Chapter 26: Immortal Master "I heard that this time they are coming from Cangqiong Mountain...
The maid stopped talking after hearing this, and finally took the medicine bottle without refusing.
It's strange to say, Anan has a very weird temper. If you say she is unreasonable, she is willing to offend the concubine in the mansion for a maid.
But if you say Anan is gentle and kind, he never says a single gentle word when others are hurt.
Xie Wuyang stood aside and watched the scene in front of him.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, followed by an excited voice.
"Anan, look what goodies I brought you? Delicious mung bean cakes, and..." A figure passed through Yun Wanzhou's body and ran to the bedside. When his eyes fell on the maid, he paused, "What's going on?"
The maid's eyes lit up, "Young Master..."
Anan ignored him. The man in green shamelessly approached him, "Anan, do you like bamboo dragonflies? I know you like practicing swordsmanship, but swords can't be eaten as food. It's good to change your taste occasionally. Brother brought you some small things on the street. Take a look and see if there is anything you like..."
As he spoke, the man in green took out a bunch of small gadgets from his arms, including the bamboo dragonfly that Xie Wuyang had bought on the street when he followed him.
After Anan finished applying the medicine, he frowned, looking a little irritated. His pale pink lips moved, and he spat out a word coldly and ruthlessly, "Get lost."
The man in blue put away his nonchalant expression. "If Anan doesn't like it, I'll change the subject. On my way here, I heard someone say that you had a conflict with Sixth Aunt and scratched her face. Is that true?"
"No." Anan remained calm.
The maidservant beside them looked at the atmosphere between the two and didn't dare to breathe.
Until Anan turned around and said, "You go down first."
The maid nodded with relief, but then she remembered that An Nan had helped her before, and hesitated, "But..."
An Nan said coldly, "Go down."
In this huge Ye Mansion, An Nan is the least restrained one. No one is really afraid of her, and no one dares to disobey her.
The maidservant stopped talking and limped out of the room.
Xie Wuyang pondered in his heart.
Ye Nan's behavior was quite unreasonable. How could he drive others away when he was injured?
After driving the man away, An Nan didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. He turned around and put away the medicine bottle. "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"
The man in blue was choked by Anan's question, "I'm not asking you to do anything for me..."
Anan paused, "Is someone asking me for help?"
It’s not that Anan always associates the kindness others show her with personal gain.
Before returning to the Ye Mansion, Anan had been living in a village far away. Her mother stayed with Anan until she was seven years old, and then passed away.
It happened that a cultivator was passing by during his training and helped Anan bury his mother.
Anan could not quite remember the monk's appearance, but he remembered that he had a very beautiful sword on his waist, with intricate patterns on the sword, like intertwined vines.
Anan stared at the sword for a long time, so long that the monk thought she had taken a fancy to the sword.
The monk took off the sword from his waist and handed it to An Nan. His voice was cold and clear, "This sword is my spiritual weapon. I can't give it to others. I'll give you something else."
Anan's enlightenment sword was just a small wooden sword. Unfortunately, before she could fully learn it, the sword was accidentally stolen along with the food in her home.
So Anan's swordsmanship was developed by practicing with branches he picked up at random.
The man in green frowned, not wanting to argue with An Nan any further. He got straight to the point, "Hasn't anyone told you that the banquet held in the mansion today is to welcome the people from the Huaian City Immortal Sect? You are so talented. If you can be noticed by an immortal and receive some guidance, your swordsmanship will surely improve by leaps and bounds."
Anan raised his eyebrows and refused decisively, "No."
"But I heard that the people coming this time are from Cangqiong Mountain, the largest sect in the world of cultivation—"
Hearing the familiar name, Xie Wuyang turned to look at Yun Wanzhou and asked, "Has anyone from Cangqiong Mountain ever been to the Ye Mansion?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "Senior Brother once came here to accept a disciple."
Yun Wanzhou was traveling in the mountains at that time and knew very little about the things happening in Cangqiong Mountain. It was only after he returned to the mountain that he heard from the elders of the mountain that a natural spiritual body appeared in Yangzhou, who rejected the invitation of Cangqiong Mountain and instead became a disciple of Lianwu.
When the elder mentioned this matter, he was full of regret. Yun Wanzhou had not taken it to heart at first, but now thinking about it, could it be An Nan?
Anan remained unmoved. He found his own bed and lay down on it, closing his eyes. "Get out."
After talking for a long time, he only received a response of a few words, and the man in green felt wronged.
Seeing Anan's unyielding attitude, the man in blue gave up struggling, sighed, turned around and walked out.
Yun Wanzhou: "Follow."
Xie Wuyang nodded, and after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly said, "Have people from Cangqiong Mountain been to the Ye Mansion?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head, "I don't know."
Unlike when Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou arrived, the front yard of the Ye Mansion was peaceful.
The maids and servants retreated to both sides in an orderly manner. The hall was filled with banquet seats, headed by Ye Liang. It was magnificent and the level of wealth was outrageous.
The man in green went for a walk somewhere unknown, and when Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou arrived, they saw the man running out in a hurry.
There were a few straws stuck in his messy hair, and he looked like he had rolled in the mud.
Seeing this scene, Ye Liang was so angry that his beard trembled, "How shameful! Go back and change your clothes."
The man in green opened his mouth wide, "Dad, I barely escaped death after escaping from those monks. It would be fine if you didn't comfort me, but why are you telling me to go back like Sister Anan did?"
Ye Liang moved his lips and was about to say something when the servant guarding the main gate suddenly rushed in in a panic, "Master, the Taoist priests from Cangqiong Mountain have arrived."
Ye Liang paused for a moment, then smiled happily, "Please come in."
The servant said "yes" and hurriedly retreated, leaving the man in green standing in the middle.
The moment his eyes fell on his son, Ye Liang's smile faded a little. He gestured to the seat next to him with his eyes and said with a forced smile, "Ye Huixuan, you unfilial son, why don't you come here quickly."
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The servant quickly led several monks into the hall.
They all wore drawstring clothes, long flowing robes, and their hair was tied up high, looking very energetic.
Xie Wuyang's gaze moved from the first cultivator to the last cultivator in turn, and then paused.
Wu Hanfeng stood at the end of the team with a stern face, and there was an unpleasant solemnity between his brows.
As the head of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Wu Hanfeng is in control of the overall situation in the mountain.
Xie Wuyang had read in a book that after Wu Hanfeng succeeded as the head of the sect, he only left the mountain twice. One was to kill Qiongqi in Fuyao Valley, and the other was when the Yellow River flooded in Mocheng. There was no record of him going down the mountain for the third time.
Xie Wuyang's thoughts paused as he suddenly remembered the theft of the Nightmare Stone and the drying up of the Blue Sky Sea.
Could it be...
The world of cultivation concealed not only these few things, but... everything for the next five hundred years.
After Wu Hanfeng entered the room, he first led the other two elders to bow to Ye Liang, and then sat down under the other party's flattery.
As luck would have it, Wu Hanfeng's seat was right in front of Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang frowned and stared at the head of Cangqiong Mountain while he drank two glasses of wine in succession.
Wu Hanfeng is not one to flatter others, and he disdains flattery at banquets.
After drinking two glasses of wine, he stood up under the other two elders' suspicious gazes and bowed to Ye Liang. "Master Ye, we are here to discuss something important. I wonder if Master Ye would listen to what I have to say."
The two elders beside him were nearly blinking their eyes out, but Wu Hanfeng didn't even lower his head and spoke directly, "Not long ago, I sent Elder Jiyuan to observe the celestial phenomena. A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and a spiritual being was born. It pointed to Yangzhou."
Natural Spirit Body...
Xie Wuyang's thoughts froze, his eyes slightly stunned.
You should know that a person born with a spiritual body may only appear once in thousands of years. The physique of such a person is naturally suitable for cultivating immortals and it is very easy for them to reach the top. They are the chosen ones of heaven in the eyes of people in the world of cultivation.
Xie Wuyang has been the Demon Lord for so many years, but he has never seen a person with a natural spiritual body. Could it be that one was born five hundred years ago?
Ye Liang frowned. "Vision? Spirit? Are they saying that a demon has appeared in Yangzhou City?"
In the minds of ordinary people, strange phenomena falling from the sky are all bad omens. Ye Liang did not understand the terminology used in the cultivation sects, so he subconsciously thought that what Wu Hanfeng said was the same.
"Master Ye has misunderstood. On the contrary, people born with spiritual bodies are the most suitable for cultivating immortals and are also very easy to ascend to heaven. Only one such person is born in thousands of years."
Ye Liang's eyes lit up. "The natural spirit that the immortal mentioned is from that family in Yangzhou City?"
Wu Hanfeng smiled and said, "It's someone from the Ye Mansion."
At the same time, a resounding voice rang out from the hall door, which had been silent for a long time. "Father, are these the immortals from Cangqiong Mountain?"
An Nan was still wearing the same clothes he had worn this morning. Ye Liang had scolded him for being immoral many times, but now he was standing in the hall, and his attire was almost the same as that of several immortals from Cangqiong Mountain.
Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but look at An Nan a few more times, "You are..."
Anan saluted and said, "My name is Anan."
Ye Huixuan hurriedly added, "Master Cangqiongshan, this is my sister. She is very good at swordsmanship and is devoted to the Tao. We are destined to meet!"
Wu Hanfeng raised his eyebrows and said in amazement, "It's rare for a young lady from a wealthy family to be proficient in swordsmanship. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to have a look?"
An Nan remained calm and didn't say anything, but Ye Huixuan beside him grinned first, "If the Immortal wants to see it, my sister will definitely do her part."
After saying that, Ye Huixuan tugged at Anan's clothes and begged in a low voice, "Anan, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you have to seize it."
Anan rarely listened and nodded.
Anan has practiced sword for many years, but has never received any real guidance. Every move she makes comes from her heart, and she has never even thought about whether her movements are correct or not.
Xie Wuyang had no hope of what he could achieve in such an environment, but when Anan drew his sword, Xie Wuyang was still a little surprised.
It is difficult for the powerful to force others to come and have freedom, and it is difficult to stop the soaring dragon and flying phoenix.
The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword brings frost to fourteen states.
The landing point of each sword seemed to be calculated, clanging and powerful, with a cold glow.
With the last sword strike, Anan's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing became a little hesitant.
Suddenly ignoring the strange looks from everyone in the hall, Anan steadied his breath and turned to Wu Hanfeng, "Master, what do you think of my sword dance?"
Wu Hanfeng nodded approvingly, "Although he is a little immature in some aspects, at Miss Ye's age, he is already considered a leader."
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