Yun Lian gently kicked Jiang Zeqi in the chest.

“Jiang Si Sui, you’re already 15 years old. If this were Xiaoyao City, you would have been a father by now. Stop acting like a spoiled child and start learning your skills properly from your senior brother.”

Jiang Zeqi seized the opportunity, shamelessly resting his head on Yun Lian's waist and kneeling at her feet.

"But your disciple really can't leave you, Master. The valley is so cold and desolate, and your disciple can't bear to leave you alone inside."

Jiang Wenjing clenched his fists.

Don't think he didn't see that shameless Jiang Zeqi deliberately pressing his face against his master's waist and abdomen.

Jiang Wenjing pulled him away, his fingers gripping his collar.

"Jiang Zeqi, don't try to be a scoundrel. Master doesn't belong to you alone. Besides, Master's friends will be with her; she doesn't need you."

Jiang Zeqi got up from the ground, a look of disappointment on his face.

During their cultivation, their master and the city lord of Xiaoyao City became almost friends, and the two would often bring back rare and exotic beasts from the Misty Forest together.

However, the city lord of Xiaoyao City was restrained and polite. Every time he bought a strange beast with his master, he would leave without overstepping any boundaries.

The two of them really couldn't find an excuse to criticize him.

Yun Lian tossed the two small bundles to the two brothers.

In this world, apart from a few major sects, not everyone is qualified to possess a storage ring.

Everyone understands the principle that possessing a treasure can be a crime.

Yun Lian didn't want the two brothers to become sitting ducks as soon as they came down the mountain.

"Set off!"

The three of them, master and disciples, made a low-key appearance at the sect selection.

Jiang Zeqi wandered around for a while and returned looking completely bewildered.

“Master, most of these disciples who haven’t entered the sect have no cultivation. Even if a few manage to draw in Qi, it’s still quite rare…”

He thought everyone could reach the Foundation Establishment stage at this age...

While cultivating in the valley, Yun Lian told them how powerful their future enemies would be.

But he and his senior brother have already established their foundations. Is it really a good idea for them to compete with those who haven't even managed to cultivate their Qi into their bodies for a chance to enter the sect?

Yun Lian gave him a look that said, "Take it easy."

"It's alright. My disciples, Yun Lian's disciples, should do their best. Even if they want to enter the sect, they would never start as ordinary outer disciples based on their aptitude."

Zeqi, remember, resources will only be allocated to a small number of people.

The higher the value you bring, the more effort others are willing to put into you.

Jiang Zeqi nodded in agreement: "Disciple will certainly keep it in mind."

On the other side, when Jiang Wenjing touched the testing stone, the stone immediately shattered into powder.

The commotion attracted the attention of the elders of the Misty Sect.

Jiang Wenjing stood there as if nothing had happened, accepting the stares from all sides.

The elder stroked his beard and praised him profusely, then handed him a testing stone of even higher quality.

At that moment, the testing stone emitted a colorful glow, and occasionally a few streaks of lightning could be seen.

"A top-grade Chaos Spiritual Root! Young fellow Daoist, which sect would you like to join? Our Misty Sect would be very happy to welcome you."

The old man glanced around and became even more excited when he discovered that Jiang Wenjing had already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

If he can return to the Misty Sect with me, it will definitely be a great achievement.

The other sects had already quietly gone over when they saw his testing stone, trying to snatch him away, but before they could speak, Jiang Wenjing had already said, "This kid wants to go to the Misty Sect to specialize in swordsmanship."

Tang Ling'er came to accept disciples with the elders of the Moon Shadow Sect. The moment she saw Jiang Wenjing, almost the entire surroundings fell silent, and her eyes were only on Jiang Wenjing.

He wore a black brocade robe and had a handsome face, but his indifferent expression added a touch of coldness and aloofness to his good looks.

Tang Ling'er's gaze was sharp, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

There is no one in this world that Tang Ling'er cannot defeat!

Tang Ling'er's soul pushed through the layers of people surrounding Jiang Wenjing and spoke to him.

"Fellow Daoist, our Moon Shadow Sect has unparalleled movement techniques, and we welcome you to come to the Moon Shadow Sect for exchanges."

Upon hearing this, the other sects began to promote their own sect's advantages.

Tang Ling'er's finger casually brushed past Jiang Wenjing's eyes, then she smiled faintly.

“Fellow Daoist, then I won’t bother you any longer. You can come to me anytime if you have any questions. I am Tang Ling’er from the Moon Shadow Sect.”

The instant her hand swept across, Jiang Wenjing caught a faint, peculiar fragrance, somewhat like a woman's perfume, but with a hint of sweetness.

Jiang Wenjing nodded indifferently at her.

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable aversion to Tang Ling'er and the Moon Shadow Sect.

When Jiang Wenjing walked over to Yun Lian, Yun Lian was sitting in a quiet, secluded corner, drinking cherry blossom tea that he had personally dried.

"Master, your disciple has joined the Misty Sect."

Yun Lian waved her hand, and all the teacups disappeared instantly.

“Then let’s go back to the inn. News of Zeqi won’t come that quickly; it will probably take quite a while.”

Jiang Wenjing followed beside Yun Lian.

For some reason, his master always exuded a sweet fragrance at this time, making him want more.

Jiang Wenjing's Adam's apple bobbed, and his sharp phoenix eyes misted over, making it almost impossible to see Yun Lian's figure clearly.

Yun Lian kept thinking about how to trip up Tang Ling'er.

Throughout the year, every time Tang Ling'er tried to seize an opportunity from someone else, she would jump out and snatch it from Tang Ling'er.

Almost haunting, the thing Tang Ling'er dislikes seeing most now is red.

Therefore, Yun Lian did not notice that something was wrong with Jiang Wenjing.

Jiang Wenjing barely managed to stay conscious and had a simple dinner with Yun Lian, but after Yun Lian left, he couldn't hold on any longer.

The loud thud as she fell to the ground made Yun Lian turn around instantly.

The first thing you see is Jiang Wenjing with his hair all over the ground and his robe collar torn open, revealing a large expanse of honey-colored chest muscles.

The tall man, standing at 1.9 meters, was now helplessly curled up on the ground.

His thin lips murmured softly, "Master..."

Yun Lian helped Jiang Wenjing to his feet and called his name.

Jiang Wenjing opened his eyes and saw Yun Lian's anxious expression. His eyes, which were already hard to see clearly, became even more watery.

The drugs had clouded his mind, and he could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.

It must be a dream, right?

He hadn't seen a worried look on his master's face for a very long time.

Master now does everything with a calm and confident demeanor.

Since it's a dream, what's wrong with him indulging a little?

Jiang Wenjing raised his hand and pinched Yun Lian's chin, and Yun Lian's lips immediately pressed against his burning lips.

Jiang Wenjing gradually became dissatisfied with simply sticking together, and without any instruction, he pressed down on the back of Yun Lian's head, taking the initiative and pulling Yun Lian into his arms.

Her lips were being kissed, almost suffocating her.

She instinctively tried to get up from Jiang Wenjing's embrace, but because his waist was tightly held by her, she couldn't move.

She could only passively receive the kisses until tears welled up in her eyes and her eyes reddened.

"Jiang Wenjing, let go..."

Yun Lian's angry rebukes only emboldened him further.

Jiang Wenjing looked aggrieved, and her cold aura completely enveloped her.

"Does Master hate being touched by his disciple even in his dreams? Then Master may hate me, it's better than being ignored by you."

Jiang Wenjing whispered into Yun Lian's lips, then with a flick of his sleeve, closed the door tightly.