Chapter 26: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 3

The girl in white was dodging the attacks from the low-level monsters in a somewhat awkward manner. Her originally neat robe was now covered with mud, and there were also some spots of mud scattered on her pretty fair face.

Having not yet established her foundation, she rarely traveled far on her own. Even when she did, she always brought plenty of servants with her, never worrying about the trivialities of life. Therefore, she didn't have enough fasting pills in her storage.

When I was hungry, I could only pick some wild fruits, or use magic to catch a few from the river and cook them to fill my stomach.

She took a bite of the half-cooked fish, and the strong fishy stench that surged into her throat made her gag. She quickly put the fish down and eagerly grabbed a piece of unripe fruit and bit into it. The sourness of the fruit instantly overwhelmed the disgusting fishy smell.

She lowered her head and stared at the fruit in her hand. Her eyes gradually turned red and there seemed to be heat in them, but she forced it down.

After eating half her meal with a choked sob, she finally took the time to look around.

The teleportation to the secret realm entrance is random, and the location everyone is teleported to depends on their luck.

She was lucky. The place she was teleported to was a forest near a river. There were no dangerous monsters nearby, so even though she was in a bad state, she spent the first day safely.

The next day, she couldn't stand the feeling of being dirty, so she changed her clothes and walked out of the forest carefully avoiding the monsters.

The forest was small, and the young woman quickly emerged. Having suffered a loss, she didn't dare to be careless. She kept a vigilant eye on her surroundings as she walked, fearing that a demonic beast might appear and strike her hard.

Hearing footsteps not far away, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

Although she has been loved and spoiled by her parents since she was born, and has been raised to be domineering by everyone around her, and there have always been people who worry about her in the trivial matters of life, so she is only lacking in these aspects of daily life.

But as the young master of Penglai Pavilion, she has been with her father since she was a child. If she was brought up with careful education, she should be quite sensitive as the young master of Penglai Pavilion. She has heard to a certain extent about all the dirty things that happened in the world of cultivation.

Unlike the kindhearted, non-confrontational cultivators depicted in mortal novels, almost every cultivator in the world of cultivation defies the will of Heaven, fighting for their lives. In pursuit of the path of cultivation, they resort to a myriad of methods.

Most of the independent cultivators who have been struggling in the world of cultivation for many years are the best at intrigue and deception, and are very adept at killing and robbing.

She didn't know the character of the person who came, so she didn't dare to gamble, nor did she want to gamble.

The girl carefully used a magic weapon to restrain her breath, held her breath, and hid her frail body behind a huge rock.

She soon saw several people in front of her. Yes, it was not just one person as she thought, but three people.

They were all tall and strong male monks, wearing half-worn Taoist robes, with their hair tied up. Their faces were ordinary and weathered, and their turbid eyes exuded greed and ruthlessness. They did not look like good people.

The three of them kept looking around, as if they were looking for something.

The girl leaned against a big rock, trying hard to avoid these wandering cultivators whom she had never taken seriously before. She closed her eyes weakly, trying to suppress the bitterness and fear in her eyes.

"Strange, the magic weapon clearly shows that the person is here, so why is he nowhere to be seen?" The middle-aged monk in a gray Taoist robe looked at the compass in his hand and muttered with a bad expression.

"Let's look for it again, maybe it's nearby." His companion's eyes were still scanning around.

"Hey, big brother, what are we looking for that girl for?" Another yellow-robed monk was also looking for his target seriously, and asked curiously while looking.

"I heard that girl is no longer the young master of Penglai Pavilion. If we want to enter Penglai Pavilion, it's useless for us to look for her."

"Who said I was looking for her in order to enter Penglai Pavilion?" The gray-robed monk's cloudy eyes were still fixed on the compass in his hand, with strong greed in his eyes.

"Although that girl is no longer the young master of Penglai Pavilion, she must have a lot of good things on her." His malicious intentions were evident in his words.

"But, big brother, that girl is the young master of Penglai Pavilion after all. If we do this..." Greed also surged in the heart of the yellow-robed monk, but when he thought of the girl's identity, he still had some concerns.

Although that girl is no longer the young master of Penglai Pavilion, the current master of Penglai Pavilion is her uncle after all. They are so blatant. If the people of Penglai Pavilion know about it, they will probably not have a good ending.

After hearing his companion's words, the gray-robed monk's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly calmed down without anyone noticing.

He waved his hand nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? Not to mention what that girl's status is in Penglai Pavilion, who would know what we are doing to her now?" After all, casualties were common in the trial field, and he couldn't blame anyone for his lack of strength.

The yellow-robed monk was clearly convinced. Yes, casualties in a training ground were perfectly normal. As long as they were careful, even if the people from Penglai Pavilion knew something was wrong with the girl, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to them.

Having made up their minds, the three monks continued to search seriously.

Not to mention that the words of the three cultivators had been reflected on the blue jade stone, and caused an uproar when people outside the trial field heard it.

The girl who was hiding beside the rock was shocked when she heard what the three monks said, and her face turned pale in an instant.

It turns out that the target of these three male cultivators was actually him!

Her clear eyes were filled with fear. The girl looked back cautiously, somewhat thankful that she had not bumped into him headfirst.

She swallowed carefully, bent her body, and stayed behind the boulder, not daring to move, for fear that she would be discovered by the three crazy cultivators.

Outside the secret realm, everyone was talking about the scene in the Qingyao Mirror. Although killing and stealing treasures were not uncommon in trials, it was rare to be exposed in front of so many powerful people.

And the object of the treasure being robbed was... They all turned their gazes involuntarily to the people in Penglai Pavilion.

Cen Hao looked at what was happening in the Qingyao Mirror with a grim expression, his eyes fixed on the shivering figure in white hiding behind the boulder.

Yin Nanqiao was always in high spirits and domineering, and he had never seen such a timid look on the girl's face.

Seeing that the powerful people on the stage were silent, he couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Master, why don't we suspend the trial ground for now?"

This sudden suggestion immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the platform.

"Why?" Rong Yin Xianzun's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at his third disciple with a sharp gaze.

Cen Hao endured the gazes of everyone on the platform, as well as the rather oppressive gaze of his own master. He remained straight-backed and spoke with neither arrogance nor servility, "Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the previous Penglai Pavilion Master was indebted to Master before his passing. This Yin Zhenren has only recently passed away. If something happens to his daughter in the Sword Sect today, it would likely damage Master's reputation."

He spoke with sincerity, as if he were a good disciple who cared wholeheartedly for his master.

Rong Yin Xianzun's gaze did not change, and he still pressed heavily on his third disciple.

The pressure brought by the gaze of the number one person in the world of cultivation is not so easy to bear, let alone a young man who has just established his foundation. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Cen Hao's face.

He gritted his teeth, fixed his eyes, beads of sweat streamed down his face, but he still kept his back straight.

"What this young man said makes sense." At this time, a lazy and casual voice sounded out of nowhere, causing everyone to look up at the person who spoke.

The man was dressed in a white brocade robe, with his hair tied up with an exquisite jade crown. He had a handsome face and a smile on his lips. He supported his chin with one hand and played with the teacup with the other, exuding a sense of laziness and leisure from the inside out.

The other party's calm gaze fell on the dodging girl in the Qingyao Mirror, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes:

"The previous Pavilion Master Yin died unexpectedly, leaving behind only this one bloodline. I'm sure there are many here who have received Pavilion Master Yin's kindness. Now that Pavilion Master Yin's only bloodline is in danger, I'm afraid I would feel guilty if I stood by and watched..."

The expressions of some monks who were "standing by and watching" suddenly froze.

Cen Hao also glanced at the person who spoke, and then immediately looked at his master again with anticipation. He knew that this person was his master's best friend, Fu Yushan Yan Ning, also known as Master Yan.

With Master Yan’s persuasion, maybe Master would give the other party some face?

But he was destined to be disappointed. Immortal Rongyin looked away, and the pressure from the young man immediately dissipated, making his slightly trembling back straighter.

"The trial continues." He announced calmly, rejecting his apprentice's request, and picked up the teacup with his slender hand and took a sip.

Yan Ning smiled upon hearing this, his eyelids slightly closed. He didn't care about being humiliated, and picked up the teacup and took a sip as if nothing happened. After not seeing him for a few years, the coldness of his good friend became even heavier.

It seemed as if he was born cold-hearted, devoted to the Dao, and as an Immortal Lord, he was most committed to justice. If the entire trial field was to be suspended because of one person, it would definitely not be allowed.

Looking up at the haggard girl in the Qingyao mirror again, Yan Ning felt a little regretful.

He had met the fallen Pavilion Master Yin once before and had a good impression of him. What he had just said on his behalf was also because of that encounter.

Moreover, a trace of contemplation flashed across the eyes of the monk in gorgeous robes. The girl in the mirror always gave him a rather strange feeling.

Could it be that there was some karmic connection between him and the other person? Yan Ning's brows furrowed slightly, but then he suddenly laughed at his own speculation and continued to play with the cup between his fingers.

After all, he and the young Pavilion Master had never met before in his life, so how could there be any cause and effect between them?

The young man in the middle did not move for a long time, still standing there stubbornly, until his senior brothers and sisters came over to take him away, and then he came back to his senses in a trance.

He returned to his master's back, but his eyes were still fixed on the scene in the green jade stone.

Since childhood, he really disliked the girl who was raised to be spoiled and domineering and liked to boss others around.

However, they grew up together, and even if he didn't like her, he never thought of her dying.