Gingerbread finished wiping the ancestral hall in a daze.
I couldn't help but think about it as I left.
Has the peacock never seen the image of the burning of the painting?
Otherwise, why didn't he react much when Fen Jue appeared in the Ghost Realm as Lin Jue?
What Gingerbread didn't know was...
She could clearly see the features of the red-clad swordsman in the portrait and recognized him as Fen Jue.
It was entirely because she had formed a pact with Fen Jue.
From someone else's perspective.
The portrait was veiled, the face of the ascended deity hidden behind the faintly visible celestial mist.
It's not clear.
The divine countenance is difficult to discern unless one obtains the approval of that divine ruler.
Back to Xianyu Peak.
Gingerbread was still upset. No wonder they moved the chasm rock to the top of the mountain.
Fenjue had that expression on his face.
The master also made them kowtow to the chasm before practicing swordsmanship.
Burning Jue must be having a hard time suppressing his laughter, damn it!!
"Junior Sister."
A voice came, as gentle as a spring breeze on the cheek.
Gingerbread, who was lying on the table howling, turned around and weakly greeted someone.
"Hey, second senior brother..."
Wen Yuzhao was holding a blue brocade box.
"You seem a little weak, are you sick?" he asked with a smile.
Gingerbread shook her head. "No, is there something you need from my second senior brother?"
"The sect's new robes made by the embroidery workshop. My master asked me to bring them over for you to try on. If they don't fit, we can get them altered."
"Oh, I'll try it then."
Gingerbread went back inside and came out again not long after.
"It fits perfectly, no need to alter it."
"That's good." Wen Yuzhao nodded.
"Why do I feel like this year's robes are a little different?" Gingerbread touched the shimmering brocade.
Wen Yuzhao walked in her courtyard with his hands behind his back.
“In previous years, the Sword Sect’s treasury was tight, and the materials of the robes were not up to par, so the colors were basically all plain white robes.”
"The sect's finances have improved this year, and the sect leader has chosen the finest brocade, which is also made in different colors."
“Separate male and female disciples.”
It turns out the sect made money.
Gingerbread touched the cloud-blue robe, which had ties at the cuffs, making it easy to tie up when fighting.
White runes were embroidered on the edges of the cuffs and collar.
It has the most basic defensive functions.
The new work uniforms were carefully designed.
Having money makes all the difference.
"The female disciples wear blue, but what about the male disciples?"
Wen Yuzhao took out his robes, "We wear white."
Mostly white, with blue edge runes.
Put on these two outfits.
They look like a couple when they stand together.
However, it's a different story when tens of thousands of people stand together.
"Junior sister, I'll go back and report to Master first."
"good."
After seeing Wen Yuzhao off, she went back to continue her cultivation.
The next day.
Gingerbread was woken up early in the morning by Meilian.
What a familiar scene!
It reminded her of when she was in the Foundation Establishment stage, and every morning she would be woken up by the sound of Meilian pecking at the window frame.
In the past, when I read cultivation novels, the sect selection ceremonies were always lively, but when I experienced it myself, I just found it noisy.
Just like the school anniversary celebration when I was in school.
I had to do a lot of preparatory work, which was quite a hassle.
"Junior Sister, let's meet at the summit."
It was Liu Zheng's voice coming from outside.
"Oh, I see."
Gingerbread changed into her monastic robes and performed the purification incantation twice.
Before leaving, I put the snacks and pastries into the storage bracelet.
Damn it.
Who knows how long Uncle Wuya will speak on stage?
When the Sword Tomb opened, Master Wuya spoke at length, and many disciples suffered from heatstroke and rumbling stomachs.
She can't let herself go hungry.
We boarded Immortal Lord Qingxue's spaceship and headed to the plaza.
Arrive at the top of the square.
Gingerbread gaped in shock.
As expected of the number one sect!
A lean camel is bigger than a horse.
No matter how much the Nine Heavens Sect uses spirit stones to create a grand spectacle, it can never match the profound foundation of the Sword Sect.
Tens of thousands of Sword Sect disciples stood in a neat row, led by the peak masters of each peak.
Each person stood ramrod straight, holding their natal spirit sword in their hand.
Gingerbread followed Immortal Lord Qingxue off the spaceship and walked to the location belonging to Immortal Jade Peak.
What a coincidence.
Next to it is Tianji Peak.
Tai Xuan Immortal Lord tilted his head slightly and looked over, asking Jiang Bingbing in a half-smile, "Little Bingbing, how long has your master been getting ready in the room, dressed so flamboyantly?"
Little Jiang kept his mouth shut and pretended to be dead.
Her master was indeed anxious.
Immortal Lord Qingxue snorted coldly, "You can't even manage the affairs of Tianji Peak, so you should refrain from interfering in my affairs."
Tai Xuan Immortal Lord: "How come I can't manage Tianji Peak?"
Immortal Lord Qingxue: "Have you forgotten all the evil deeds that little devil on your peak has committed?"
"Heh... You make it sound like you don't know the inside story, but you know whose daughter she is."
The peak master of Tai Xuan had a long face and spoke in an unhappy tone.
Immortal Lord Qingxue wasn't buying it. "Why didn't you say so earlier? You just like to play the hero. You deserve it."
"Jiang Qingxue," the Tai Xuan Peak Master said, enunciating each word clearly.
Immortal Lord Qingxue: "What's wrong, Wei Taixuan?"
The two were like oil and water, locked in a fierce battle whenever they met.
The disciples of Tianji Peak trembled with fear.
Disciples of Xianyu Peak.
Forehead.....
Do what you should do.
The four of them are very carefree.
The bells toll and the cranes cry.
All the disciples and high-ranking members of the sect have arrived.
Sect Leader Wuya passed by calmly, rubbing his forehead as he tried to mediate, "Give me some face, let's not argue during the selection ceremony."
"snort!"
"snort."
Immortal Lord Qingxue and Peak Master Taixuan both turned their heads with coffin-like faces.
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