Yu Shuang found a spacious cave behind Ziyun Temple as her place for quiet meditation.
Ask the abbot to find two female cultivators to serve her, and she might be able to teach them immortal techniques.
Only the abbess and the female nuns who serve her are allowed to enter this place.
After the group of Abbot Ziyun left, Yu Shuang bathed and changed clothes in a mountain spring, and then began to set up a spirit-gathering formation.
Although the spiritual energy is still pitifully thin.
But something is better than nothing.
It can be predicted that her maximum potential for cultivation in this world is not very high, and she has no hope of achieving immortality.
I'll live as long as I can.
With everything prepared, he sat cross-legged in the center of the formation and began his cultivation.
At this time, the female cultivators of Ziyun Temple were vying fiercely to become the immortals' attendants.
Those are real immortals, much more attractive than serving a few statues or portraits.
Didn't you hear the immortal say that she would teach immortal techniques?
With immortal magic at your side, why worry about not being able to survive in this world?
"Master, please let me go? I'm usually the most alert of all..."
"Master, please let me go. I was once a maidservant from a wealthy and noble family..."
"..."
The abbot of Ziyun Temple glanced calmly in the direction of a certain courtyard, already having someone in mind.
She told the nuns to calm down and then shared her thoughts.
They wanted the woman from the Wutong Courtyard and her maid to go.
Everyone fell silent, many harboring resentment.
Some of the female cultivators couldn't help but come out to refute it.
“The abbot is biased. When we were in trouble just now, did that person come out to share our hardships? How come when there are benefits, it's always that person who gets them?”
"Leaving aside other matters, that person has an ugly face; we mustn't offend the immortal!"
Seeing that the abbot's expression was not good, the female cultivators knew better than to continue. The abbot was determined to make this decision, and it was beyond their control.
But some people still wouldn't give up and wanted another spot.
"It's fine if that person goes, but why send his maid? Is he going to serve an immortal, and he wants someone else to serve him?"
These words resonated with the other female cultivators.
The abbot of Ziyun Temple swept his whisk, overruling all objections, and insisted on choosing the two from Wutong Courtyard.
Wutong Courtyard is the most remote and secluded courtyard in Ziyun Temple.
Very few people, whether they are pilgrims or female practitioners, come here.
Even the abbot of Ziyun Temple only comes here occasionally to have a cup of tea and chat with the female cultivators.
After many days, the abbot of Ziyun Temple came to this place again to explain the reason.
The young female cultivator, dressed in a blue robe, possessed an ethereal air, though a long scar on her face did detract from her beauty.
She looked somewhat taken aback. Are there really immortals in this world?
I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen her with my own eyes.
She accepted the task of serving the immortal.
A faint light appeared in those eyes that were originally calm, still, and serene.
If one could truly learn the immortal techniques, wouldn't that mean having the chance to avenge a great grudge?
After the abbess left, her personal maid, who had grown up with her since childhood, returned from outside. She didn't look well, probably because she had another unpleasant argument with the female cultivators outside.
But then the maidservant told them about the big event that had just happened at Ziyun Temple.
"Wutong Courtyard is so remote, so far from the main courtyard. No one notified us when something happened; we knew nothing, and now they blame us for not standing by them in their time of need! What kind of logic is that?"
After the maid finished complaining, a golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes.
"Master, they say we are going to serve immortals. Are there really immortals in this world?"
The female cultivator shook her head and said truthfully, "I don't know."
Perhaps we'll find out tomorrow. She touched the scar on her face, a look of worry in her eyes.
It's a scar that everyone hates; hopefully, the immortal won't be angered by it.
...
Yu Shuang sat in the Spirit Gathering Array for a whole night, and her cultivation was slow, naturally not as fast as in her original world.
Fortunately, she was an experienced person with the spiritual foundation of the Nascent Soul stage. After a night of cultivation, it was no problem for her to spread her spiritual sense throughout the entire Purple Cloud Mountain.
Noticing two figures approaching her territory, she guessed that these two were the female cultivators that the Abbot of Ziyun Temple had found for her.
Not long after, the two female cultivators arrived at the cave entrance. Instead of rushing in, they reported from outside the cave.
"Disciple Tingxue greets the Immortal."
"Disciple Shixin pays respects to the Immortal."
Yu Shuang remained seated cross-legged within the spirit-gathering array, her voice carrying far and wide, "Come in."
The two female cultivators exchanged a glance and went inside one after the other.
When I saw that ethereal, beautiful, and dreamlike figure in a Taoist robe within the Spirit Gathering Array.
The two female cultivators looked astonished. How could mortals achieve such supernatural powers?
They mostly believed that he was an immortal, and even if he wasn't, they were willing to serve him as such.
In her previous life, Yu Shuang had seen many high-tech special effects, which deeply impressed her and she remembered them.
Even she, a cultivator, was intimidated, let alone the superstitious mortals of the feudal world.
She has no problem using illusions to create this kind of intimidating effect.
Visual impact is often more effective.
Only then did she take a proper look at the two veiled female cultivators.
The veil was sheer, yet one could still make out the general outline of the face.
They quickly determined the general situation of the two: they seemed to be equals, but they were master and servant, and the female cultivator named Tingxue had a very important background.
She saw through it but didn't say anything. Since the two of them caught her eye, she figured she might as well take them under her wing.
He summoned them to his side and examined each of them to see if they had the potential for cultivation.
Unfortunately, none of them have spiritual roots.
The two looked regretful upon learning that they were unable to cultivate.
But then the immortal asked a question.
"Are you wearing a veil because of the scars on your face?"
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