The door opened, and it was as if a pair of invisible hands pushed them from behind. It was impossible to turn back, so they stumbled out. The air was stagnant, and time seemed to start moving again. The moonlight was cold and silent.

Yao Yue looked around. Ku Ming was still meditating, but the tea stove in front of him had long gone out, leaving not even a trace of ember. He put his palms together, closed his eyes, and chanted incomprehensible scriptures. I don't know if it was because the light at the top of the pagoda was too dim, or because of the moonlight, but the old monk's face looked skinny, and his shadow fell on the wall, dark gray, as thin as a piece of paper.

——Looks like he is at the end of his rope.

"How long will we be inside?"

Ku Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his eagle eyes showing neither joy nor anger: "Less than two months. The two of you have become more intelligent than I expected."

Yao Yue snorted, with a hint of arrogance on her face: "I learned this Heavenly Star Scripture when I was six years old. It can't really be considered profound."

"Oh? Doesn't that mean the little girl will return empty-handed this time?" The old monk smiled and turned to look at Jiang Mi, "It's a good thing for my good disciple."

She felt that there was something behind these words, and a hint of shame and anger flashed across her pretty and flawless face. She quickly glanced at Jiang Mi, and seeing that he was just looking at her quietly, a soft ripple suddenly appeared in her heart, and the last bit of annoyance disappeared.

"Little girl, I want to talk to my disciple alone. Please go to the bottom of the tower and wait for a while."

The girl didn't say anything more and left as she was told. Turning around, she saw Jiang Mi staring at her back absentmindedly, and Ku Ming smiled with a look of disappointment and helplessness.

"You idiot, can't you wait even a quarter of an hour to be separated from the little girl?"

Jiang Mi came back to his senses and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Master... I..."

The old monk suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he sighed softly.

"Practicing the Six Desire Heavens Technique requires the six senses to be pure, and it is best to convert to Buddhism. But now that you have that little girl, it would be more difficult for you to become a monk than to take your life. You have excellent aptitude and a pure heart, so I am not worried about other things, but I am afraid that you will have trouble with your love life."

He was puzzled, but seemed to be bound by Ku Ming's words, and was stiff and unable to move.

"Love requires one to be able to take it and let it go. That girl has already reached the state of Yuhua at such a young age. She is not only talented, but also has a firm mind that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. What she pursues is not love between men and women, and her love is definitely not as deep as yours."

The young man's face suddenly turned pale, and a sense of fear rose in his heart for no reason. His lips trembled as he asked, "Master, Yao Yue... don't you like me?"

Seeing this, the old monk shook his head and said, "Amitabha, it seems that you can't get over this love barrier." He sighed again and compromised, "Well, as long as she is always by your side, love can be a help."

***

Yao Yue waited in the Buddhist temple on the first floor for a stick of incense, and then saw Jiang Mi walking down alone in a daze.

"Where are the six desire demons?"

"After my master passed on his skills to me, he passed away..." Jiang Mi looked at her with a sad face and a complicated expression, "Where are we going now?"

She looked at the vast spiritual energy surrounding him and estimated that it was at least at the Nascent Soul stage. However, he could not fully control it yet, and the flow of spiritual energy was disorderly.

"Let's go to Wanjian Mountain." She paused and continued, "With your qualifications, it won't be difficult to join Wanjian Mountain. It's close enough to your home, so you can come back to visit the village when you have free time."

His eyes dimmed and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly.

"Can't I follow you?"

The girl bit her lower lip, and the arrogance in her eyes disappeared completely, leaving only a trace of embarrassment and hesitation: she had already made a lot of enemies after driving away the Jingtao Sect in Yunmo Prefecture; and she was about to go to war with the Bailian Palace in Muxian Prefecture, and would offend another large group of people.

——There are many weapon refiners in Bailian Palace, and many weapons and magic treasures in Qianyuan Continent come from this sect. If a war breaks out, other sects will most likely come to reinforce.

"It's too dangerous to follow me. There are two things you must not mention to others after you return. One is the Six Desires Heavenly Art, and the other is the name Baili Yaoyue. Otherwise, you will be killed."

Seeing that his eyebrows were still drooping, her voice suddenly changed, becoming playful and gentle, making people feel comfortable like a spring breeze: "When I finish the things at hand, I will go to Wanjian Mountain to find you, how about it?"

Jiang Mi's annoyance was suddenly burned away by another more passionate and infatuated feeling. He raised his eyebrows, took the initiative to stand on the Fu Shui Sword, and held her waist tightly, refusing to let go.

Who would have thought that Yu Jian would meet an acquaintance as soon as he left the Demon Realm.

The man seemed to have expected her to be here, riding on the mechanical bird and waving the Thousand Machine Fan, as if he had been waiting for a long time. His face was as beautiful as jade, his lips were smiling, and he waved the folding fan, unable to conceal his noble and elegant demeanor.

"Xingyuan? Why are you here?"

"I calculated that your trip to the Demon Realm would be full of dangers, so I came to pick you up." The man smiled, and when he saw the person behind her and the hand around her waist, his fox eyes narrowed slightly, "Who is this?"

"His name is Jiang Mi, and he will soon be a disciple of Wanjian Mountain." She pointed at Xing Yuan and introduced him, "The head of Xingji Pavilion, Xing Yuan."

Compared to Xing Yuan, the young man's clothes looked a little shabby, but even so, he was still handsome. A strand of bangs covered his eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he nodded indifferently to Xing Yuan.

Most people would inevitably flatter the leader of the Xingji Pavilion upon hearing his title, but this man just nodded indifferently. In addition, his hand was very naturally around the girl's waist, which made Xing Yuan unhappy at once, but he still had a smile on his face.

"I heard that Qin Qianxue has already started a fight with Bailian Palace. How about I create a teleportation array to take you there?"

The teleportation array arrived in the blink of an eye, and it would take an incense stick of time to fly the sword. Not knowing what the battle situation was over there, she had no choice but to nod.

The strong muscles on Jiang Mi's back suddenly tensed up. Just like a young male wolf that had just grown sharp teeth and was ambitiously preparing to challenge the kingship, he suddenly smelled the threatening breath of a foreign wild wolf.

Xing Yuan waved his fan and looked at him. He was satisfied to see his hand fall from the girl's waist. Then he smiled and said, "Where are you going, fellow Taoist? I can also set up a formation for you."

"...Wanjian Mountain."