Just as Wen Zhaobai couldn't help but impolitely place his hand on Luo Jiu's head, a warm sensation suddenly came from his chest, instantly drawing his attention.
Wen Zhaobai took out something from his chest; it was a piece of jade that emitted a faint, warm light.
Luo Jiu watched as Wen Zhaobai's expression shifted from shock to delight. He looked like a big kid who had won an award, a far cry from his usual ethereal and elegant demeanor.
He held the warm jade in his hand, as if confirming something. The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
"Miss Luo, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. I look forward to seeing you again."
Before Luo Jiu could answer, it turned into a white light and disappeared from Luo Jiu's sight in the blink of an eye.
Luo Jiu was left standing there, lost in deep thought.
Has my personal charm declined?
Luo Jiu walked to the pond, her pure yet alluring face reflected in the water.
No problem...
Wen Zhaobai, that clueless fool!
Suddenly, an idea sprouted up like bamboo shoots in the spring.
-System, are you sure? We won't be a third party; that doesn't conform to the core socialist values.
【Sure. 】
Look at Wen Zhaobai's expression, he's clearly going to see his girlfriend.
[Master, the system hasn't detected any errors. The task should continue.]
Luo Jiu: "..."
Meanwhile, Wen Zhaobai flew swiftly on his sword to the Xiuyun Immortal Sect.
He clutched the warm jade tightly in his hand, the warmth of his palm instantly spreading throughout his body, making his already slightly nervous heart pound even harder.
"Senior Brother."
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
He encountered many junior brothers and sisters along the way, but he only nodded perfunctorily, once again violating his upbringing.
A moment later, all that could be seen was white. This was the highest peak of the Xiuyun Immortal Sect, covered in snow all year round. Looking out, it seemed as if only the color "white" remained in the world.
Before me stood a small palace, with the three characters "Qingyun Palace" carved on the plaque. The characters were elegant yet powerful.
Wen Zhaobai placed his hand on the palace gate, wanting to push it open, yet he hesitated. It was as if he was expecting something, or perhaps afraid of something.
"Since you're here, why not come in?"
A deep voice, with a hint of magnetism, came from inside the hall; it was inexplicably pleasant to listen to.
Wen Zhaobai took a deep breath, his beating heart finally calming down, and stepped inside.
The main hall was empty, with only a few tables piled high with books and documents.
A man dressed in a black robe sat diagonally under the table, his long, black hair cascading down.
He sat in the shadows, making it impossible to see his face.
"Disciple Wen Zhaobai greets Master."
Wen Zhaobai clasped his hands together and bowed to the man with utmost respect.
The man nodded slightly, resting his chin on one hand, his eyes fixed on the people below. Something was hidden in his deep eyes, making it impossible to see clearly.
"When did Master return?"
Wen Zhaobai took out a spark from his storage bag and lit the candles in the room.
Although Master possesses profound magical powers, he never cares about such trivial matters. He would never go to unnecessary trouble if he could make do with something.
In an instant, the dim yellow candlelight illuminated the entire hall.
The legendary, wise, powerful, and all-powerful hero, Immortal Venerable Yanze, was reclining in the armchair.
His robes were loose, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were unfocused, and his lips always seemed to be smiling in a half-smile; he looked like a villain.
He was handsome, especially his slightly narrow fox-like eyes, which made people want to fall into them at first glance.
Storytellers always portray him as an ethereal, yet extremely restrained hero. But Yan Ze, the great hero in many people's eyes, is actually an unusually lazy idol.
Yan Ze picked up his brush and casually wrote a few words on the document in front of him. Hearing Wen Zhaobai's concern, he didn't look up, but simply replied with a sound.
"This morning."
"Master has been traveling for more than ten years now. I wonder if your old ailments have flared up again?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Ze frowned.
More than ten years? I still have no memory of it. I don't even know when I got the wound on my abdomen.
He hated this feeling of being out of control.
"Master, Master?"
Yan Ze was then brought back to his senses. When he saw Wen Zhaobai looking at him with a nervous and uneasy gaze, he couldn't help but sigh.
He's still just a child.
I picked him up from the mountain gate back then, it was an unintentional act, I never expected that he would still like to stick to me even after he's grown up.
This child's mind is ultimately too pure; if he doesn't undergo more trials and tribulations, he will eventually cause a great disaster.
"Yes, I am fine."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaobai's face gradually lit up with a smile, and he began to tell Yan Ze about the various events, big and small, that had occurred in the sect during his absence.
Knowing that his master had a habit of taking a midday nap, he withdrew when he saw that it was almost time.
As soon as you descend Qingyun Peak, you'll see that the usually empty passageway is now much more crowded.
"Senior Brother, has Immortal Venerable Yan Ze returned?"
The one who asked the question was a junior cultivator, wearing the outer robe of the Xiuyun Sect, but the embroidery on the robe was lighter than that on Wen Zhao's white robe. He was an inner disciple.
This morning, during my practice, I saw a strong surge of spiritual energy coming from the mountain, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Within the Immortal Cultivation Sect, the only one capable of causing such a stir is undoubtedly the revered Immortal Venerable Yan Ze.
Immortal Venerable Yan Ze prefers tranquility and lives on the frigid Qingyun Peak year-round. Even within the Xiuyun Immortal Sect, very few people have ever seen him, but this does not diminish the admiration people have for him.
"yes."
Wen Zhaobai nodded, and instantly, a commotion arose in the crowd.
"In previous years, Fengxian Island took advantage of our Immortal Venerable's absence to sabotage us at every turn. At this cultivation conference, we must show them what we're made of and see who is truly the number one sect in the cultivation world."
"Yes, that's right. Senior Brother Jiang is right. We also have Immortal Venerables around us, how can we let others bully us?"
Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Wen Zhaobai's face.
From the time he became conscious, Xiuyun Immortal Sect was his home. Most of his senior and junior brothers and sisters grew up together and were inseparable.
Seeing how motivated they all are, a faint sense of satisfaction welled up inside me. My little ones have finally grown up.
He put his arms behind his back and coughed lightly.
"cough."
"Since you all want to perform well at the Immortal Cultivation Conference, why aren't you cultivating? What will you use to bring glory to your master?"
"yes!"
Excited and energetic voices rang out from the crowd, each person seemingly possessing boundless power.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the mountain road returned to tranquility once again.
"By the way, senior brother. Junior Sister Xueqing has been waiting for you for days, aren't you going to go see her?"
Seeing the slightly teasing look in his junior brother's eyes, Wen Zhaobai sighed and walked away in his gaze.
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