"Shut up!" Master Huoling's expression changed, and she glared at her fiercely, clearly very angry. "Don't mention this matter again, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Pei Mianman stuck out her tongue. In the entire Biluo Palace, only she dared to say such things to her master. Normally, who would dare to mention this matter in front of Abbess Huoling? They would be torn to pieces.
Even now, Master Huoling is still considered to be beautiful, but because she is usually too fierce, no one pays attention to her appearance.
In her youth, Abbess Huoling was a renowned beauty in Biluo Palace, and she and her senior brother Wan Tongtian were also known as the golden couple.
Biluo Palace was already in decline at that time, and it was only with great difficulty that two genius disciples emerged, so naturally they had to do their best to cultivate them.
As the two spent more time together, they developed feelings for each other, and even everyone around them thought they would get married and have children.
However, because the two belong to different peaks and represent the honor of their respective peaks, they often need to compete and fight to win resources for their peaks.
At first, the two held back and were quite affectionate towards each other, but after fighting many times and being urged by their respective masters, they became less and less reserved.
Both of them were proud and arrogant, and neither of them believed that they were inferior to the other. They both felt that they had secretly shown mercy to each other many times, but the other did not know their feelings and took advantage of them to demand more.
Thus, the friendly match turned into a real battle.
It's quite a coincidence that both of them are exceptionally talented, with similar cultivation speeds and levels. Even if they used every means at their disposal, they couldn't defeat each other.
But the more this happened, the more determined the two became to fight it out.
As a result, this dispute lasted for decades.
They clearly liked each other, but due to their personalities, they both thought that whoever confessed first would lose, and they both wanted to win the other's heart fair and square before expressing their feelings.
Both of them thought this way, and after fighting for decades, they still couldn't determine a winner.
Later, due to the new position of the palace master, some misunderstandings arose between the two, causing their relationship to become increasingly strained, eventually leading to a situation where they would never speak to each other again.
As Wan Tongtian grew older, his marriage was no longer just a matter for him alone; it also concerned the rise and fall of his sect.
Finally, under the guidance of the sect elders, he married a woman and they had a son named Wan Guiyi.
From then on, Master Huoling's temper worsened, making everyone in Biluo Palace dislike her. Eventually, even the entire population of Yanxia Peak gradually dwindled, with many people leaving her.
Master Huoling didn't care. In her opinion, those mediocre guys left and that was that; she didn't care.
However, she has had a lingering concern for many years: the lack of a true successor to her mantle.
Especially as Wan Guiyi grew older and revealed his amazing talent, she became more and more anxious.
He had never lost to Wan Tongtian in his life, so how could his successor be going to lose to the other's successor?
And he's that woman's son?
The thought of this drove her almost mad, so she traveled all over the world searching for promising talents.
Unfortunately, although there are many cultivation geniuses, very few of them can catch her eye.
Fortunately, by chance, she met Pei Mianman and was overjoyed, knowing that she was the one destined to inherit her mantle.
Pei Mianman happened to be in Baiyujing at that time because Chu Chuyan had arrived there. She was worried that the gap between them was widening and she was very distressed. When she accepted the olive branch from Master Huoling, she naturally agreed immediately.
With the arrival of the lively Pei Mianman, even the gloomy and oppressive Yanxia Peak gained a touch of brightness.
The Fire Spirit Abbess found some solace in her closed-off and gloomy heart. Because she had never married, she could only watch Wan Tongtian and Wan Guiyi enjoy the bliss of fatherhood every day, and the evil fire in her heart was rising rapidly.
Pei Mianman was lively by nature and good at pleasing people. Before she knew it, Master Huoling looked at her as if she were her own daughter.
Over the years, I have naturally taught her with great care. This time, I even specially brought her to participate in the grand competition of the nine sects of Taoism, just to make her stand out and at the same time to let those who have secretly mocked and pitied her over the years see that I, Master Huoling, am no less than anyone else in my life, and my disciple will not lose to anyone else's disciple.
Seeing her master's angry expression, Pei Mianman sighed inwardly and dared not try to persuade him any further.
It's such a pity about the relationship between Master and Palace Master. They could have become a perfect couple, but they had to turn against each other and become enemies.
I must never be like my master, sacrificing my lifelong happiness for a moment of anger.
They also said that the Palace Master was really something, couldn't a grown man say something nice? If he were like Azu, he would probably have several children with his master by now.
Thinking of Ah Zu, a gentle smile appeared on her face. It had been so long since she had seen him; she wondered where he was now.
I finally got to leave the Biluo Palace, but I didn't get a chance to go see him. Sigh, that womanizer is probably having a good time with some vixen right now.
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Achoo!
Just then, Zuan and his group arrived at the foot of Purple Mountain and couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
"Brother Zu, have you caught a cold?" Xie Daoyun asked with concern, though she was a little puzzled. Cultivators have special constitutions and rarely catch colds.
"No, maybe someone is thinking about me." Zu An rubbed his nose, looking at the majestic Purple Mountain, which he felt was at least several thousand meters high. In his previous life, such a peak was comparable to Mount Everest and was a forbidden zone for life, but in this world of cultivation, it was commonplace.
Zu An instructed Wang Bolin, who was standing beside him, "General Wang, we are afraid that if so many of us go up the mountain together, we will disturb the Grand Preceptor's place of seclusion. You should lead everyone to set up camp near the foot of the mountain and wait for my orders to go up the mountain at any time."
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