After the competition ended, the six sects went back to their respective homes. Yun Feimiao and the others resumed their lives of attending classes and visiting other sects.
They went to the Weapon Forging Sect first, and except for Yan Yan and Gong Zhuo, everyone else returned empty-handed.
Gong Zhuo not only received several weapon refining inheritances, but also received a portion of the Phoenix True Fire from an elder of the Phoenix clan, and was once again burned to death.
Yan Yan was very envious of this and wished he could be burned too. Unfortunately, their Yan family has always had a large population, and the ancestors were not like the ancestors of the Feng clan, who wanted to take away everything for their descendants.
Most people in the Yan family are born with spiritual fire. Yan Yan's spiritual fire is also very good. He ranks among the top three among his peers in the Yan family, only below the eldest and second oldest. He and Xie Yang are the sixth oldest.
Yan Yan had always been very proud of his spiritual fire before, but after seeing Gong Zhuo's Phoenix True Fire that was fused with several predecessors' true fire, the spiritual fire in his dantian could only tremble.
However, he also obtained several inheritances and refining materials that are difficult to find outside nowadays, so he should be content.
Yun Feimiao had already anticipated that with his zero talent in refining weapons, he would definitely gain nothing in the weapon tomb.
But he didn't expect that after he came out of the weapon tomb empty-handed, a group of tall and strong disciples of the Weapon Forging Sect surrounded him and kept trying to stuff magic weapons into his hands.
How could Yun Feimiao dare to accept it?
Those people obviously came here to please the Third Brother, but the Third Brother had no interest in them at all, so he couldn't accept their things.
As a qualified chief disciple, Duan Kai was relatively easy to talk to. After Yun Feimiao politely refused, he put the things away.
It was the guy called Yan Fan, whose mouth was bigger than that of a goose. If it weren't for the several peak masters standing by and watching him covetously, I'm afraid Yan Fan would not dare to force those things on himself.
Yun Feimiao fled from the Weapon Forging Sect, thinking that he would never dare to come here again unless it was necessary.
Not long after leaving the Weapon Forging Sect, they went to the Medicine King Sect.
This is the wealthiest sect among the seven major sects. Before they even entered the medicine tomb, Sect Master Lin had already ordered people to send them a large gift package of daily elixirs, one for each person.
In this way, even if the new disciples find nothing in the medicine tomb, they can still return with a full load.
Although Yun Feimiao’s talent in alchemy was also zero, he gained quite a lot from the medicine tomb.
The Yaowang Sect focuses on medicine, which includes herbs, pills, liquid medicine, powder medicine, and medicinal food.
As long as it is medicine, no matter what form it is presented in, it will be accepted by the Medicine King Sect.
Therefore, many seniors of the Yun family who were born with wood spiritual roots would enter the Yaowang Sect.
The feeling Yun Feimiao had when entering the medicine tomb was similar to that when he entered the talisman tomb. His elders were everywhere, and he would be pulled into a realm of residual souls from time to time.
Some passed on the medicine to him, some gave him spiritual plants, and some just wanted to chat with him.
The most outrageous thing was that an old ancestor discovered that Yun Feimiao had the Floating Cloud Dream Painting Brush on him, and knowing the requirements for selecting people with this brush, he quickly pulled Yun Feimiao away and asked Yun Feimiao to draw a few portraits for him.
Yun Feimiao was very puzzled by this: "There are already many portraits of our ancestors left in the world, why do you want to paint more?"
After each ancestor of the Yun family passed away or ascended to heaven, the most talented painter of that generation in the Yun family would paint a portrait of them and display it in the ancestral hall.
If other people like that ancestor, they will make another copy.
But this ancestor named Yun Nonghe was different. She loved to have people paint her portraits. She lived for over a hundred years, and there were thousands of portraits of her that were passed down.
After her death, not only did the portraits of her enshrined in various parts of the Yun family have different shapes, but many outsiders also collected her portraits crazily, feeling that she had left clues to treasures in those portraits.
The stubborn ones even tried to sneak into the Yun family's house at night and steal the portrait. In the end, they were all trapped in the Yun family's maze, unable to return.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
The remaining soul of Yun Nonghe approached Yun Feimiao.
Unlike other residual souls whose faces are blurry and only appear clearly occasionally, Yun Nonghe's residual soul has a beautiful face that is extremely clear at all times.
The upper body is also quite clear, but the lower body is a little illusory, which is consistent with the legend that ghosts have no feet.
At this moment, she moved closer to Yun Feimiao, and her beautiful face enlarged in front of Yun Feimiao's eyes, making her facial features look extremely delicate and flawless, which gave people a great sense of shock.
Yun Feimiao couldn't help but take a step back: "The ancestor is naturally very beautiful."
Yun Nonghe nodded in agreement: "Yes, I am so beautiful, it would be a waste not to leave a few portraits of me in the world."
Every day she felt that she looked a little better than before, so the portrait she was most satisfied with was always the next one.
As time passed, she was just a remnant soul. She no longer remembered how she died, nor did she remember the pain of death.
She only remembered that she died in a very ugly way, with her body torn into pieces and covered in blood.
The moment her soul left her body, she was thinking, "How could I have been beautiful all my life, but died so ugly in the end?"
It was a pity that she had not had time to wear the two beautiful dresses she had made before the war, let alone have her portrait taken.
After that, the main soul entered reincarnation, and her remaining soul left in the medicine tomb became obsessed.
She wanted to find a good painter to draw her wearing those two beautiful dresses.
Oh, not just two sets. The clan leader of their generation burned more than a dozen sets for her, including clothes and jewelry. The equipment was very complete, and she wanted to try them all.
She had previously looked for several younger members of the Yun family, as well as other direct disciples who were good at painting, but unfortunately, none of their paintings could fully satisfy her.
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