Chapter 32: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 9 (Part 2)

Each finger of spiritual wood contains extremely rich spiritual energy, and the plant energy contained in it is of great benefit to the cultivation of cultivators with wood spiritual roots.

If cultivators without wood spiritual roots can nourish their bodies with spiritual wood every day, those with congenitally weak constitutions can repair their bodies inch by inch, while those with healthy bodies can widen their tendons and veins section by section.

This kind of magical treasure, which has miraculous effects on everyone, is the most sought after by cultivators in the cultivation world.

However, the spirit-containing wood has extremely stringent requirements for its growth environment. It only grows in places with abundant spiritual energy. Generally, its traces can only be found in various secret realms with abundant spiritual energy. Therefore, it is very rare in the world of cultivation.

The wooden bed has been furnished with a quilt and soft pillows, both made of ice silk, which is also a rare spiritual treasure.

Rong Yin looked down at the girl, then gently placed her on the wooden bed.

The spiritual energy of the Soul-Enriching Wood was gradually absorbed into the girl's body, causing the frail girl's brows to relax slightly. She was sleeping soundly, seemingly dreaming of something sweet, her lips slightly pursed, her cheeks slightly flushed.

As if he remembered something, Rong Yin, who had put the girl in his arms, did not get up immediately. He looked at the girl lying on the bed with deep eyes, and suddenly took out a green magic mirror from his arms, which was the mirror that fell from the girl's neck at that time.

The mirror was emerald green, radiating a spiritual aura and exceedingly exquisite. Its only flaw was a fresh crack running down its surface. Perhaps it was because he had been around the girl for too long, but Rong Yin could still smell a lingering fragrance.

It is the same fragrance as that of the young girl.

Rong Yin's eyes were calm, and his slender fingers slowly rubbed the mirror in his hand, and then he gently placed the spiritual mirror on the cabinet above the bed.

After putting the mirror down, Rong Yin didn't leave immediately. He stood tall and graceful, standing in front of the bed, his dark eyes fixed on the person lying on the bed, and a strange emotion seemed to surge in his chest.

He stared at her like this for a long time, and the sensitive girl in her sleep seemed to notice his slightly gloomy gaze. Her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, the smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to disappear, and her cute sleeping face was slightly stained with a hint of uneasiness.

It was not until he noticed the change in the girl's expression that he came back to his senses in a daze. He realized that his eyes were still firmly glued to the girl on the bed, and he looked away in embarrassment.

He did not stay any longer. He just took a last look at the girl whose complexion had returned to normal, turned around and left the room.

Luoheng Hall had always been a quiet place, rarely visited even by members of the Sword Sect. But today, an uninvited guest arrived in the main hall of the usually deserted hall.

Yan Ning lay down on the soft couch at one side of the hall without any hesitation, and calmly picked up a crystal clear spiritual fruit with his fingertips and put it into his mouth.

It was not until Rong Yin appeared in the hall that he casually and gracefully spat out the fruit core in his mouth.

"Your disciples are outside begging to see you." He raised his eyelids, picked up another spiritual fruit in his mouth, and spoke in a casual tone.

Rong Yin did not respond to his words, but just looked at the ground with a slightly gloomy expression.

The entire Luoheng Hall was crafted from spiritual jade, so even the floor was spotless. At this moment, a few scattered brown spiritual fruit cores on the spotless floor seemed particularly unsightly.

It is well known in the world of cultivation that Immortal Rongyin loves cleanliness.

Yan Ning followed his gaze and of course saw the very conspicuous fruit core spit out on the floor. He also remembered Rong Yin's temperament, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

He could no longer maintain his calm expression. He smiled awkwardly, waved his hand, and cast a spell to clear the fruit cores from the ground.

Not until the annoying fruit cores on the ground were cleared away did Rong Yin's expression return to normal. He did not continue to pay attention to Yan Ning, who looked guilty, but sat down directly on the first seat.

Seeing him take out the tea set and cups and start tasting tea, Yan Ning picked up the cups with some boredom.

"Where did you take her?" Yan Ning lowered his eyes slightly, and the teacup in his hand was twisted by his slender fingers.

Rong Yin's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, the look in his eyes was ambiguous, but he still did not answer his friend's question.

"Why don't you say something? You brought her back in front of everyone and even settled her in your Luoheng Palace." Yan Ning pressed on, "What exactly are you planning to do with her?"

"So many people watched you bring the girl back home."

"I heard that she has always wanted to be your disciple? What do you think? If you are still unwilling to accept a disciple like her..." His eyes lit up and he said eagerly, "How about letting me accept her as my disciple? Although my cultivation level is not as high as yours, I am more than qualified to be your disciple." His tone was filled with excitement.

After hearing his words, Rong Yin finally put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at him with cold eyes.

"You are becoming more and more overbearing." Yan Ning curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but did not insist.

"So you plan to take her as your disciple?" he continued to ask with interest.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Rong Yin once announced that he would no longer accept disciples. If he really accepted Yin Nanqiao as his disciple, it would be like contradicting himself.

Rong Yin paused again as he picked up the teacup. His eyes began to become complex and deep as he thought of the girl lying on his bed.

Each of his disciples was chosen according to divine predictions, and he was aloof by nature, never accepting disciples according to his own wishes.

Yan Ning's question made him feel a little resistant involuntarily. There was a hint of ambiguity in Rong Yin's eyes. He couldn't figure out why the girl made him feel so excited, but he subconsciously resisted the possibility of the girl becoming his apprentice.

While asking the question, Yan Ning calmly took in the expression on Rong Yin's face.

He chuckled and was no longer in a hurry to speak. Instead, he leisurely put down the teacup in his hand and picked up another cup filled with spiritual tea.

Rong Yin completely lost interest in drinking tea. He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Yan Ning, who was drinking tea leisurely, with cold eyes.

"When did you leave the Sword Sect?" He dismissed the guest in a cold tone, clearly not wanting to see the other person.

He did not directly respond to Yan Ning's question because he had not yet fully understood his feelings for the girl.

But he must keep this person.

Whether it is to figure out his own thoughts or to track the traces of the demons, Yin Nanqiao has to stay by his side.

After knowing each other for a hundred years, he didn't know this friend who was used to doing things in a casual manner very well, but he was somewhat familiar with him.

Although he has a nature that likes to tease people, he is not so impatient and likes to ask questions to the end.

Rather than hoping that Yan Ning would give an explanation to the girl, the questions he asked just now were more about hoping that Rong Yin would personally deny that he cared about the girl.

Yan Ning paused slightly while drinking the tea, and then drank the tea in the cup without any care.

He quickly put down the cup, and all the playful smile on his face disappeared. His eyes met Rong Yin's cold eyes directly. There was a mist in his eyes, making it difficult to see his emotions.

"You are still so sharp." He was silent for a long time, and then sighed with a helpless smile.

The young man is handsome, and his smile is captivating.

"I want to take her away." Now that his intentions were discovered, he no longer concealed it.

His eyes were a little dazed, and the beautiful girl he had met once seemed to appear in his mind again.

He had loved playing and running around since childhood. Over the centuries, he had seen the most beautiful imperial concubines in the mortal world, as well as the stunning fairy hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world of immortal cultivation.

Those women were beautiful, but none of them could touch his heart like she did.

The disheveled yet stunningly beautiful girl in the Qingyao Mirror attracted all his attention as soon as she appeared.

This feeling came inexplicably, but it was so strong that it occupied his entire mind before he even realized it, making him unable to let go.

Yan Ning smiled bitterly with some helplessness. The beauty was like a sword, which shattered all his self-control and calmness. He just wanted desperately to keep the girl by his side.

Therefore, when he saw Rong Yin bringing the girl back to Luo Heng Palace, he immediately rushed over without stopping, and even used methods that he usually looked down upon in his words to try to provoke Rong Yin to give up the girl. In this way, he could take advantage of the situation and take the girl under his control.

But he forgot that although Rong Yin did not understand romance, he was not someone who could be easily fooled.

"Rong Yin, since you have refused to let her become your disciple before, why don't you let me take her away." The girl's parents are both dead, and her uncles and brothers are not good people. Letting her return to Penglai Pavilion is nothing but a sheep walking into the tiger's mouth.

Therefore, the girl's current situation could be said to be that she had nowhere to go. A strange light flashed in Yan Ning's eyes. This was a good opportunity for him to take such a girl into his arms.

He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and his usually lazy face showed a rare seriousness.

Although he had been teasing Rongyin, as a friend of many years, he also knew Rongyin's character very well. It was absolutely impossible for him to fall in love with a woman.

The reason why he protected the girl so much was probably because he had a past relationship with her father.

Yan Ning continued to speak impatiently. He was not like Rong Yin who knew nothing. Since the girl had touched his heart, he would definitely not let her go.

Rong Yin's face remained expressionless, but only he knew how much anger surged in his heart when Yan Ning proposed to take the girl away from him.

"Take her away? What gives you the right to take her away?" Driven by the resentment, Rong Yin's words were filled with a hint of sarcasm.

"You are neither her father's friend nor her relative. Why do you take her away?" There was a rare sharpness in his cold voice.

The smile that still lingered in Yan Ning's eyes slowly faded, his brows furrowed, and surprise rose in his eyes. In hundreds of years, this was the first time he had seen Rong Yin's emotions so openly exposed.

He seemed to have noticed something from Rong Yin's attitude and stopped replying. The hall suddenly fell into a long silence.

Suddenly, Rong Yin looked up as if she sensed something, and slowly looked towards the palace door. In less than a quarter of an hour, she saw a girl in a white dress standing barefoot at the palace door.

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