18 Old acquaintance
There was a tinkling sound in Hua Lang's head.
[Volume 2: Guichi Liandong's bloodline begins to manifest, and he takes the top spot and becomes a disciple of Qinglai - Completed]
Volume 3: His exceptional physique was first recognized, and he challenged the inner sect to become a disciple – Unfinished.
[Reward points 5, received]
She looked up and saw that on the huge jade slip hanging high in the dome, Xie Hanjing had become the first. The three words were as sharp and eye-catching as if engraved on it by a sword.
He Wenzhou also noticed the change in ranking and was speechless, "This...what's going on!"
Xie Hanjing's background was unique, so Hua Lang could only pretend to know nothing and casually made up a story, "Just now, when we were fighting the demon in the pool, the spiritual and demonic energies melted into one furnace. I never thought that this child's spiritual energy could give rise to so many Wanguang Lotuses."
He Wenzhou was bewildered, but since Hua Lang had spoken, he could only follow her lead. "...So that's how it is. I've heard that in the Four Wastes, created by the chaos of immortals and demons, the climate is so chaotic that everything grows upside down. I imagine it's because of this disciple named Xie's pure spiritual energy that it merged with the demonic energy, creating this strange phenomenon."
Wu Tingque was pushed to the edge of the pool. He listened to what the two said without saying a word. He glanced at Xie Hanjing, whose face was covered in blood, and then looked at Wan Guanglian.
He picked up the broken Wan Guang Lotus on the ground with pity, and gently wiped away the dirt with his fingertips.
The two silver rings were shining with lotus light, and in the shadows were revealed gladioli carved like light butterflies. Looking closely, there seemed to be subtle differences.
"This young man is incredibly talented. He was able to bring Chi Lian back to life. This trial is truly remarkable. I'm truly impressed."
Hua Lang didn't believe that Wu Tingque was so easy to fool, and looked at Xie Hanjing with some worry.
He was lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking. Blood was still dripping from his chin, but the golden threads were gone from the blood.
The still flawless half of her face is more eye-catching than the vast sea of flowers.
Hua Lang looked at Wu Tingque quietly again.
Wu Tingque was concentrating on appreciating the lotus and didn't even glance at Xie Hanjing.
What's going on?
The two seemed to be completely unaware that their enemy was standing not far away, and it was Hua Lang, an outsider, who felt at a loss.
Hua Lang laughed awkwardly, not daring to ignore the petty-minded original author. "Mr. Wu's song just now was truly astonishing. This child is only a beginner in the Immortal Sect. How could he possibly deserve Mr. Wu's praise?"
The atmosphere among them was strange, and it lasted until the chief official came to take over. Then everyone dispersed and prepared for the disciple seal-granting ceremony as usual.
After Hua Lang changed her clothes, seeing that it was getting late, she and He Wenzhou took a shortcut along the corridor to rush to the ceremony.
Along the way, He Wenzhou explained the steps of granting the seal behind her, while Hua Lang listened while looking through the report from the main hall.
According to their investigation, the demon that appeared today was just a clone, and the real identity of the demon has not yet been found out.
Hua Lang thought of the devil's balloon-like body, and suddenly realized something, and looked down again.
Another clone of the devil also appeared in the Demon Tower, but Mo Jinghong was nearby, and he took action to protect the Demon Tower. The chief hall took inventory and found no casualties... However, a demon took advantage of the chaos to escape from the Demon Tower.
Hua Lang turned to the next page.
It turned out to be an old acquaintance, the demon.
Hua Lang and He Wenzhou were walking one after the other, and were almost reaching the Minguang Palace when suddenly a sound was heard in the distance.
"Tsk tsk tsk, first place won by luck won't last forever. It really brings shame to the palace."
"Prince Yan has already informed us that we should send you back to the palace to be his dog."
"Hahahaha, you've been a dog for so many years, and you really think that everything will be fine after passing the entrance exam to Qinglai. Don't you think that the path of cultivating immortals is something you can touch?"
He Wenzhou frowned when he heard this and was about to ask his junior master for instructions.
He saw his junior uncle collect the spiritual text, jump off the corridor, and rush out, so fast that he could hardly catch up.
Hua Lang was furious. He walked around the high and low landscapes and saw four people standing in front of the door.
Yan Rong was facing three people alone. He was still wearing wet clothes and his face was slightly pale from the cold.
The other three were dressed neatly and looked vaguely familiar. I guess they were also new disciples.
The three men had apparently not noticed anyone approaching.
They got goose bumps all over their bodies when they were stared at by Yan Rong. They cursed softly and were about to hit him when they felt a sudden pain in their wrists!
“Ouch, ouch—”
Hua Lang withdrew his hand, frowned and walked closer, followed closely by He Wenzhou.
"What are you doing! Bullying a fellow disciple is no small crime in Qinglai!"
When the three saw the newcomer, their expressions changed drastically. They quickly knelt down and admitted their mistakes, saying, "Junior Master! Disciple...disciple simply heard that Yan Rong was a vicious person who disregarded brotherhood and murdered his brothers in the mortal world. That's why I wanted to warn him. I don't intend to bully him!"
"I heard everything you just said. You're quibbling like this, are you unwilling to admit your mistakes?" Hua Lang looked at the people on the ground and said unhappily, "If you're not a disciple of the sect, you naturally don't have to abide by the Qinglai sect rules. Since you haven't been given the seal yet, you can leave Qinglai."
Upon hearing this, the three of them were unwilling to give up the immortal path that was right before their eyes. They admitted their mistakes one after another and almost crawled to the Discipline Hall to record their crimes.
"Junior Master, it's getting late." He Wenzhou reminded from behind.
Hua Lang could only ignore the caring words and asked Yan Rong, "Your eyesight is impaired, can you still change your clothes by yourself?"
Yan Rong nodded obediently, and as she turned around, she didn't forget to say, "Thank you, Senior Sister Lei."
Hua Lang was stunned and almost thought it was an auditory hallucination.
But Yan Rong had already entered the inner room, so she could only suppress her urge to explain.
He Wenzhou was a little confused, "Why did Junior Master-Uncle wait for him to enter the hall together?"
Hua Lang: "Those people took advantage of his powerlessness to bully him. He still has a long time to live in Qinglai, so why not let him borrow our identities?"
He Wenzhou remembered what the three people had said before.
He was quite suspicious about the three people's mention of the murder of brothers and sisters, but then he thought that perhaps they were just making up stories out of fear of punishment. As a senior brother of Yifeng, how could he believe these rumors?
The words came to my lips, but I swallowed them back in the end.
*
Inside the Minguang Hall, everyone lined up according to their ranking, their eyes occasionally casting towards the straight figure in the front.
"Even when we were at the Devil Binding Mountain, I knew he was exceptionally strong. I'm completely convinced he won first place!"
"Yes, yes. I was also impressed. However, he moved to another courtyard after entering Qinglai, so I haven't seen him since."
"He's so handsome. I heard he moved to avoid Pan Yu..."
"It's that old man again, but this is all thanks to Junior Uncle-Master. A friend of mine from the inner sect said that when he passed by the torture hall, he could still hear Pan Yu's screams."
The wound on Xie Hanjing's face had been bandaged, with half of his face covered in gauze, and the remaining half was slightly pale due to excessive blood loss.
He had put the gauze on himself, and it seemed a little tight. Xie Hanjing drooped his eyelids, feeling uncomfortable.
"Young Master is here...why is that person following her?"
"Could it be that Junior Master-Uncle really wants to accept him as his eldest disciple, but he didn't even get first place in the trial."
The whispering behind him suddenly became louder. Xie Han turned his head in surprise and saw Hua Lang walking out of the palace gate. Behind her, besides He Wenzhou, there was another person -
It’s Yan Rong.
Many people exchanged glances with each other, and only when Hua Lang took his seat did they quiet down.
Hua Lang reached out and took down three palm-sized soul lamps on the stage. The lamps were dark and cold, and the lamp bodies were unexpectedly light.
Hua Lang remembered that when she first came to Qinglai, she was holding such a lamp, waiting for her master to give her the seal.
Mo Jinghong drunkenly tapped her forehead with his finger. Hua Lang felt confused for a moment. When Mo Jinghong withdrew his hand, Hua Lang saw that the cold and lonely soul lamp had actually lit up, and she could vaguely see a jumping white flame inside.
The soul lamp is connected to the soul of the lamp owner. If the lamp owner dies in an accident, the lamp will also be completely extinguished.
Most cultivators find it difficult to recover their bodies, so they choose to offer sacrifices to soul lamps instead. Therefore, every disciple needs to leave a soul lamp behind when they enter the sect.
He Wenzhou took the three lamps and followed Hua Lang off the stage. Dozens of inner disciples also carried lamps and walked towards the new disciples.
The new disciples half-knelt down with their heads slightly lowered.
The hall was silent, with only the sound of footsteps and the clinking of lamps.
In the half-dark hall, the ceremony with nearly a hundred people was silent and solemn.
Hua Lang stopped in front of Xie Hanjing.
The ends of his hair were still wet, half tied up and half loose, falling behind him and then spreading on the ground, forming an ink-colored lotus, with a pious posture as if worshiping Buddha.
Hua Lang lowered his eyes and could only see a cold white forehead and a piece of rough gauze.
She called out to 001 in her mind, "By the way, 001, do you know where the strange white silk that attacked the hero came from? Why do I feel like it doesn't belong to the demon clan?"
001 recalled: [It was a chaotic scene, with so many people around, but I think it was probably just an accidental injury.]
Hua Lang thought about it and felt that this was the only possibility. He sincerely apologized to the young disciple who had "lost his magic weapon".
001 said anxiously again, [Host, will the male protagonist be disfigured?]
Hua Lang stretched out his hand and touched Xie Hanjing's forehead with his fingertips, only to feel the skin under his hand exuding a refreshing coolness.
She replied in her mind, "Based on the hero's physique, this injury will heal within three days. Besides, even if he is disfigured, it will only mean the loss of two innocent romantic partners."
001 obviously disagreed with her statement, but Hua Lang was concentrating at the moment, so it was inconvenient for it to disturb her. It could only nervously stare at Xie Hanjing with Hua Lang.
According to He Wenzhou, extracting a very thin strand of external soul seems simple, but as long as the other party resists in their heart, they need to use their own spiritual energy to forcibly break through the barrier.
Generally speaking, the top few in the trial have better talents than others and are more likely to resist others from approaching the spirit platform. If one has insufficient cultivation, it will be difficult for him to complete the seal-granting ceremony. This is one of the reasons why the top three in the trial every year need to be sealed in person by the peak master.
Hua Lang was nervous, but his spiritual consciousness at his fingertips penetrated without any hindrance. However, during those few moments of distraction, he almost penetrated deeper.
Hua Lang quickly controlled his spiritual consciousness and only stayed at the outer edge.
After gently bringing out a wisp of his outer soul, He Wenzhou handed over the soul lamp, and Hua Lang carefully placed it inside.
?
Hua Lang's expression was slightly stiff, and the wisp of external soul was tightly attached to her finger, with no intention of letting go.
Seeing that the soul lamp was not lit, He Wenzhou did not dare to let go, but just cast a puzzled look.
Hua Lang calmed his mind and used his spiritual energy to wrap up the external soul, allowing it to land steadily on the wick.
In the dimly lit hall, the black soul lamp instantly ignited a very faint and clear green light.
Why is it blue?!
Hua Lang was a little surprised. He raised his head, but saw that there was no strange expression on He Wenzhou's face. He looked around again.
The dozens of lights in the hands of the others were all emitting a bright green light...
In the dim environment, the cold lights are like faint ghost lights, cold and eerie.
But why, her soul lamp,
Is it white?
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