chirping of birds and cicadas.

"Sister Yunzhi! Are you there?" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the gate of the courtyard, breaking the tranquility in the yard. Yunzhi and the woman in pink looked at each other, and both showed helpless expressions.

The bamboo door creaked open, and Ning Shu ran straight into the courtyard filled with flowers. Seeing someone standing there, she smiled and waved, "Lanxi, are you here to be a model again?"

Sister Yunzhi is a quiet woman who likes painting. She is especially good at painting various kinds of beauties. Eight out of ten times she travels are for "collecting materials", and her closed disciple Lanxi is her favorite subject for copying.

So Ning Shu has encountered similar painting scenes countless times since she was a child. At the beginning, Lan Xi would ask her such questions with a puzzled look on her face, but later she gradually got used to it. Now, if she doesn’t say "model", she can’t remember what word to use to describe her behavior.

"Young Master, I heard you were busy with the new disciples in the Never-Sleeping City?" Lan Xi smiled, revealing a sharp fang. She plucked a flower from the branch and pinned it in Ning Shu's hair. "How did you find the time to come to us?"

"I'm here to ask Sister Yunzhi for help!" Ning Shu ran to Yunzhi with a smile, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to her: "Please, Sister Yunzhi, I really need the help of someone with superb painting skills!"

"What's the matter?" Yun Zhi put down the brush after finishing the last stroke. She picked up the paperweight and gently pressed it on the wet painting. "I only paint beauties."

Don’t even think about the kittens, puppies, chickens, and ducklings you raised.

"She's a beauty! Absolutely a beauty!" Ning Shu raised three fingers and swore, "You've seen them too, those new disciples this morning. They're not ugly, are they?"

Yun Zhi lowered her head and thought for a moment, "There are indeed a few beauties worth painting. Do you want me to paint them?"

"Yeah!" Ning Shu nodded vigorously. "I want to make some photos and posters for a few popular contestants... pictures of beautiful women. The more beautiful the style, the better!"

Yun Zhi frowned in embarrassment: "But they haven't grown up yet. I want to wait a few years..."

"I will print thousands of copies of your painting, and let all the monks in the City That Never Sleeps worship and admire your paintings!"

"……make a deal."

【Author’s words】

The old Yunzhi: Those old Taoist priests really don’t know how to appreciate things. What’s with all that talk of lust and lust? This is all art! It’s art, don’t you understand? [Angry]

Yun Zhi from now on: Don’t call me a painter, call me Mrs. Yun Zhi! [Spread flowers]