After going through a lot of hardships, Wen Jingge finally got out.
Shan Hongxing stood outside the cave entrance. He left as soon as she came out, and Wen Jingge glared at his back in bewilderment.
Wen Jingge felt it was a pity that she had to give up such a good opportunity to portray a vicious villain. She could hear her heart breaking.
Couldn't her body withstand a three-hundred-round battle with Shan Hongxing before getting tired?
How can she prove that she was the one who killed Shan Hongxing in the days to come?
Wen Jingge felt that things were really tough for her!
"Disciple humbly requests to become Master Wen's disciple!" Seeing that Wen Jinge was waiting to unpack the clothes, Yuan Qingling immediately seized the opportunity and knelt on the ground.
Wen Jingge: ...
"Disciple humbly requests to become Master Wen's disciple!" Yang Wennan also knelt down.
Wen Jingge: ...
"This disciple humbly requests to become Master Wen's disciple!"
Wen Jingge looked at the group of people kneeling in front of her, some she knew and some she didn't. She felt helpless. Was she not wicked enough? How did she suddenly become the... darling of the group?
She got goosebumps all over; something wasn't right!
The script shouldn't be like this!
"Non-existent" didn't know when it had slipped away. During that time, the book "Heavenly Pulse Sword God" had become a semi-prophetic reference book for Wen Jingge. Wen Jingge believed that what he had to do was to try his best not to deviate from the main plot and to keep the world running normally.
A butterfly flapping its wings can start a storm.
She didn't want to trigger a chain reaction; if the "Heavenly Pulse Sword God" failed, she really didn't know what to do.
“You…” Wen Jingge took a step back, pretending to be calm and ignoring everything, acting as if she hadn’t seen anything as she tugged at the flying fish suit that Bai Rongfa had made for her. “Hehehe, this suit, Bai Rongfa! You come here! What’s with these dragon horns? Why are they so ugly! And the color is wrong too!”
"Yes, yes, yes!" Bai Rongfa already knew that Wen Jingge had thrown a tantrum in the illusion before he was called over. This young lady had always had a bad temper since she came to Xuanyun Sect, and he was already prepared to be scolded. "Tell me, tell me how to change!"
"Change my ass!" To show his savagery and scare away the disciples, Wen Jingge kicked Bai Rongfa.
That person, who never learns from mistakes, already had a cheerful face, and laughed even more heartily.
Wen Jingge was frustrated. Why didn't she choose a cold-faced person to handle the matter in the first place?
"Disciple humbly begs Immortal Master Wen to accept me as his disciple!" Seeing Wen Jingge leave again, these perceptive disciples shouted even louder.
"Noisy! So noisy!" Wen Jingge paced uncomfortably in place. "Those of you who set up the formation with me, go back to Ten Thousand Zhang Peak!"
"Peak Master! Clothes!"
"I'll have Liang Si send over the spirit stones! If you don't like spirit stones and want gold stones, go find her, my youngest disciple, Wang Xi, from the Thousand Swallow Empire..."
"Hehehe, hello uncle, I am the ninth princess of the Qianyan Empire, and I am rich." Wang Xi smiled, looking incredibly relaxed compared to those begging to be taken as disciples.
Although Master likes her family's gold mine and spiritual vein, what belongs to her is also Master's!
"Hey hey hey!" Bai Teng rushed over in a hurry, forgetting to even set up a barrier. Dressed in white, she crashed into Wen Jinge and looked at Tang Miaomiao following behind Wen Jinge. "You brat, what are you doing following her! You were originally assigned to me."
"Immortal Bai..." Tang Miaomiao lowered her head and pouted shyly, "I think Immortal Wen might be even more powerful, maybe a little bit more powerful!"
"You stay!" Wen Jingge was eager to go back to sleep and had no interest in competing with them for a disciple. "Wang Sichun, you're a magic cultivator, aren't you!"
"Ah! Yes, yes." Wang Sichun's mouth stopped spewing fire. She wasn't as good as Tang Miaomiao, and her physical strength was severely depleted. Although her eyes were still open, she looked no different from being asleep. "Yes, I humbly request Master Wen to accept me as his disciple."
"Go find Song Huan!"
"Oh, okay, okay." Wang Sichun nodded, completely unaware of what she had agreed to, and was led away by Song Huan's disciples.
"Yang Wennan, carry your senior brother!"
"Oh, okay, okay." Yang Wennan was so happy that when he picked Qiao Yu up, he bounced him around like he was carrying a piece of pork, which made Qiao Yu feel a pain. "Yes, I'm sorry, senior brother, I'm too, too happy."
Qiao Yu: ...
"Oh." Fan Zifan returned after Bai Teng. There were too many injured disciples here, so he had to come back to maintain order. He was surprised when he saw Yuan Qingling. "Isn't this the sect leader of our Lanyue Sword Sect?"
Wen Jingge, who was about to leave, stopped. Yang Wennan stopped as well, puzzled. Wang Xi was also confused. Yuan Qingling did not follow.
"Sect Leader?"
"Master..." Wang Xi was bumped by Wen Jingge. She smiled in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with her master.
"Do you have money?"
Wang Xi: ...
She remembered that when they were in the capital, her father had said that immortals did not like these mundane things, and that when the immortal who saved their Qianyan clan from disaster left, he only asked for a peach orchard, which the immortal took away.
The deity was Wen Jingge. After the Qianyan clan gradually developed into the Qianyan Empire with those medicinal herbs and silver, Wen Jingge's portrait was still enshrined in the royal family.
Besides, she had long heard that her master's Ten Thousand Zhang Peak was the most luxurious of the seven peaks!
She was puzzled: How could Master be so greedy when she was so overly strong?
Is this the character of an immortal?
"I estimate so."
Their Thousand Swallow Empire also has many small sects, whose cultivation of immortality and magic is only superficial, not as practical as her bow. They are mostly just means for sect leaders to amass wealth, which is why her father once ordered that no sects exist within a hundred miles of the imperial city, so as not to mislead young people.
“It’s not like that anymore.” Yuan Qingling said dejectedly.
Before he joined the Xuan Yun Sect and picked up some bargains, he looked down on arrogant people like Wen Jinge who relied on the favor of the fortune teller and his fellow disciples. It wasn't until he got to know her that he realized he was the frog in the well. Wen Jinge really had the ability to turn the tide and the right to be arrogant.
He has now completely sided with Wen Jinge, and even thought about becoming his apprentice. But after meeting Fan Zifan again, who enlightened him, he realized that this was simply wishful thinking!
"How old are you?" Wen Jingge leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, one foot slightly forward, speaking with a hint of roguishness. "You're not a young person like them anymore, are you?"
"I'm sixty-seven now," Yuan Qingling said, feeling ashamed. "I'm only at the seventh rank of cultivation."
As soon as he said this, many disciples around him burst into laughter, and they all looked down on Yuan Qingling.
How do you maintain your appearance?
"Medicine pills".
"Relying entirely on elixirs?"
"Yes." Yuan Qingling felt extremely embarrassed and annoyed by the gazes directed at him, and he wanted to leave right then and there.
"Do you have money? Gold, stones, and spirit stones are all acceptable."
Yuan Qingling suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, "Yes."
“I’m just an ordinary person! You’re too old for me to spend money on you. Think it over and come with me.”
"Yes, yes, thank you, Master!"
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