At the flying boat's landing spot, the disciples whispering around Lu Qingli were suddenly drawn to their attention by a low rumble. Looking up, they saw a luxurious flying boat inlaid with gold and jade ornaments slowly descending from the sky. Its surface shimmered with brilliance, ablaze with the brilliance of spiritual patterns, and every inch of its carving exuded luxury and majesty.

"That's Senior Brother Zhao Qingyue's flying boat!" A cry of surprise came from the crowd, and then the whole place exploded.

The door of the flying boat slowly opened, and a young man dressed in gorgeous spiritual robes calmly stepped down. His spiritual robes were embroidered with golden threads, emitting a faint aura from the flowing spiritual energy. At his waist hung a jewel-studded spiritual sword, the flowing light from the scabbard seeming to constantly announce the owner's identity and status. Zhao Qingyue held a bouquet of crystal-clear spiritual flowers in his hands, the petals shimmering with faint spiritual ripples, clearly a priceless treasure.

Zhao Qingyue glanced around, a confident and relaxed smile playing on his lips. His gaze fell on Lu Qingli, unable to conceal the naked admiration in his eyes. He stepped forward, his movements graceful and composed, as if the attention of the crowd belonged to him.

"Junior Sister Qingli," his voice was gentle and low, yet filled with pride and confidence. "Today, I specially picked this bunch of Thousand Spirit Flowers from Yulan Mountain. It is said that their spiritual energy can focus the mind and nourish the soul, making them extremely rare. I hope you will do me the honor of riding on the flying boat with me and taking in the beautiful starry sky."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and handed the bouquet of Thousand Spirit Flowers to Lu Qingli, his gesture elegant yet revealing a hint of arrogance. The light of the spiritual flowers illuminated his handsome face, as if the entire flying boat docking point was focused on him.

The crowd of onlookers immediately started talking:

"Senior Brother Zhao Qingyue is indeed the core disciple of the Zhao family! This family background and cultivation are simply impeccable!"

"I heard that the Zhao family has great influence in Lingxiao Sect, and can even be on par with the Sect Master of a branch sect!"

"Not to mention his flying boat, which is said to be made of thousand-year-old cold jade. The spiritual patterns on it alone are worth thousands of spirit stones! There aren't many such luxurious flying boats in the entire Lingxiao Sect, right?"

"Senior Brother Zhao not only has a distinguished family background, but his cultivation has also reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, and he's only one step away from foundation building! If he can be paired with Senior Sister Lu Qingli, it would truly be a match made in heaven!"

Zhao Qingyue turned a deaf ear to these discussions. His eyes were always fixed on Lu Qingli. His confident smile seemed to silently declare: "No matter my family background, cultivation level, or the treasures in my hands, I am worthy of this fairy princess."

Meanwhile, Xiang Fan, in the distance, was quietly hiding behind the crowd, clutching a thick book, his head lowered, trying to minimize his presence. He glanced up at Zhao Qingyue's flying boat, then back at the book he was holding. His mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but silently grumble, "So a flying boat can look like this? It's almost like a mobile palace... Compared to them, I'm nothing."

He lowered his head again, not daring to look any further, but the chatter around him only intensified his sense of inferiority. He murmured to himself, "Sure enough, this kind of situation isn't for me." Then, hugging his book tightly, he quietly moved to a further corner, trying to distance himself from the others.

Zhao Qingyue's gaze never left Lu Qingli. He waited confidently, as if he had already foreseen the scene of Lu Qingli accepting the spirit flower and riding on the flying boat together. His upright figure and dazzling spirit sword complemented the spirit flower in his hand, like a protagonist already designed on stage, waiting for a perfect ending.

Lu Qingli looked at the spiritual flower Zhao Qingyue handed her. Her smile was still as warm as a spring breeze, but a hint of alienation appeared in her eyes. She nodded slightly, her tone gentle but distant, "I appreciate your kindness, Junior Brother Zhao. The Thousand Spirit Flowers are indeed precious. I'm sorry for your trouble."

A hint of pride flashed in Zhao Qingyue's eyes, and a confident smile curved his lips. He raised his hand, motioning for his accompanying disciple to offer the spiritual flower. He continued, "Junior sister, your beauty needs no embellishment. This is just a small token of my appreciation. The starry sky is picturesque tonight. Would you be willing to join me on a flying boat to see this beautiful sight?"

The disciples around him had already held their breath, and whispers were heard quietly:

"Senior Brother Zhao Qingyue is so thoughtful. Who can refuse such romance?"

"Senior Sister Lu Qingli is a fairy princess, so she should probably give Senior Brother Zhao some face this time!"

"Senior Brother Zhao has both family background and cultivation, it's a match made in heaven!"

However, in the face of Zhao Qingyue's courtesy, Lu Qingli's smile remained calm. She shook her head gently, her voice soft but firm, "I appreciate your kindness, Junior Brother Zhao. But I already have someone I love, so I can't accept anyone else's invitation."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar. Zhao Qingyue's smile froze, and a subtle flicker of astonishment and anger crossed his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure, his eyes flickering around, as if searching for the "person of your dreams" Lu Qingli had mentioned.

"The one you admire?" Zhao Qingyue repeated, his voice low and cold. "I wonder which master is more fortunate than me to have won the favor of my junior sister?"

The disciples around began to discuss in low voices:

"Senior Sister Lu Qingli actually has someone she loves? Who is it?"

"Could it be a genius from another sect? Otherwise, how could he possibly be better than Senior Brother Zhao?"

"But Senior Brother Zhao is a peak-level Qi training expert at the ninth level. Could this person be even better?"

Lu Qingli still had a smile on her face, and her tone was neither hurried nor slow: "This is Qingli's private matter, Junior Brother Zhao, there is no need to worry about it."

The smile on Zhao Qingyue's face was no longer natural. The corners of his mouth twitched, and suppressed anger ignited in his eyes. He asked unwillingly, "If that's the case, I wonder when Junior Sister would be willing to let us see this master?"

Lu Qingli remained calm, bowing gently in greeting, her voice gentle and polite: "Thank you for your kindness, Junior Brother Zhao, but Qingli has something else to do, so I'm sorry I can't keep you company. Excuse me."

With that, she turned and walked deeper into the crowd, her skirt fluttering, her steps still graceful. Her silhouette was as soft as the moon, yet with an untouchable coldness that inspired awe.

Zhao Qingyue stood there, his hand holding the spiritual flower trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on Lu Qingli's receding figure. He murmured softly, "Junior Sister Qingli..." His tone was filled with resentment and anger.

The atmosphere at the flying boat dock became tense. Although the disciples watching did not dare to speak openly about Zhao Qingyue's embarrassment at being rejected, their whispers still reached his ears:

"Senior Brother Zhao actually failed this time..."

"This is too surprising. He is the young master of the Zhao family. Who can compare to him?"

"Who is that person I'm attracted to? He's either a high-ranking official in the sect or a peerless genius from an outer sect!"

The more Zhao Qing listened to these voices, the gloomier his expression became.