Chapter 21 Jiang Weiqing's New Master

Qingyue Peak.

The morning light shines through the mist on the top of the mountain, and a thin layer of spiritual energy flows on the top of the peak.

Ye Zhao sat cross-legged in the quiet room, with spiritual energy flowing around her body.

After driving away a few disciples who were not doing their jobs and only disturbed his meditation, he could now have peace of mind and his state of mind during cultivation was different from before. The spiritual power in his dantian actually rose steadily by a small level in just a few days.

After finishing her exercise, she pushed the door open and went to change her clothes, only to find that her room was completely new.

The desk under the window was so clean that there was not a speck of dust, and the teacups were carefully wiped until they looked as bright as new. The long gowns she had worn were carefully washed and neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.

Needless to say, this must be the work of Su Luoxue.

Su Luoxue has always been calm and sensible, and will take care of people in the details.

The other side.

Mother Jiang scraped the last handful of rice from the bottom of the pot into a bowl and handed it to her youngest son who was wolfing it down.

"Won't you leave some for Weiqing?" asked Jiang's father.

Mother Jiang snorted disdainfully, "What a loser! He eats more than anyone else. Oh, and I heard there's an old Taoist priest who's been recruiting disciples in the village lately. Bring him a disciple and he'll get two kilograms of millet in exchange."

"But the last time I passed by there, I heard screams coming from inside, it was eerie. I heard that several of his apprentices disappeared after a few days..." Father Jiang frowned.

"What does that have to do with us?" Mother Jiang muttered softly, "If we can exchange it for two kilograms of millet, it will be enough for Awang to eat for several days."

After a long silence, Father Jiang nodded.

“…Alright.”

Early the next morning, Jiang's father knocked on Jiang Weiqing's door.

"Qing'er, your mother and I discussed this for a long time last night, and we think you should go out for a walk. Don't you want to find a new master to practice with? This time, your parents have really found a master."

Jiang Weiqing felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He was even more moved by the fact that his parents were working hard for him and planning a future for him.

He stood up, his voice trembling: "Dad, Mom... I will definitely not let you down."

Father Jiang's eyes dodged for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then quickly change into neat clothes and come with us."

Three miles outside the village, a dilapidated temple stands deep in the shade of the woods. Moss covers the stone steps, and the dilapidated wooden door is ajar, exuding a faint cold atmosphere.

As soon as Jiang Weiqing stepped into the temple, he felt a chill on his spine and a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

He subconsciously looked back at his parents, but saw that they were avoiding looking at him and urging him to move on.

In the hall, an old Taoist with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

"What's your name?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Jiang...Jiang Weiqing."

"Very good." The old Taoist grinned and took out a whisk from his sleeve. "Become my disciple."

Jiang Weiqing had no doubts at all. He knelt down respectfully, kowtowed three times, and called out "Master".

Mother Jiang put away the two bags of millet given by the old Taoist priest, with a hint of triumph in her eyes.

After the apprenticeship ceremony, Jiang Weiqing couldn't contain himself and walked over with a respectful look on his face.

"Master, I have a great grudge to pay. I hope you can use your extraordinary abilities to avenge it for me!"

The old Taoist's eyes wrinkled a few times. "Oh? Which villain bullied my precious disciple?"

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Weiqing with ill intent.

Soon, he will have another puppet...

Before this new disciple can be trained into a puppet, he must first stabilize him.

Jiang Weiqing spat out two words in hatred: "Ye Zhao."

"Oh..." The old Taoist took a sip of tea and asked casually, "What's her cultivation level?"

"Golden Pill."

"Puff!" The old Taoist was taking a sip of tea from the teacup, but when he heard the words, he suddenly spat out the hot tea, spraying the entire mouthful of tea onto his sleeves.

He coughed breathlessly, his face filled with horror. "What did you say? Golden Core?! You've made an enemy of a Golden Core cultivator?"

Jiang Weiqing looked at him in confusion. "Yes. She is the weakest Peak Master in our Sword Sect. Everyone says she got promoted to Peak Master through connections."

The expression on the old Taoist's face suddenly became extremely interesting, as if he had heard a huge joke. For a moment, he didn't even know whether to get angry or run away first.

He stiffened his neck and asked slowly, "Wait, you said... Ye Zhao? Which Zhao? The one with a sun on the left?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Weiqing was taken aback by the question. "Yes, it seems to be this Zhao."

The old Taoist's face turned pale.

He remembered.

The leader of Qingyue Peak of Wenjian Sect was seen by outsiders as being low-key and reserved, but few people knew that she had once slaughtered the four major families in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones in one night!

He is just an evil cultivator who survives by practicing puppetry, while Ye Zhao is the ruler of one of the top four sects!

The old Taoist's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he said awkwardly, "Although my cultivation... ahem... is not weak, I still shouldn't be reckless when it comes to revenge."

Jiang Weiqing frowned: "Master, are you afraid of her?"

Logically speaking, the master his parents found for him shouldn't be stronger than Ye Zhao.

Besides, Ye Zhao is not that strong.

In his previous life, he could easily make Ye Zhao vomit blood with just a slap.

The old Taoist priest leaned against a crooked tree, stroking his gray beard, his eyes rolling around.

He forced himself to calm down and snorted, "Who said that the master was afraid! Ye Zhao is just a female cultivator, who is she? Don't worry, disciple, the master will stand up for you another day."

He put down the teacup and flicked his fingers in the air, making a snapping sound.

Anyway, there are only two of them here. Even if he talks nonsense, who would know?

There was no way Ye Zhao would know.

As for revenge, he could just keep dragging it out until he successfully turned Jiang Weiqing into a puppet.

"Your master, I can crush an ant like her with just one finger."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold female voice came from behind the tree.

"Really?"

"who?!"

The old Taoist jumped up suddenly and almost hit his head on a tree branch. He turned around with his eyes wide open and saw the woman in green clothes with a calm expression not far away.

She was just standing there casually with her hands behind her back, but it seemed as if the entire forest mist was frozen by her aura.

"You dare to eavesdrop on our conversation between master and disciple? Are you looking for death?"

Jiang Weiqing took a step forward excitedly and pulled the old Taoist's sleeve: "Master, she is Ye Zhao, please kill her for me!"

"Ye Zhao?"

The old Taoist looked at the woman in front of him carefully again.

The next moment his face suddenly changed and he froze as if struck by lightning.

Ye Zhao!!!

"You said she is... Ye Zhao from the Sword Sect?"

Jiang Weiqing was still puzzled, and nodded: "Yes, she is very weak, only at the Jindan stage, you should act quickly."

Before he could finish, the old Taoist took off running, his movements as fast as the wind, raising a trail of dust behind him.

“I want to live a few more years!!”

He ran away while cursing, leaving Jiang Weiqing standing there in a daze, his face full of confusion.

Could it be that this is Master's plan?