Is this the boy Yun Xin mentioned?
Zhu Yuan swept away the boy's weed-like dry hair, the fresh scars on his face, and his bent and twisted fingers.
His eyes remained unchanged, his long eyelashes drooped, and he could tell at a glance that this boy had average talent.
If you practice diligently and work hard throughout your life, you can just reach the threshold of building a foundation, but you will not be able to go any further.
There are so many people suffering in the world. Zhu Yuanqing has seen people whose half bodies were bitten alive by wild beasts. There are also many monks whose bodies were rotten and their bones were taken out. Even he himself has suffered a lot of torture. When he saw this child, he was not very moved.
If you want to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, you must be prepared to die at any time.
There is not much humanity in this world.
The boy had already leaned half of his body out, his eyes fixed on Zhu Yuanqing, muttering "immortal".
Zhu Yuanqing looked away, a porcelain bottle flew out of his sleeve, and he was about to leave with a breeze under his feet.
He was practicing well when he was called here by the old Taoist Lingxiao. However, there was no one here, so he naturally wanted to cause trouble.
When the boy saw that the handsome immortal was about to leave, he grabbed the fallen porcelain vase with one hand, struggled to get up from the stairs, and fell on one knee with an extremely clear sound of bone cracking.
But he seemed to be completely unaware of it and banged his forehead on the ground: "I beg the immortal to accept me into the sect!"
The seats in front were empty, and the servants around him looked at him coldly. The boy knew that he had missed the time and could only ask for help from the extremely handsome immortal in front of him.
Zhu Yuanqing frowned slightly, looking at the bloodstains seeping out of his dark cloth, which had a familiar aura of spiritual energy on it.
Haha, it’s Wuxiang again, that idiot with high expectations but poor skills!
In the early years, the eldest son of the master of Wuxiang Peak was killed by himself. Now he has another son with good qualifications, so he entered this election.
The master of Wuxiang Peak is skilled in refining weapons, and Zhu Yuanqing could tell at a glance who had caused the injuries on the boy's body.
Using tools from the world of cultivation to mess with people in the secular world, the leader of Wuxiang Peak is no better than his eldest son this time.
Zhu Yuanqing's expression remained unchanged, and not a single bit of his aura leaked out, but the people kneeling on the ground instinctively sensed that the immortal was in a bad mood.
He shuddered inwardly, thinking of the immortal's pure jade-colored body. He felt that his own dirtiness was disturbing others, and he wanted to kowtow again.
"Immortal, I have polluted your eyes and deserve death..."
Before he could finish his words, the pure spiritual energy pulled his body to stand up, and even the pain in his body was relieved a lot.
Zhu Yuanqing was really unhappy at the moment. He frowned, but he also understood the man's panic. Seeing him look up, revealing his bitten lips dripping with blood, he shook his head slightly.
"Since you want to embark on the path of immortality, you must change your habit of kneeling to others from time to time. Except for your teacher, don't bend your knees casually."
The boy was startled. The pair of glassy blue pupils looked straight at him. There was not a trace of disgust or aversion in them, only tolerance like water.
He had never met such a gentle person, and even an immortal who was supposed to be high and mighty, but he even forgot to thank him for a moment.
Seeing that he was so dumbfounded, Zhu Yuanqing simply helped him clean off the dirt on his body, found a servant, and said, "Xiaoyao Peak is short of a servant. Bring him over later."
The servant bowed and stepped back to the boy's side, waiting for further instructions.
After saying that, Zhu Yuanqing turned to the boy and said, "There are a few pills in the bottle. They will be good for your injuries."
"There will be a small competition in the third month of initiation. All new disciples can participate. During the third month, menial servants can also attend classes at the outer sect. If they rank high in the small competition, they can become outer sect disciples."
Zhu Yuanqing had said so much at once, and he had done his best. He turned to leave and asked casually, "What's your name?"
The boy's eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at his receding figure: "Jing Yuan, my name is Jing Yuan."
After saying this, the immortal disappeared. Jing Yuan knelt down again and kowtowed sincerely.
The attendant beside him had also climbed up from the bottom. After he finished bowing his head, he said with envy: "You are so lucky, little boy. The master of Xiaoyao Peak never participates in the disciple-recruiting ceremony. You happened to meet him for the first time."
Jing Yuan stood up and carefully put the bottle into his arms. Hearing the awkwardness in the attendant's voice, he bowed and said, "I am no match for you, Senior Brother. The Immortal was kind-hearted and only accepted me as a servant. How can I compare to you, Senior Brother?"
The attendant raised his chin and said, "You are good at talking."
He blew a whistle and a white crane flew down from the sky.
After Jing Yuan climbed up, he offered a few more compliments before speaking, "Senior Brother, may I ask if that immortal just now is the Master of Xiaoyao Peak you mentioned?"
"Of course," the attendant said, "The Xiaoyao Peak Master is devoted to cultivation. At such a young age, he has reached the level of a Nascent Soul True Sovereign. His Daoist name is Shangqing. He is a genius in our Xuanyuan Sect."
He spoke with pride, not minding a few more words with the boy: "The Xiaoyao Peak Master is a master of swordsmanship, even the Wuxiang Peak Master doesn't dare to provoke him easily. By the way, since you know what's good for you, I'll give you some more advice."
Jing Yuan said respectfully, "Senior Brother Chen, please speak."
In a short time, he even found out the name of the servant.
"In the future, avoid Wuxiang Peak. Avoid the cultivators there if possible." Senior Brother Chen said, "The Wuxiang Peak Master had a son whose aptitude was even better than Cui Yi's current one. However, he was caught colluding with a demonic cultivator by Xiaoyao Peak Master and was beheaded with a single sword strike."
He lowered his voice and said, "It is said that the Wuxiang Peak Master wanted to cause trouble for the Xiaoyao Peak Master, but the Xiaoyao Peak Master gave him a lot of face. It was only after the Sect Master stepped in that the matter was settled."
Cui Yi is the second son of the master of Wuxiang Peak, and is now protected by his father as if he were his own life.
Jing Yuan was unable to open his eyes due to the strong wind and clutched the bottle tightly against his chest.
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Over there, Zhu Yuanqing played a few games of chess with Taoist Lingxiao. Two days later, he put away his full storage ring and finally stopped caring about what happened before.
Taoist Lingxiao was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him. When he saw the tea on the table, he became even angrier: "What? You don't like the tea I made?"
Zhu Yuanqing narrowed his eyes, stopped being angry, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and pure spiritual energy surged into his body.
This is certainly good tea. Zhu Yuanqing had a bitter face. Under the intense gaze of Taoist Lingxiao, he drank it in two gulps and sighed, "Sect Master, I really don't like drinking tea. This is a waste for me."
"Hmph." Taoist Lingxiao stroked his beard and said, "Go, go, go back to your Xiaoyao Peak. I've wronged you here!"
Zhu Yuanqing knew that he was not angry, so he left without hesitation. When he reached the door, he heard a loud roar from inside.
"Shangqing, you must choose a disciple for this sect competition no matter what!"
Zhu Yuanqing turned around and was about to refuse as usual when he met Taoist Lingxiao's weathered eyes.
He bent his fingertips and was about to find an excuse to get away with it, but he met the heavy gaze of the Divine Transformation cultivator.
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Zhu Yuanqing closed his eyes and forced a smile: "I understand."
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