After Yun Ao left in a hurry, Qing Yao did not look too panicked. She walked lightly to the door, gently opened it, and shouted to the outside: "Waiter, come in." Although her voice was not loud, it had an unquestionable majesty.
The waiter heard the call and hurried in, bowing and smiling: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Qingyao walked gracefully to the table, sat down slowly, and waved her jade hand gently, motioning the waiter to sit down as well.
The waiter was flattered and sat down nervously next to the chair, but he didn't dare look Qingyao in the eye.
"I have just entered the world of immortal cultivation and am still unclear about many things. Can you tell me, has there been any major events in this world of immortal cultivation recently? What is the situation between the sects?" Qingyao opened her red lips slightly, her eyes fell on the waiter, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.
The waiter scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Sir, the world of immortal cultivation has been quite turbulent lately. I heard that several major sects are clashing fiercely over the ownership of a mysterious relic. It's said that the relic contains ancient magical weapons and rare techniques, attracting the attention of all factions. Also, some mysterious figures have appeared in the martial arts world recently, acting strangely. Some say they are disciples of a hidden sect, while others say they are independent cultivators who have come here to rob the treasures. In short, everyone is in a state of panic."
Qingyao frowned slightly and nodded gently, secretly thinking about the connection between this news and her trip.
She then asked, "Among these major sects, which one is the strongest? Are there any outstanding disciples emerging?"
The waiter's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "If we talk about the strongest, they would undoubtedly be the Qingyun Sect and the Lingxiao Sect. The Qingyun Sect's swordsmen are renowned, their techniques are fierce and domineering; the Lingxiao Sect's water control techniques are also unique. There are many outstanding disciples in these two sects, such as Lin Yufeng, the chief disciple of the Qingyun Sect, who has reached the late Jindan stage at a young age and has achieved great attainments in the way of the sword. It is said that his swordsmanship can even transform qi into form, with astonishing power. Fairy Su Yao of the Lingxiao Sect is not only born with a fairy-like appearance, but also has a high talent for cultivation. She excels in water magic and has mastered the water control technique to perfection, making her highly respected within the sect."
As Qingyao listened to the news, she gradually had some ideas in her mind. She took out a silver ingot from her bosom, threw it to the waiter, and said, "Don't spread what I said today. This is a reward for you." The waiter took the silver, thanked him profusely, and retreated.
Qingyao stood up and walked to the window, looking at the sky outside with a meaningful smile on her lips.
Qingyao called Xiaoyi again, and this time Xiaoyi responded. Qingyao was surprised to see Xiaoyi and asked: "What's wrong with you?" At this time, Xiaoyi was actually a black lump.
The chubby figure of System Xiaoyi flashed in front of Qingyao. As soon as he appeared, he began to sob, tears welling up in his eyes, and bean-sized tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked so aggrieved, as if he had suffered all the suffering in the world.
"Grandfather, I'm so miserable!" Xiaoyi choked and said, "I finally sent Yun Ao to this small world, but who knew that as soon as he landed, he was targeted by the dragons of this world. They insisted that I stole their little prince and chased me indiscriminately. I fled all the way and was chased through several small worlds. Those dragons were so cruel! In order to get rid of them, I had no choice but to abandon most of the data and couldn't even maintain my transformation, so I turned back to the way I looked when I left the factory." Xiaoyi became more and more sad as he spoke, and his crying became louder and louder.
Qingyao looked at Xiaoyi's miserable state, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly. This little guy is really unlucky.
However, seeing it crying so miserably, Qingyao was rarely moved with compassion and coaxed it softly: "Okay, stop crying, isn't it okay now?" As she spoke, she raised her hand, and her fingertips moved slightly. A trace of soft power of martial arts slowly overflowed and gently wrapped around Xiaoyi.
The power of the technique seemed to have life and quickly merged into Xiaoyi's body.
There was a flash of light, and Xiaoyi's originally thin body began to swell, his white fur became fluffy and soft again, his ears stood up, and his eyes became big and round, turning into that cute cat again.
The little one burst into laughter and happily circled around Qingyao, making happy "meow" sounds and rubbing Qingyao's legs affectionately.
Qingyao smiled slightly, bent down, held Xiaoyi in her arms, and gently stroked its head and back.
Xiaoyi squinted his eyes comfortably, purring with satisfaction in his throat. From time to time, he would stretch out his head and rub it on Qingyao's hand, enjoying this warm moment to the fullest.
Qingyao leaned lazily on the carved bench in the inn, tapping the armrest with her fingers from time to time, her eyes slowly falling on Xiaoyi who was trying hard to make his presence less noticeable.
"Xiaoyi, tell me, what kind of identity have been assigned to me this time?" Qingyao opened her red lips slightly, and no emotion could be heard in her voice.
Xiaoyi shuddered all over, like a frightened little rabbit, and moved cautiously to Qingyao, rubbing his two little paws nervously. He didn't dare to look directly at Qingyao, and stammered, "Ancestor, I'm... I'm sorry. I had already started screening, but who knew that as soon as I put Yun Ao in, he was targeted by the dragon clan, and then... he was chased all the way, and all the data and prepared identity background were messed up. So... so in this small world, your current identity is just an orphan, a wandering immortal without any sect or school." After speaking, Xiaoyi secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Qingyao's face. He didn't dare to breathe, and was very nervous, for fear that Qingyao would be furious.
Qingyao was slightly startled, then she smiled softly, reached out and gently touched Xiaoyi's head, and said softly: "It's okay, it's quiet and comfortable this way, and it's convenient for you to do things."
Xiaoyi blinked, seemingly unable to believe his ears. After confirming that Qingyao was not angry, he immediately jumped happily beside Qingyao, meowing and assuring: "Don't worry, ancestor, I will go collect more information and complete a perfect identity background for you as soon as possible!"
Qingyao smiled and nodded, gazing out the window into the distance. She pondered inwardly how, with this seemingly simple identity of an "orphan immortal," she could take her first steps in this small world...
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