Chapter 53: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 14: Hundred Sects Joint Tournament

In the few days since the spiritual formation was first formed, Ji Hanlin spent some time adapting to this state of isolation from the outside world. He was now sitting at the center of the formation, deep in the cave, which was closed on all sides. Although the spiritual energy was rich, it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard repeatedly between the stone walls.

It was very quiet, too quiet.

Therefore, in this extremely silent scene, countless distracting thoughts will emerge in the heart and it will be difficult to calm down.

Although Ji Hanlin's consciousness was focused here, his mind would always slip away at some point, involuntarily drifting towards the person far outside the formation.

He thought to himself that it was not like he had never been in seclusion before. In the past, his training in the Qingyun Sword Sect was very difficult. He had practiced hard alone in a cold cave on the top of the mountain many times, and even secluded himself for several months without saying a word.

But at that time, he was focused on practicing to improve his cultivation and become an immortal as soon as possible.

But now... I have concerns and worries in my heart, and I can no longer return to the state where I had put aside all distractions.

The days without Wen Qianning by his side, even just one day, seemed very long. However, after only three days, it felt as unbearable as three autumns.

Suddenly, Ji Hanlin felt that familiar breath approaching, slowly passing through the spiritual formation and stepping into it from the entrance.

"...Ningning?" Ji Hanlin opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The woman he had been thinking about day and night was already standing in front of him, still with that charming smile on her face, looking at him with a smile on her face.

"I said I would come to see you," Wen Qianning said lightly, her eyes curved. "The formation wasn't very stable for the first three days after it was completed, so I didn't dare to come to see you right away... Now it seems that you have adapted quite well, Xiaolin."

Ji Hanlin's lips moved, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, pulling the woman into his arms.

Wen Qianning let out a soft cry, but before she could react, someone pulled her shoulders over and she was caught off guard by a pair of eyes filled with longing.

"You..." She had just uttered a word when her rosy lips were sealed.

A kiss filled with completely suppressed emotions, a little eager, came without any warning.

Wen Qianning's eyes widened, her heart beating wildly. She had never seen Ji Hanlin so out of control. That kiss seemed like he was venting the emotions that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.

He kissed her very hard, without much skill, but just pressed his lips close to hers again and again, as if pouring all his thoughts of the past few days into them.

Wen Qianning struggled to say something at first, but her breathing was soon disordered by the kiss.

After a long time, Ji Hanlin finally let go of her, pressed his lips against her face, and panted slightly: "Ningning, I really... missed you so much."

Wen Qianning's heart was beating like a drum and her cheeks were flushed. She was dizzy from the kiss and lay in the boy's arms for a long time before slowly regaining consciousness.

"You don't look like you're in seclusion and trying to clear your mind." She pretended to be calm and tried to change the subject.

"I can't clear my mind at all. I'm thinking about you all the time." He lowered his eyes and rested his chin on her shoulder like a spoiled child. "I was in seclusion for three days, and it felt like three years."

Wen Qianning sighed, her eyes full of tenderness, and she patiently persuaded him like coaxing a child, "Be good, you must break through your cultivation as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently supported his chin, tidying up his messy hair.

Ji Hanlin had no expression on his face and obediently followed the woman's actions.

"Well, sit down." Wen Qianning pinched his cheek and changed his tone, "Let me check if your spiritual energy is stable."

Ji Hanlin sat cross-legged as he was told, but still couldn't help holding her hand, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wen Qianning smiled, gathered her spiritual power at her fingertips, probed into his palm, and slowly slid it into his meridians.

In an instant, a gentle spiritual energy flowed slowly like a stream, carrying her own warm and calm breath, cleansing the restless spiritual power in his body.

He subconsciously held his breath, feeling the familiar power gently guiding him back to calmness.

Wen Qianning closed her eyes with a focused expression. Her spiritual power flowed through his meridians and returned to his dantian again.

This way, on the one hand, he can consolidate the foundation of Dan formation, and on the other hand, it will help him get closer to the bottleneck of Yuanying.

The flow of spiritual energy gradually slowed down. Wen Qianning opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "You've adapted very well in the past three days. It's just that your state of mind is unstable. I will help you guide your spiritual energy regularly to help you suppress the fluctuations."

She paused, her eyes turning slightly, "Of course, the premise is that you have to be good and stop thinking about me all the time."

Ji Hanlin was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

For the next few days, Wen Qianning entered the spiritual formation to help Ji Hanlin guide his spiritual power.

After stabilizing the increasingly stable fluctuations in his body, she felt a little relieved of her worries.

"Xiao Lin, I'm going on a long journey in a few days."

Ji Hanlin opened his eyes and frowned immediately.

"Where to?" He said in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness. "How long?"

"You should know about the Hundred Sects Joint Competition. I have to take my disciples there, which will take about half a month." Wen Qianning said.

This is a large-scale martial arts competition and exchange event held once every ten years in the world of cultivation. It is huge in scale and is hosted by several major sects in Zhongzhou in turn. All sects can send disciples to compete, showing the strength of the sect in the name of competition. At the same time, it also provides opportunities for disciples in the sect to gain experience and strive for resources and fame.

Ji Hanlin naturally knew that when he was in Qingyun Sword Sect, the Sect Master had wanted him to represent the sect. After all, he was very talented, but he was still young at the time and ultimately did not go.

Although the Hehuan Sect is not famous for fighting, as one of the eight major sects, it still needs to attend large-scale martial arts competitions like this one.

When Wen Qianning received the invitation, he pondered for a moment and decided to lead the team himself.

Even though the male protagonist is in seclusion, the sect's affairs cannot be neglected. As the leader of the Hehuan Sect, she naturally cannot show weakness in this matter.

All the sects gathered for this competition. If anyone dared to covet the Hehuan Sect, they would probably test it on the stage. She had to show her strength and maintain the reputation of the sect.

Ji Hanlin remained silent, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Wen Qianning had no choice but to smile helplessly. She reached out and poked his face again, coaxing him gently, "Xiao Lin, practice well. When I come back, I hope you'll have reached the Nascent Soul stage."

Ji Hanlin pursed his lips and remained silent. After a moment, he muttered, "Half a month is too long..."

"There's nothing I can do." She put her arms around his waist, raised her head, and looked at him pitifully. "I'm the leader of the Hehuan Sect. I have to fulfill my duties as the leader."

He understood it in his heart, but he was still not happy. Even though he didn't want her to leave, there was nothing he could do. He knew that Wen Qianning could never belong to him alone, but he still wanted to monopolize her for some unknown reason.

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The next morning.

Some people were ready in front of the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate. Sang Yu and several other core disciples gathered on the spirit boat. Wen Qianning took a few people and headed to Xuanxiao Mountain together.

Xuanxiao Mountain is steep, like a sword piercing the sky, and it is solemn everywhere.

The flying boats of the major sects have arrived one after another and docked on the spiritual domain opened up on the mountainside.

"Is that someone from the Hehuan Sect?"

"I heard that the sect leader is leading the team personally this time. Tsk tsk... This female sect leader doesn't appear often, and she's even more stunning than the rumors say."

"The handsome male disciple beside her is not bad either."

"Pfft, he said he was a disciple, but he's actually... a male concubine, right?"

For a moment, all the cultivators were whispering and laughing, especially the disciples from the combat-oriented sects, who had a hint of contempt in their expressions.

Although the Hehuan Sect is one of the eight major sects, it has always had an ambiguous reputation. Orthodox practitioners always think that they are licentious and immoral.

However, Wen Qianning simply glanced at the camps of several major sects present, without any reaction, and did not take these rumors from all directions to heart.

She walked down the flying boat with flowing clothes and light steps. Her whole temperament was as cold and clear as the moon, which silenced the whispers in an instant.

All the sects arranged their accommodations, and the disciples of each sect moved into their own halls. The Hehuan Sect was arranged to stay in a palace at the back, to the west. Although the place was not bad, it was far less prestigious than the spiritual positions occupied by those sects that practiced sword or body cultivation.

Sang Yu snorted unconvincedly, "This is too much of a disdain for us."

Wen Qianning smiled but didn't say anything.

This scene happened to fall into a sight not far away.

Rong Xinhui was wearing the dark green robe of the Qingyun Sword Sect. Her eyes were fixed on the two people standing on the steps, one tall and one short. Her face darkened visibly.

She naturally recognized Wen Qianning at a glance. He was the opponent she had always kept in mind for many years.

From the day Ji Hanlin left Qingyun Sword Sect and joined Hehuan Sect, Rong Xinhui was filled with unspeakable complex emotions towards Wen Qianning.

It was all Wen Qianning's fault. That day, she went to the Hehuan Sect and wanted to bring Ji Hanlin back to the Qingyun Sword Sect, but he was unwilling to come back...

Rong Xinhui always felt that if Wen Qianning hadn't interfered, Ji Hanlin and she would have been together sooner or later.

But what about now?

There was no sign of Ji Hanlin in the Hehuan Sect team, but Wen Qianning was accompanied by a man who looked more handsome than a woman!

Watching the man with his eyebrows lowered, talking to Wen Qianning in a soft tone, and occasionally moving closer, as if the two of them had an unusually close relationship, Rong Xinhui felt anger rush to her head, and walked up to him without thinking.

"Master Wen, what a good mood."

Wen Qianning looked up at the voice and saw the person coming. She glanced at Rong Xinhui calmly and nodded lightly: "It turns out to be Miss Rong. Long time no see."

Rong Xinhui sneered, her eyes falling coldly on Sang Yu, her tone not very good: "As expected of the Hehuan Sect, you are really unrestrained. You are obviously with Han Lin, but you still don't forget to flirt with other disciples."

A flicker of disgust flashed across her eyes, and she felt truly sorry for Ji Hanlin. She couldn't understand what it was about Wen Qianning that made him so captivated by this wanton woman that he wouldn't even want to return to the Qingyun Sword Sect.

Sang Yu's face turned cold instantly, his brows furrowed tightly. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Qianning raised his hand and gently stopped him.

She looked at Rong Xinhui calmly and replied calmly, "Miss Rong, you are being too self-indulgent. You don't need to judge what happened between Ji Hanlin and me. As for the people around me, they are my sect's disciples, so you don't need to worry about them."

"Don't forget, it was the Qingyun Sword Sect that persecuted their fellow disciples, which led to Ji Hanlin being seriously injured and nearly losing his life. No matter how much you look down on our Hehuan Sect, it is better than your sect killing your fellow disciples."

Every word she spoke was very light, but it was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Rong Xinhui's heart.

Rong Xinhui was stunned, her face turned red and white alternately, and she was unable to refute for a moment.

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