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Mi Jichen said he was very comfortable with the new name invented by Yan Luoyue.

In his view, emphasizing one's identity is more targeted than emphasizing one's gender.

After all, Mi Jichen himself has no gender and doesn't care what gender he is.

As an ordinary, simple white jade pen that does not need to be paired or reproduced, Mi Jichen has never worried about whether he is a man or a woman.

After a while, when a historian from the Crane tribe visits Luo Luo Peak to write a biography of Mi Jichen, he will hear an unprecedented request.

Mi Jichen told the author: "Regarding my records, use 'he' on odd-numbered days and 'she' on even-numbered days. Don't worry about whether I am a man or a woman, just treat me equally."

Jiang Tingbai looked around and found that the second apprentice brother he was called was very happy, and the younger apprentice brothers and sisters who found a new way to save energy were also happy.

Even Master Ji Qinghong couldn't help but look at him with interest after hearing this title. His measuring gaze moved from Yan Luoyue, Wu Manyhuang, and himself one after another.

Jiang Tingbai: "..."

I don't know why, but I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart.

It was as if... it was as if his title in Carrot Peak would soon become “Master Man”.

With a light cough, Jiang Tingbai shook off the strange thoughts in his mind and reminded: "Junior sister, the ranking of seniority..."

The answer given by Yan Luoyue was well-reasoned and he was just short of holding a press conference to report it on the spot.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. The population structure of our peak is relatively simple. It has remained aging for the past few decades, and the population mobility is almost zero. Look at me and Man Shuang, and then look at Second Master Bi. No one will misunderstand the ranking of the three of us."

After hearing this, Mi Jichen immediately raised his hands in agreement: "Junior Sister, what you said makes sense."

Jiang Tingbai, who was suddenly classified as "aging", said: "..."

After leaving the restricted environment of the academy, not only did Yan Luoyue feel that Senior Brother Jiang had become more approachable than when he was a teacher, but Jiang Tingbai also found that Junior Sister's skin had become a level higher than when she was a student.

Is this the long-suppressed nature of Yan Luoyue finally being released, or...

Jiang Tingbai's gaze subconsciously turned in Ji Qinghong's direction.

Ji Qinghong remained calm and composed with a smile on his face, unperturbed by anything, and was even able to turn the tables on others on the spot.

At this moment, Ji Qinghong's tone was like that of a junior high school teacher blaming an elementary school teacher.

"I remember that you were the one who taught her?"

Jiang Tingbai: "..."

In short, the title of "Second Master" was recognized by Master himself, and has since become the official title for everyone in Luo Luo Peak.

Occasionally, in order to improve the style of the beautiful master's calligraphy, Yan Luoyue would also call him "Second Master White Jade Pen".

Mi Jichen also accepted this title well.

I don’t know if it was to match his new title, but when I saw Mi Ji Chen again the next day, the embroidery pattern on his clothes happened to be a pair of lively and lovely “white jade lion rolling embroidered balls”.

…

After sending the two little ones to Radish Peak and settling them down, Ji Qinghong left the mountain gate that afternoon.

For several days afterwards, Yan Luoyue saw no sign of Ji Qinghong.

Yan Luoyue privately guessed that Ji Qinghong might have gone to meet the sect leader and elders to discuss with them how to deal with Hongtong Palace and the situation of the various forces in this secret realm.

As the saying goes, there are no rabbits in the mountains, only turtles and shrimps.

During the days when Master was away, the four disciples lived a happy life just like the three little pigs who chased away the wolf in the fairy tale.

First is Jiang Tingbai.

Although he had worked as a volunteer teacher in Daze, Yunning for ten years, Jiang Tingbai did not seem unfamiliar when he returned to his teacher's school.

He practiced swordplay in the early morning every day, and went to the service hall in the morning to receive a sign for a short-term assignment, regardless of size.

In the afternoon, Jiang Tingbai would complete the task and on the way back he would stop by the office to hand in the task.

According to Yan Luoyue's understanding, inner disciples have to complete two short-term tasks every month as long as they are not in seclusion or carrying out long-term tasks.

In addition to the two missions, disciples can receive spirit stone rewards for completing additional missions.

But Jiang Tingbai left with nothing every day and returned with nothing.

He was still wearing a washed-out sword robe, and at his waist was still a long sword that had never been maintained.

Only the grasshopper tassel on the long sword is replaced with new herbal materials every day.

Noticing this, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart: - Perhaps, this is the legendary "a poor swordsman will be sad about everything".

The question of why Jiang Tingbai was so poor was an unsolved mystery that haunted Yan Luoyue throughout her childhood.

Moreover, Jiang Tingbai is not incapable of making money.

Facts have proved that as long as he is willing, whether he is selling sword intent, taking on some escort missions, or eradicating a few demon cultivation nests, he should be able to get a large amount of spirit stones easily.

Even when Yan Luoyue held the spirit stone in front of Jiang Tingbai, Jiang Tingbai still gently declined it.

Yan Luoyue was just a student at that time. Jiang Tingbai was unwilling, and she didn't want to ask about her teacher's private affairs.

Now that everyone has such a close relationship, she directly asked this question to Senior Brother Jiang.

"Brother, you have a sum of spiritual stones deposited with me. When are you going to take them back?"

Jiang Tingbai was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "a sum of spirit stones" Yan Luoyue mentioned was the dividend she received when she sold storage bags to Yijianmen.

Suddenly, Jiang Tingbai laughed: "So you still remember it? It happened so long ago, I can hardly remember it."

He was in a good mood and wanted to rub Yan Luoyue's head, but Jiang Tingbai's hand had just reached halfway when he suddenly realized that Yan Luoyue had grown half a head taller than when he was in school.

Although she is not yet a grown-up girl, she is no longer the chubby and tender little girl she was back then.

She has been more precocious than other demons of the same age since she was young. If she is patted on the head as if she were a child, the junior sister might not be happy.

With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Tingbai withdrew his arms and naturally half-bent down.

"Then you should keep it for me first. My brother's hundred years have not yet come, so I can't leave any extra money in my hands."

This is exactly what Yan Luoyue was waiting for.

"Brother, you have been carrying out short-term missions these days, and you didn't get the spiritual stones you earned because of this reason?"

Jiang Tingbai nodded.

"Brother, I have heard of the term 'a hundred years' several times. What is the reason for this?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Tingbai, who had always been calm, finally showed a rare look of embarrassment.

He clenched his fist, put it to his lips and coughed lightly.

"Nearly a hundred years ago, due to my youth and recklessness, I once accidentally damaged important assets in the sect. Because it was an unintentional mistake, after discussion, the sect only confiscated my income from the past hundred years."

Yan Luoyue glanced at Jiang Tingbai in surprise.

She really couldn't match the four words "young and frivolous" with Jiang Tingbai!

For some reason, in Yan Luoyue's heart, it seemed that the eldest senior brother should always be that bright and calm appearance.

When he was Mr. Jiang, he was a graceful gentleman, and when he was young, he must have been like a jade tree in the courtyard.

In Yan Luoyue's mind, even when Jiang Tingbai was just born, he might have been more sensible than a normal baby. Not only did he not cry or make a fuss, but he could also change his own diapers.

Senior Brother Jiang’s mistake... is really hard to imagine.

Before Yan Luoyue could say anything, Jiang Tingbai patted her lightly on the shoulder.

"Okay, junior sister, don't ask any more questions." Jiang Tingbai said with a smile.

"Have you finished your homework today? Four hours of meditation every day is essential. I just saw that my junior brother has gone to the practice room."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

It's like every naughty kid who chases after his aunt/uncle's past embarrassing moments and gossip will eventually be given a gift pack of the No. 53 exercise book by his relatives.

Yan Luoyue was also sent to the door of the training room by Jiang Tingbai without any doubt.

Looking at the figure of Wu Manshuang sitting cross-legged on the futon in the room, Yan Luoyue sighed.

She waved at Jiang Tingbai with her hands behind her back, walked into the house without looking back, and sat down on the cushion next to Wu Manshuang.

Watching his junior sister's behavior, Jiang Tingbai couldn't help but smile slightly, and a sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

——Although the little sister's cultivation has advanced to the middle stage of foundation building and she has grown half a head taller, her performance at certain times is still exactly the same as when she was in the academy.

…

Yan Luoyue, who was actively exploring the environment of Radish Peak, soon discovered that the hot springs in the back mountain were not open on weekdays.

But Er Shibi goes to the hot spring to soak in the water every day, so he must have the key to the hot spring.

It just so happened that Yan Luoyue had just completed today's refining task and was extremely bored, so she simply went to find the Second Master to exchange feelings.

She had just knocked twice on the door of the Second Teacher's Room when a slow "Come in" came from inside the room.

Not only does Mi Jichen have an androgynous appearance, his voice is also quite neutral, with a unique and magical melody.

His voice sounds okay at first, but the more you listen to it, the more addicted you become, and you can't stop listening to it.

Yan Luoyue couldn't help but wonder in her heart: Could it be that this is just like the tip of a pen writing on paper, another kind of natural white noise?

After getting Mi Jichen's response, Yan Luoyue pushed open the door.

Then, the scene happening before her eyes made her eyebrows twitch.

"…Second Master, what are you doing?"

I saw an iron hook hanging from the beam, and the red rope on Mi Jimen's feet was hanging upside down on the hook.

As for Mi Jimen himself, he folded his arms across his chest, with his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and his tight skin stuck together, giving him the texture of a white jade sculpture.

Coupled with the curtains on all sides of the room, the dark and eerie silence, and Mi Jichen's gorgeous red dress...

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in through the door.

There was a creaking sound, and the door slammed shut behind Yan Luoyue.

Thanks to this gust of wind, the whole scene was instantly filled with a sense of horror and weirdness.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

To be honest, at this moment, Yan Luoyue crossed out many related terms such as "Pen Fairy", "Man in Red", and "Hanged Ghost" in his mind.

Mi Jichen yawned lazily: "Junior sister, you are here."

While greeting, Mi Jichen waved his sleeves.

The curtains on all sides opened automatically, and the window casements opened a crack. Sunlight and cool air poured in, dispelling the original dark atmosphere in the room.

Mi Jichen smiled a little embarrassedly: "I was taking a nap just now and didn't have time to get up. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue's gaze couldn't help but wander all the way and fixed on the big iron hook with a strange and suspicious shape.

Second Master, you call this a nap?

If Yan Luoyue hadn't seen Mi Ji Chen hanging himself on the hook with her own eyes, she would have even thought that this hook was used by butchers to hang pigs!

Flipping over and landing on the ground, Mi Jichen's movements were as light as a butterfly.

Noticing Yan Luoyue's sad and resentful look, Mi Jimen was a little confused.

"What's the matter, little sister? Do you have any opinion about my pen holder?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue murmured, "It's gone now."

Yes, no wonder Mi Jichen has to sleep upside down, because he is just a pen!

For a brush, the correct resting position is that the bristles are facing downwards and the tail of the brush tied with a red rope is facing upwards!

This is the same reason why turtles like to curl up in their shells when they rest, so even if Yan Luoyue turns into a human form to sleep, he still likes to cover his head with a quilt!

With a sudden enlightenment, Yan Luoyue let go of all her worries in an instant.

After hearing her intention, Mi Jichen immediately said, "Junior sister, do you want to go to the back hills to soak in the water? Okay, I'll take you there."

The second teacher was even very enthusiastic about starting a team-building activity: "How about calling our junior fellow apprentice?"

Yan Luoyue waved her hands quickly: "No, no, no, Manshuang and I will go our separate ways. Second Master Pen will take Manshuang with you next time."

Mi Jichen's gender views and appearance are similar to those of a plastic model.

Therefore, Yan Luoyue only needed to put on her swimsuit and a loose dark-colored gauze robe and it would be fine for her to soak in the water with the Second Master Pen.

Who would feel uncomfortable seeing a plastic mannequin without clothes?

After all, when the Second Master drew him, he didn't even have nipples!

Yan Luoyue and Mi Jichen went all the way to the back mountain. Mi Jichen unlocked the door while explaining to Yan Luoyue:

"The hot spring in the back mountain is where I usually practice. Since my master and senior brother don't come here often, I usually lock it up when I leave to prevent monsters from the peak from accidentally entering."

At this point, Mi Jichen smiled innocently and said, "I forgot about you and Junior Brother. When I return, I will give each of you a key."

As soon as I entered the gate, a fragrant and moist vapor hit me in the face, and there was a milky white mist everywhere.

Due to the nature of the turtle clan, Yan Luoyue took a comfortable breath, and even the expression between her brows became comfortable.

Right next to the hot spring pool, there stood a stone tablet of medium size, the words on the tablet were obscured by mist. Yan Luoyue waved a breeze to clear the mist, and saw the three characters "Bixichi" carved on it.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She looked at Mi Jichen, connected it to the race of Second Master Bi, and then looked at the stone tablet. She suddenly understood why her master and eldest senior brother rarely came here.

Mi Ji Chen noticed that the junior sister, who was originally very enthusiastic about the back mountain, did not immediately go down the stairs into the hot spring. Instead, she stretched her head out and carefully took a look at the pool water.

Recalling the records about Yunning Daze in the book, the second teacher felt that he seemed to understand.

Mi Ji Chen kindly said, "This is a hot spring, it will emit hot steam, you can soak in it directly, don't be afraid, Junior Sister."

——There are no hot springs in Yunning Daze. Junior sister, you must have never seen such a geographical environment before, so you are curious.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue coughed lightly: "I know this is a hot spring."

Mi Jichen looked at Yan Luoyue with his clear eyes: "Why hasn't Junior Sister come down yet?"

Yan Luoyue murmured, "When I saw the name of this hot spring, I suddenly remembered the story of Wang Xizhi who washed his brush and turned it into an ink pool..."

The hot spring water is light golden in color, probably because no one has ever washed their pens in it.

Come to think of it, even with Ji Qinghong's bad taste, he wouldn't use the Second Master's pen dipped in ink to write something.

She said...it shouldn't be that serious, right?

The light golden hot spring creates gentle ripples that gently pat the edge of your skin as it enters the water, like a massage.

Yan Luoyue took a special look at Mi Jimen's hair and found that Mi Jimen's hair was black and straight, like a waterfall. Even though it was wet, it still looked full.

Subconsciously, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but lift up a strand of hair that was floating in front of her eyes, dipped it in water and rubbed it back and forth with her fingertips.

Mi Jimen felt his scalp being pulled and turned to look at Yan Luoyue curiously.

"Junior sister, what are you doing?"

"Ahem." Yan Luoyue pretended to be upright and let go, putting the hair of the Second Master Pen back into the water, "I want to try and see if the color will fade..."

"Really?" Mi Ji Chen also grabbed a strand of his hair and rubbed it vigorously with the hot spring water.

Holding the lock of hair and shaking it in front of his eyes, the second teacher said with a little regret: "Oh, it won't fade."

Yan Luoyue turned her head to the side, and from the height she was immersed in the water, she could just see the Second Master's jawline, which was as smooth and delicate as white jade.

When they first met in the forest, Mi Ji Chen came barefoot, holding a Duruo stone orchid in her hand, and her appearance was like the legendary mountain goddess.

Now Mi Ji Chen was soaking in the water, her flying hair was soaked with moisture, and fell neatly on her shoulders and on her white jade-like cheeks, making her look even more otherworldly.

What surprised Yan Luoyue the most was that Mi Jichen's eyes, tone, and natural movements all seemed to carry a natural innocence.

If she didn't know Er Shibi's race, she might really suspect that he was a mountain ghost.

Living in seclusion in the mountains for many years, riding red leopards and following foxes, it is magnificent and romantic, just like a moving song.

"Senior brother usually practices here." Yan Luoyue let out a sigh, "Indeed, soaking in water is more comfortable than sitting on a cushion."

Mi Jichen nodded in agreement: "However, I am cultivating here for another reason."

He pointed to the golden hot spring water and said, "This hot spring is connected to the sect's wishing pool. You can hear the wishes flowing along the water."

"Really?"

Yan Luoyue was slightly stunned, and quickly turned his attention to the side of his ear.

She heard the sound of wind, birds, branches and leaves rustling... but not the sound of making wishes that Mi Ji Chen mentioned.

"Why didn't I hear that?"

Mi Ji Chen pursed his lips and smiled, then stretched out a slender hand that looked like it was carved from white jade towards Yan Luoyue.

"Little sister, touch me."

Yan Luoyue followed the instructions and touched the palm of the Second Master's pen with her fingertips.

It was somewhat magical, but as their skin touched, many sounds really came rushing into Yan Luoyue's ears.

Each wish is like a drop of water, but many wishes gathered together form an ocean.

For a moment, Yan Luoyue seemed to be in a busy city, and countless fragmented words passed by her ears in an instant.

Some people wish that tomorrow's homework will be lighter, while others hope that they can get excellent grades in the exam.

Some people also hope to find their lost bird, which has been with her for a long time and has become like a family member to her.

Every word contained a small wish, which surged like a tide, and automatically diverted the moment it touched Yan Luoyue, bypassing her and rushing onto Mi Jichen's heart.

Along with the wish, Yan Luoyue also felt the beautiful mood of longing, anticipation, and a little trepidation when making a wish. This feeling is slightly sour and sweet, like a fresh green olive.

Yan Luoyue listened attentively for a while, and soon found a simple and easy-to-understand classification method for these wishes:

The first type comes from non-sword cultivators.

The second type comes from sword cultivators.

It’s not that Yan Luoyue is so smart, it’s actually the sword cultivator’s wish, it’s so easy to recognize!

For example, he hopes to become rich so that he can maintain his beloved sword every day.

I hope I can get some money so I can get my sword serviced tomorrow.

I also hope that the weaponsmith who often maintains my swords can give me a discount. It’s almost the end of the month and my storage bag is almost empty... This is a very down-to-earth wish.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Very good, the sword cultivators’ personalities really haven’t changed in ten thousand years.

Just when Yan Luoyue was about to withdraw her fingers, a clear, firm and stubborn young man's wish suddenly rushed into her ears.

The man made a wish decisively: "I hope I can surpass Jiang Tingbai!"

Yan Luoyue: “Eh?”

I didn't expect that Senior Brother has such a strong presence among the sword practitioners.

Opening his eyes, Yan Luoyue put down his wrist.

Mi Jimin obviously also heard that wish, so his smile was filled with an expectant and bright smile.

Yan Luoyue asked, "Second Master, you listen to these wishes all year round, don't you find it noisy?"

Mi Jichen shook his head and smiled: "No, this is my way of cultivation."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the bluestone steps, bent down, picked up his clothes and put them on.

Mi Ji Chen turned around and gestured to Yan Luoyue with an inquiring look: I am going to continue my training, do you want to follow me, little junior sister?

Yan Luoyue blinked, and a little curiosity was aroused in her heart.

"Okay, wait for me!"

…

Mi Ji Chen walked into the forest, cupped his fingers, put them close to his lips, and blew a long and pleasant whistle.

As he blew his whistle, hundreds of birds flew out from the woods. Some were brightly colored, some had smooth feathers, and some were fat as balls, with fine down on their chests that looked very touchable.

Mi Jichen stretched out his arms, and the birds naturally landed on his arms as if they were standing on tree branches.

The second teacher patiently touched the heads of these little guys one by one.

The bird whose head he touched chirped a few times, jumped on his arm a few times, and then flapped its wings and flew into the blue sky.

Mi Jichen personally released the flock of birds one by one.

In the end, only the roundest, fattest one was left. The one that looked most like a small plush ball made Yan Luoyue nostalgic about the chirping bird on Toothpick.

Mi Jichen held the little fat bird in his hand, but did not let it fly away in a hurry. Instead, he held it and carefully handed it to Yan Luoyue.

"Huh?"

"If you like, you can touch it."

Mi Jichen maintained the posture of handing her his hand, with a brilliant smile on his face and eyes as clear as water:

"Little sister, did you just have a wish to rub this little bird ball? I heard it."

"Ah...indeed."

Yan Luoyue inserted her fingers into the warm and soft chest fur of the little fat bird and sucked it twice with great pleasure. At the same time, a flash of enlightenment flashed through her mind.

"Is this the way Master taught you to practice? Is it related to wishes?"

"Almost." Mi Jichen nodded. "Didn't we just hear a wish to find a lost spiritual bird? I asked the birds to look for the trace of that spiritual bird."

Mi Jichen brushed past a bluestone in the forest and sat down leisurely, his bare feet sinking into the soft fallen leaves, his fiery red tassels hanging on his jade-white instep.

"Now, let's wait for news from the little guys."

In less than half an hour, one of the birds returned along the same route, followed by a petite little bird.

Mi Ji Chen pointed his finger at the crown feathers of the bird that had performed such a great deed, closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.

After just a few seconds, he opened his eyes and smiled to himself, "So that's how it is."

Mi Jichen explained to Yan Luoyue who was standing beside him, "It's a father now. The female bird built its nest far away. The chicks had just hatched, and it had been running back and forth for days in search of food. It had no time to go back, so its owner mistook it for a lost pet."

Yan Luoyue said: "So what should we do now...?"

"Let's return the bird first. After all, it's such an earnest wish."

Mi Ji Chen answered with a smile and pulled a hair from his head.

Facing Yan Luoyue's astonished eyes, Mi Jichen used his own hair - isn't the color supposed to not fade? How come hair can drip ink automatically? - to hastily write a note.

After rolling up the note and tying it to the spirit bird's leg, Mi Jichen waved to Yan Luoyue.

"Come, little sister."

Yan Luoyue followed Mi Jichen all the way down the mountain, passing through the forest, the training ground, and the cafeteria, and finally arrived near the disciple courtyard where the outer disciples lived.

Guiyuan Sect has a vast territory, and even outer disciples can have their own independent courtyard.

On the old banyan tree not far from the courtyard gate, Mi Ji Chen gently pushed the spirit bird on the back, then let go and let the little creature fly away.

From the vantage point of the banyan tree branch, Yan Luoyue saw clearly that as soon as she heard the birds singing outside the window, the outer sect sister hurriedly opened the door.

"Ah! You're back!"

The senior sister walked over happily and held her beloved bird in her hand.

When Lingque saw his master, he happily jumped along her arms and climbed up to her shoulders, rubbing his small head against her neck affectionately.

"Okay, okay, I hope you're back."

The senior sister was tickled so much that she giggled, and it took her a while to take the bird off her shoulder.

She carefully looked at the bird that had accompanied her for many years, and asked with some pity and some reproach:

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for days - look at you, you've become skinny from hunger."

At this moment, the senior sister suddenly found a note tied to the thin leg of the spirit bird.

She quickly untied the note and unfolded it to see a line of slightly messy handwriting on it:

[Next time the little guy goes out, give him some bird food. He has become a very capable father who has raised four children.]

"!!!"

The senior sister held the note and looked at Lingque in surprise.

The little bird seemed to understand what she meant. It chirped and proudly puffed out its willow-colored chest.

"Wow, we ducks are already so awesome!"

The senior sister happily rubbed Lingque's head again and said, "But, who is this kind-hearted person who brought the duck back?"

Not far away, "Good Heart Pen" Mi Jichen was sitting on a high branch of the old banyan tree.

He looked very happy, and his two dangling legs were swinging back and forth.

Yan Luoyue smiled and teased: "Is this the happiness of doing good things?"

"Yeah." Mi Jichen did not deny it.

He closed his eyes slightly and looked towards the direction of his senior sister's yard. His face showed the kind of happy expression that an ordinary person would show when seeing a sumptuous meal.

"She is in a very happy mood now, and the kindness and care from strangers makes her feel warm... I feel warm now too."

Mi Jichen raised the corners of his lips and said frankly: "I like this feeling very much."

…

On the third day when Ji Qinghong still hadn't returned, Jiang Tingbai received a letter from a paper crane on behalf of his master.

After taking a careful look at the shape of the seal on the paper crane's wings and confirming that it was just normal official circulation within the sect, Jiang Tingbai unwrapped the paper crane.

At that time, Yan Luoyue was asking Jiang Tingbai questions.

She glanced at it and noticed that the address of Ji Qinghong in the envelope was "Master of Suxi Hall".

"By the way, Senior Brother, how do people in the sect usually address our Master?"

When they were outside, others called Ji Qinghong "Ji Yaozun".

The so-called "Demon Lord" does not refer to the important status that Ji Qinghong holds in the demon race. It is just a polite title for high-ranking cultivators.

Similarly, outsiders generally call particularly powerful and powerful sword practitioners "Sword Masters", while powerful Dharma practitioners are called "Tao Masters".

Back in Ruyi City, Zhen Zhuoer respectfully called Jiang Tingbai "Sword Lord", which was also based on the same logic.

But in Guiyuan Sect, everyone is a disciple of the same sect, so of course they won’t call each other that anymore.

Generally speaking, for a cultivator who sets up his own sect, he is often referred to as the master of the sect.

But considering that Ji Qinghong changed the name of the peak so quickly, perhaps the news had not yet spread from the inner gate to the outer gate, and he had already changed the name of the peak to a new one. After a few times, everyone was very helpless, so they agreed to give him a new name as a custom.

——Oh, of course it’s not “you know, the peak master”, this is just the colloquial name everyone calls Ji Qinghong.

When it came down to written documents, everyone called Ji Qinghong "the Master of Suqitang".

After listening to Jiang Tingbai's answer, Yan Luoyue nodded knowingly and then asked another question.

She wandered around Turnip Peak these days and not only found the "Suyi Hall" where Ji Qinghong lived, but also found the "Qinghong Pavilion" named after Ji Qinghong.

"So, are there any other buildings like 'Tingbai Xiaozhu' or 'Jichenlou' on the mountain?"

"If so, can I open a 'Luoyue TV Tower' and a 'Manshuang Big Ben' with Manshuang?"

Jiang Tingbai: "..."

The helpless mood only lasted for a moment. Jiang Tingbai hesitated for a moment, but still reminded softly:

"Junior sister, the word 'Suzhen' is the beautiful motto of our master."

Upon hearing this news, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

She suddenly remembered that what she saw yesterday was that the two buildings, Suyi Hall and Qinghong Pavilion, were located in the east and west, with their fronts facing each other.

If the word "素縷" is the master's motto, then logically there should be six people on Luotu Peak now.

So, this master is...?

Jiang Tingbai nodded gently, confirming Yan Luoyue's guess: "The battle against demons in the past..."

He only said six words, but it seemed to make everything clear.

Yan Luoyue pursed her lips: "I understand."

Given Jiang Tingbai's personality, he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to find out gossip about his teachers, let alone share gossip with his junior sisters.

He simply patted Yan Luoyue's shoulder comfortingly, and everything was left unsaid.

…

After a few more days, Ji Qinghong finally finished his work and returned to Turnip Peak.

This time when he came back, he was accompanied by a disciple who was registered in the sect.

As soon as Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang finished the apprenticeship ceremony, their names were included in the roster as inner disciples.

To Yan Luoyue's surprise, Ji Qinghong's ceremony for formally becoming her apprentice was very simple.

In the Suyi Hall, Ji Qinghong took out a portrait of his master Yun Suyi.

He did not hang the portrait in front of the hall, nor did he stand behind the portrait holding the scroll with both hands. Instead, he stood sideways, holding the scroll with one hand, leaving the bottom of the scroll hanging to the ground.

It was as if it was not a portrait, but a person standing on the ground, and Ji Qinghong was leaning slightly sideways to talk to her.

Yan Luoyue raised her head and took a look.

She discovered that Yun Suzhen in the portrait was clearly just a pretty girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

However, there are too many ways to change one's appearance in the world of immortal cultivation. I wonder if this painting was made when Yun Suzhen was young, or if the master fixed her appearance as a young girl... or if Yun Suzhen was really only sixteen or seventeen years old when she died in the battle against the demons.

Ji Qinghong waved his hand to stop Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang from saluting. He stared at Yun Suzhen's portrait with a slight smile on his lips.

"There is no need to kowtow or burn incense. We at Luo Luo Peak have been independent for quite some time, but we have a small generation. And the only rule that has been passed down from generation to generation is that there is no respect for elders or younger brothers."

When the disciple in charge of registration heard Ji Qinghong utter the name "Turnip Peak" so naturally, his eyes twitched painfully.

Ji Qinghong waved his hand to signal Yan Luoyue and the others.

"Just come up and say hello to your master."

He took a sip of the tea offered by the two disciples. The apprenticeship ceremony was over and the disciple was about to pick up the pen to write the names of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang in the document.

Suddenly, his movements froze in the middle.

This disciple very respectfully asked Ji Qinghong: "May I ask, Su Xitang, among these two junior brothers and sisters...who is ranked first and who is ranked last?"