Chapter 115: Past of the Cloud Palace (2)
Legend has it that the ancestors of the eight great families were descendants of the bloodline of the gods, so their descendants were born noble and possessed the physique of a semi-immortal.
The Yun Palace was jointly built by the eight great families. It is not only an institution for cultivating outstanding disciples within the family, but also a place for elders from the major sects to gather and discuss matters.
Every three years, each of the major families would send their direct descendants to the Cloud Palace for a ten-year period of training.
I heard there were the most demanding masters and the most perverse trials. Although this training could rapidly improve one's cultivation, it was a paradise for cultivation that outer disciples would fight tooth and nail to enter.
But Qingyue, who had always been free and easy, was unwilling to endure that hardship. After making a fuss several times, her father still stuffed her into a Pegasus cloud carriage and sent her to the Cloud Palace.
Many years later, when she looked back, she realized that the years she spent in Yun Palace were the most unforgettable time in her life.
It was also in the Cloud Palace that she met the man who would later change the trajectory of her life: Immortal Lord Zhuohua.
Zhuohua was born in the lower mortal world, but he is a rare genius in cultivating immortals in a century. He is also the only person who broke through the class hierarchy and was born as a humble mortal, but was able to obtain the title of "Immortal King".
He is also the only instructor in Yun Palace without any background.
But no matter how glorious his past experiences were, in the eyes of those precious descendants of the immortal sect, Zhuohua was still no different from an ant in the lower realm.
When he was happy, he would listen to his lessons and call him Immortal Lord. But when he was unhappy, many of his disciples would talk back to him.
Among these disciples, Qingyue was the main culprit.
Just because she slept in class one time, she was criticized by Zhuohua. She held a grudge and set up many ambushes to punish Zhuohua.
For example, they set up a water array on the door, hoping that he would be soaked as soon as he entered the lecture hall, making a big fool of himself.
As a result, the despicable Zhuohua used some sinister means to make the formation rebound, and in the end it was Qingyue who was soaked like a drowned chicken.
For example, Qingyue filled his lunch box with cockroaches and earthworms, intending to disgust him.
But in the end, it was Qingyue who was disgusted.
Because those cockroaches and earthworms somehow got into her bowl. She was chatting happily at the time and didn't notice the change in the bowl at all. It was not until she put the food in her mouth that she realized something was wrong. She vomited for three days before she recovered.
Of course, there were also those who succeeded. For example, they ruined his new clothes or lost the spiritual weapon he made. Then they would be punished and scolded.
When he scolded people, his expression was very cold, but he would only say: "This child is incorrigible!"
He can't even curse, so old-fashioned and boring.
However, such a conservative and boring person was almost trampled to death by the beasts during a trial when Qingyue accidentally fell into a group of monsters.
A man in a plain white robe fell rapidly from the top of the cliff, his clothes fluttering like a fleeting shadow, and protected her tightly under his body.
My ears were filled with the sharp roars of animals and the crackling sounds of bones being crushed.
She looked up in fear and saw that his face was full of pain and he was trying hard to endure it, but he still comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Later, she was safe and sound, but his spine was broken by someone stepping on him. If it weren't for the magical treatment, he would have been paralyzed for the rest of his life.
Afterwards, she asked him, "My Lord, I used to tease you all the time. Why did you save me? Weren't you scared when you jumped down?"
Zhuo Hua Xianjun smiled faintly: "Because you are my student."
"I used to always oppose the Immortal Lord. Doesn't the Immortal Lord bear a grudge against me?"
"The wrong has already been punished. To hold a grudge is petty."
That day, the setting sun was like molten gold, casting a warm crimson hue on him. Small particles of light danced on his pure white sleeves.
The 12-year-old girl tilted her head upwards, and the tenderness in his eyes, the smile on the corners of his lips, and the sunset glow burning in the sky were all imprinted deep in her heart.
From now on, I will never forget it.
During the ten years in Yun Palace, the first three years were spent on collective teaching.
After three years, you can choose an immortal king to establish a master-disciple relationship and continue learning.
This is a two-way choice. The disciple chooses the master, and the master chooses the disciple. The status is set for life and cannot be changed.
The other immortals were all born into the eight great immortal sects, possessing extraordinary status. After contracting a master-disciple relationship, the interests of the major families were further linked. Naturally, there was no shortage of disciples.
Zhuo Hua was the only one who was born in the mortal world and had no family to rely on. No matter how strong he was, he was still not in the mainstream and no one was willing to choose him.
Zhuohua has been teaching diligently in Yun Palace for more than ten years, but he has not yet received a single disciple.
He knew full well that the gap in status was insurmountable. So that day he stood at the most remote position, just going through the motions, and had no intention of accepting a personal disciple.
Qingyue already had a master in mind, who was appointed by her father. He came from an aristocratic family and was very powerful.
But when she saw Zhuohua Xianjun standing alone in the corner, without a single disciple choosing him, she felt very sad.
He was such a strong and gentle person, but he was abandoned by everyone just because of his poor birth.
"Others can abandon him, but I can't!"
So she walked through the crowd and ran towards the man in white clothes who looked like a banished immortal.
"I want you to be my master, no matter what kind of test it is!"
He was a little surprised: "But hasn't your father already chosen a candidate for you..."
"I chose my master, not my father, so it has to be done according to my wishes!"
The 15-year-old girl's eyes were firm, but her tone was somewhat rogue: "I don't care, you must agree! I am the young master of Qingcang Sect. If you don't agree, then I will be too embarrassed! Zhuohua Immortal Lord, you can't just watch me being ridiculed, right?"
He gently stroked the top of her head and smiled faintly: "You must think carefully. Once you make a choice, you can't regret it."
"I won't regret it!" She shook her little finger, a glint of joy in her eyes. "Make a pinky promise. Liars are dogs!"
He lowered his eyes to see her serious expression, a smile spreading across his eyes, and raised his hand to gently hook those soft pink fingers.
The sunlight falling from the eaves just condenses on the fingertips, turning into a tenderness that will never fade in the long years.
Zhuohua Xianjun is a very good master. Not only does he teach her everything he has learned, he also often takes her to travel around.
Zhuo Hua Xianjun told her: "A cultivator cannot live in isolation. They must step out of their small world and explore the wider world to understand the true meaning of cultivation. Cultivating immortals is not just about cultivating the body, but more importantly, the heart."
During those years, they traveled through famous mountains and rivers, and also visited the wilderness and the demon valley.
Qingyue's favorite place is the human world, where there are bustling streets and weak but still hardworking mortals.
In the human world, she also saw numerous temples. The elders of the eight great immortal sects each had their own temples and devotees, worshipped by humans for generations, their incense burning endlessly.
When Qingyue first saw it, she asked Zhuohua in surprise, "Master, those elders and sect leaders in the world of immortal cultivation clearly haven't become immortals or gods, so why do their temples exist in the human world?"
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