Wanjian Mountain, Guiyi Peak.

I saw a cold light in the morning light, like a star and lightning, flying towards a towering crabapple tree. Then I heard a snap, and a large branch facing south of the crabapple tree was cut off. The tree was suddenly shaken by the broken branch, and the crabapple flowers fell like rain. Looking closely, the man in front of the courtyard was still standing there as if he had not moved.

A breeze blew by, and the iron horses in front of the eaves kept making ding-dong sounds, as if applauding him. The shorter young man standing nearby walked over excitedly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Jiang Mi, you will definitely be promoted to a true disciple in this sect assessment. Remember to protect me then!"

When he entered Wanjian Mountain, he was directly accepted as an inner disciple. At that time, he was also fought over by the four elders because of his natural spiritual roots. In the end, it was the head of the sect, Yun Liang, who stepped in and let him enter the Treasure Storage Hall under his charge. The Treasure Storage Hall is responsible for the Sutra Library and magic weapons, and is the easiest of the five halls. With the blessing of the sword formation of Wanjian Mountain itself and the daily patrols of the Inspection Hall, the disciples of the Treasure Storage Hall do not have to worry about theft. After class every day, they only need to do some cleaning and inventory work.

"uncertain."

Jiang Mi's face was facing the morning glow, his clothes fluttering in the morning breeze, his long hair tied up high, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and bright, and everyone around him was stunned for a moment before he spoke: "Of course, of course! Except for his background, how can Ling Wujie compare to you? If the leader is not blind, he would not choose him."

At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind -

"Gu Bufan, do you hold a grudge like this?"

The man was wearing the same black disciple uniform of Wanjian Mountain, but he had a rice-grain white jade belt tied around his waist, which made his simple short robe with a round collar and narrow sleeves look a bit rich. As he walked, the black and gold scabbard on his waist reflected a dazzling brilliance, and he looked like a handsome and heroic young man from an aristocratic family, with a bit of frivolity in his eyes.

The young man named Gu Bufan raised his eyebrows, looked at him coldly, and clenched his fists.

"Your mother is a servant in my house, so what's wrong with me asking you to call me Young Master?" Ling Wujie said with a smile, but glanced at Jiang Mi, "You got up early to practice swordplay just to gossip?"

The disciples of Wanjian Mountain have to practice swordplay at their respective peaks every day at the Mao hour, and practice for an hour before going to class. Ling Wujie usually likes to be lazy, but he didn't expect to come today, and happened to hear these words, so he probably has to cause trouble for them.

The aristocratic families of Jiuzhou have a serious monopoly on the resources of the entire cultivation world. Almost all the positions above the elders of the major sects are from famous families. Unless ordinary cultivators establish their own sects, they can only become true disciples at most. Ling Wujie was born in the Ling family of Yongning Prefecture. He is the son of Ling Lang, the head of Lingxiao Sect and the current immortal official of Yongning Prefecture. Yongning Prefecture is adjacent to the Shiwan Mountains. Lingxiao Sect has a large number of spiritual stone mineral resources, as well as the business of buying and selling monsters. Therefore, the Ling family is extremely rich and extravagant.

Ling Wujie is not a bad person by nature, but he loves to compete with others, and his eccentric personality has offended many people. Of course, most people are afraid to conflict with him because he is the son of the Ling family. Only Gu Bufan and Jiang Mi don't give him face. Gu Bufan has too much self-esteem, while Jiang Mi doesn't care.

——Ling Wujie was actually very curious about Jiang Mi.

This person is unknown. After three months in Wanjian Mountain, he became the most outstanding inner sect disciple. It is said that he was born in a farmer's family in Wanjian Mountain. His parents died early, leaving him helpless. He has natural spiritual roots but he only established his foundation at the age of 20. However, the complex spiritual energy in his body is obviously not what one should have at the foundation-building stage. With the guidance of the head of the sect, he broke through the Jindan stage last month and is only one step away from the Juling stage.

"Jiang Mi, I'm here to tell you that there's a girl named Yan'er at the foot of the mountain looking for you," Ling Wujie said with a hint of mischief on his face, "She said she came to thank you for saving her life, and she might even marry you."

***

The sect's lectures were always attended together with the outer disciples. Those fifteen or sixteen-year-olds were the most noisy. Today, the teacher was late, and the whole lecture hall was as chaotic as a busy market. Jiang Mi had just returned from the foot of the mountain and sat down next to Gu Bufan. Ling Wujie was sitting not far to his left.

Ling Wujie loves to be in the limelight, and he often knows information that ordinary disciples cannot access. At such times, he is naturally the focus of the whole audience.

"Brother Ling, the Immortal Alliance tabloid said that we will invite the Miaoyin Sect to observe our sect assessment this time. Is that true?"

——Miaoyin Sect is the exact opposite of Wanjian Mountain. They only accept female disciples. All of them are dressed in white as white as snow, are pretty and beautiful, and are dignified and graceful. They are the dream lovers of all male cultivators in Jiuzhou.

"Not only that, there are also Xingji Pavilion, Lingxiao Sect, and even--" Ling Wujie dragged out his voice, deliberately tantalizing people, "Quan Xing is also invited."

The words "Quan Xing" were so shocking that the lecture hall immediately exploded with everyone chattering about it until someone asked, "Will Baili Yaoyue come?" There was an instant silence as everyone waited for Ling Wujie to speak.

Two major events happened in Qianyuan Continent recently. First, the Sword Master failed to ascend and collapsed; second, Quan Xing conquered Bailian Palace in Muxianzhou, and the leader Baili Yaoyue controlled both Yunmozhou and Muxianzhou at the same time, which seemed to be a challenge to the Immortal Alliance.

Baili Yaoyue has been around for several years and has become well-known to everyone in the world of immortal cultivation. Some people call her Baili Yaoyue, while others respect her as Chiyu Fairy. In short, there are mixed opinions. The only two things that are indisputable are her appearance and swordsmanship.

The beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow.

The Wanjian Mountain disciples who are also sword practitioners may call her Baili Yaonu, but they may have some admiration for her in their hearts.

"I can't say for sure. But if Xing Yuan is coming, Baili Yaoyue will probably come too."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings became boiling, and only one person lowered his head.

The coldness in Jiang Mi's eyes was gradually covered by the hazy mist, and the amber pupils could no longer be seen clearly. Only the dark bitterness and sadness were rolling in the mist like boiling water, ready to pour out. He clenched his fists, and his whole body was straight and motionless like a statue.

——They haven’t seen each other for three months.