As An Lan strolled over to Yan Daozun's side, waving his jade fan, he put away his previous disappointed expression and transformed back into the carefree and unrestrained devilishly handsome man.
He introduced Tu Longjian: "This is my master."
Tu Longjian suddenly realized that it was him.
Could it be that the photo mirror was something he tampered with for himself?
Tu Longjian's eyes deepened as he solemnly bowed to him and thanked him, saying, "I am very grateful for Daoist Yan's help these past few days."
"No need to thank me. Our fate is sealed. I hope you will consider it."
Yan Daozun smiled gently, his voice as warm as a breeze.
Looking at him, Tu Longjian felt inexplicably at ease.
This gentle and refined man was not only the one who concealed her whereabouts, but also the mysterious person who taught her to play the flute in the forest.
His strength is unfathomable, and his destiny is so unpredictable that even a fortune teller cannot fathom it.
Tu Longjian tightened his grip on the bamboo flute and replied with a smile, "Okay."
The sect leader said to her with a kind smile, "Top disciple, have you decided which peak you want to join?"
Tu Longjian's clear and resonant voice rang out in the hall, like a piercing cloud and splitting rocks.
"Thank you, Peak Masters and Elders. This disciple is determined to enter the Void Peak."
The hall fell silent instantly, and a few cultivators rubbed their eyes, looking as if they had misheard.
Tempted by the abundance of spirit stones, elixirs, and Daoist techniques, Tu Longjian actually chose the bamboo flute, which had no spiritual energy whatsoever.
Although it looks long and lush green, it is actually a very ordinary artifact.
It was clear how impoverished this Peak Master of Xufeng, whom they had never heard of before, was. The only gift he could offer as a disciple was a bamboo flute, which he probably had made on the spot from ordinary bamboo in the courtyard.
What they found even more incomprehensible was Tu Longjian's choice, so they whispered among themselves.
"Fellow Daoist Chun truly deserves to be number one. He regards spirit stones as dirt. We admire him."
"When I was a child, I also wondered whether to choose the Qingda Sect or the Beihua Sect?"
"When I grew up, I realized that, let alone the top sects in the cultivation world, it was even difficult for me to become a direct disciple."
The peak masters were not particularly surprised, only somewhat disappointed.
If you only look at the performance of this Qi Refining stage disciple in the mirror, it wouldn't be enough to attract their favor.
However, Master Yan Daozun's destiny is special, making him an anomaly. He is very particular about accepting disciples, only accepting those who are destined to be with him.
Don't be fooled by the fact that his personal disciples don't show off in the sect. In reality, their strength far surpasses that of other cultivators at the same level. They are all exceptional talents with extraordinary destinies, geniuses among geniuses.
Normally, we only accept disciples who are exceptionally talented and have extraordinary physical attributes.
However, talent cannot determine one's entire life, and there are many geniuses whose wings have been clipped.
No disciple who is favored by Daoist Yan is bad.
It's rare to see this person emerge from seclusion. Having finally taken on a disciple, he used a powerful silencing spell on him before even meeting him, which shows he has extremely high hopes for him.
That's why the peak masters were so enthusiastic, partly out of wishful thinking, hoping they might snatch this genius disciple from the Dao Venerable's hands.
The other half is driven by a desire to join in the fun.
So they weren't too disappointed when they failed to steal the apprentice.
The sect leader smiled and concluded his speech: "Now that the top disciple has been selected, the meeting is over."
After bidding farewell to the others, Tu Longjian returned to Xufeng with Yan Xiuzhu and addressed him as Master.
She couldn't fly on a sword yet, so Yan Xiuzhu, being considerate, raised his hand and summoned a crane.
The crane nuzzled his hand affectionately, behaving very obediently.
An Lan waved her jade fan, looking rather mournful: "Only one crane? Master has a junior sister now. It seems we only hear the laughter of the new and not the tears of the old."
Tu Longjian was speechless. What kind of description was this? Those who knew the story would say it was about a master and his disciples, but those who didn't would think it was a scene from "Burning Winter".
Yan Xiuzhu gently raised his hand, his slender fingers curled up, and tapped An Lan's jade fan with his knuckles, a smile in his eyes.
"You're already at the Nascent Soul stage, you must be tired of shrinking your steps to an inch, why are you still fighting with your junior sister for the crane?"
Nascent Soul stage?! An Lan is already a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Tu Longjian was shocked. No wonder he had walked so fast earlier. He had wondered at the time how fast a Golden Core cultivator could move.
However, since Nascent Soul cultivators can already serve as elders of a peak, why is Senior Brother still relegated to the position of disciple?
Tu Longjian glanced at his master again, noticing that his breath was deep and his aura was restrained.
If the disciples are all at the Nascent Soul stage, what kind of strength must the master possess?
She gradually began to look forward to her future life.
"Alright, go have fun by yourself." Yan Xiuzhu patted Cong Anlan on the shoulder.
"We've kept A-Jian waiting. Let's set off now."
An Lan let out a soft "Hey!" and left with light steps in the blink of an eye. Tu Longjian tried to call out to him, but it was too late.
Yan Xiuzhu keenly noticed her expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Do you need to see Alan?"
“Just now in the hall, I spoke a bit rudely. He spoke up for me, but I betrayed him.”
I don't know how to apologize.
Tu Longjian was somewhat troubled. She never liked owing favors to others, and she had only done so out of necessity.
Yan Xiuzhu soothed him gently, his clear voice flowing like a gentle stream.
"Although Alan may seem unreliable, she is actually very sensitive and perceptive."
"But don't worry too much. Your senior brothers and sisters are frank and straightforward. As long as you treat them sincerely, they will not blame you."
Tu Longjian calmed down and took a step to prepare to board the crane.
The crane was tall and she was a little unsteady when she climbed up, but a pair of fair and slender hands steadily supported her.
"Be careful." Yan Xiuzhu's handsome face showed a hint of worry, his eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes shimmered in the sunlight.
Tu Longjian stared at his jade-like face, stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses.
The master I chose is far too beautiful.
After gently placing her on the crane, Yan Xiuzhu respectfully withdrew his hand.
After the crane let out a clear cry, it took off. Yan Xiuzhu followed calmly in the air, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
In Tu Longjian's blind spot, his fingers twitched, and a hint of unease flashed across his turned face.
Tu Longjian looked at his master floating in the air and sighed inwardly, "Is this the power of a great being?"
A flicker of longing and excitement flashed in her eyes. Perhaps in the near future, she too could travel the world like her master!
How many people dream of flying when they are young? Now she has that opportunity? It's really exciting to think about.
The cranes flew slowly over the exquisite palace, over the lush green back mountain, and over the disciples who were diligently practicing their swordsmanship.
Yan Xiuzhu gently introduced everything to her at the right time, showing that he knew it all by heart.
After flying for a while, Tu Longjian thought that his master must be tired by now.
The master flies standing up while the disciple sits comfortably, which doesn't seem quite right, considering she's such a thoughtful disciple.
Then she suddenly said, "Master, are you tired? The back of this white crane is spacious, why don't we ride together?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiuzhu, who was steadily floating in the air, trembled.
He politely declined, saying, "That's not really appropriate."
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