Chapter 424
The room that Wuyan mentioned actually belonged to Wuyan's palace.
That room was closest to Wu Yan's palace. For cultivators, they would never allow someone who wasn't their closest and most trusted to live so close to them.
Rong Rong was unaware of these things and simply obediently went over.
Seeing all this, Jin Ling gritted her teeth inwardly.
Master clearly prefers quiet and sent her and Qinglin to live in a faraway place, but now he has Rongrong living next to him.
As expected, the charming female lead is exceptionally attractive, which is why her master dotes on her so much.
Rong Rong was engrossed in studying her newly acquired magical artifacts and cultivation techniques in her small room.
The room had been cleaned and tidied up, and everything was provided, so Rong Rong didn't have to worry about anything.
Rong Rong has about a dozen magical artifacts of various sizes, including defensive, offensive, and mobile vehicles, as well as a beautiful storage ring.
This is much nicer and bigger than the storage bags issued by the sect.
Rong Rong immediately transferred everything to her storage ring and then put the storage ring on her hand.
At first glance, it looks like a flower growing between slender fingers.
Rong Rong admired it carefully, unaware that this single ring was a treasure that other cultivators might not be able to obtain even after thousands of years.
That night, the lights of the entire Wanxian Sect never went out, as if everyone was extremely excited and unwilling to rest.
Rumors about Rong Rong spread throughout the entire sect in an instant.
Prior to this, everyone in the Wanxian Sect knew that the female lead would come to the sect today, and that in the future, Ancestor Wuyan, Senior Brother Qinglin, and Senior Brother Chenhe would love her to death, only to meet a tragic end.
Everyone thought that the female protagonist wouldn't have a good ending today; she would either die or be driven away.
Who would have thought that not only was the other party alright, but he was actually taken in as a disciple by the Mist Flame Ancestor.
People found it unbelievable and were extremely curious about the matter. After learning the cause and effect and seeing the video of the apprenticeship ceremony recorded by someone, they all went crazy.
It turns out that the female lead is a beauty that people can only dream of, no wonder the Fog Flame Ancestor and the others have become love-struck.
In addition, the photo stone with Rong Rong's image on it has become a hot commodity.
The image captured in a phonograph can be copied onto other phonographs.
Countless people held rare treasures in their hands, wanting the owner of the memory stone to make a copy of it for them.
In the end, this person made a fortune, and almost everyone in the Wanxian Sect had a recording stone containing Rong Rong's image.
In the stillness of the night, Taiwei carefully stroked the recording stone in his hand, his solemn and cautious manner making it seem as if he were holding some rare and precious treasure.
In reality, it's pretty much the same.
The image-recording stone was confiscated by Taiwei from his eldest disciple.
At that time, he reprimanded his eldest disciple, scolding him for neglecting his duties and having an unstable Dao heart, and then confiscated his recording stone as a matter of course.
hey-hey.
Taiwei chuckled to himself, realizing that it wouldn't be appropriate for someone of his status to buy this memory stone, and it wouldn't have a good impact.
He can't buy it, but he can steal it; he's really clever!
Taiwei looked at the recording stone again and again, and then suddenly thought of something.
He stood up sternly and summoned his eldest disciple, "Give the order that no one in my Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is allowed to show Rong Rong's image to anyone outside the sect. Anyone who violates this rule will have their spiritual roots destroyed and be expelled from the sect immediately!"
"Also, you are not allowed to speak carelessly about Jin Ling's inner thoughts or Rong Rong's ability to plunder fortune. This matter is entrusted to you for supervision!"
"Yes! Your disciple obeys!"
Taiwei didn't want outsiders to get involved in Rong Rong's affairs. Since Rong Rong had already joined the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, she was one of their own.
Everything was a matter within their own sect and had nothing to do with others.
If other sects were to learn that Rong Rong was plundering destiny, they would inevitably attack them and want to deal with Rong Rong. He would never allow such a thing to happen.
Taiwei's eldest disciple had also thought of these things, so he was particularly attentive when handling this matter.
In almost one night, all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect understood the implications and learned about the two new sect rules.
Since it was related to Rong Rong's safety and their personal interests, all the disciples immediately decided to abide by the sect rules.
Moreover, unlike the other rules, these two rules were ones they willingly obeyed, yet were also very afraid of violating.
Because they were very afraid that Rong Rong would be affected, and that other sects would try to harm Rong Rong and take her away from them.
They firmly believe that Rong Rong is not a jinx, and they don't want others to misunderstand her.
On the second day after arriving at Xuanxiao Peak, Rong Rong officially met Qing Lin and Jin Ling.
Rong Rong had to admire the acting skills of the two, especially Qing Lin, who knew that she would be harmed by her in the future, yet she could still pretend to be nonchalant when facing her.
Rong Rong quickly began cultivating under the guidance of Master Wu Yan. Qing Lin was somewhat resentful when he discovered that it was his master personally instructing Rong Rong.
But he dared not disobey his master.
Qinglin, who was supposed to go find his second junior brother, didn't, because he suddenly didn't want him to come back.
After realizing his own thoughts, Qinglin even felt ashamed, ashamed that he had become like the Qinglin in the book, and had also learned to be jealous and competitive for the sake of his junior sister.
Outside Xuanxiao Peak, countless disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect were desperate to get close to Rong Rong, but unfortunately, the entire mountain was protected by a barrier set up by Ancestor Wuyan, and no one could enter without his permission.
That day, Rong Rong finished her teaching for the day and came out of her master's room.
In the courtyard, Qinglin and Jinling sat at the stone table and called Rongrong over.
Before Rong Rong could even sit down, Qing Lin took out a sword. The sword was entirely silver-white, with a sharp edge, and the blade seemed to faintly exude a chilling aura.
"This is the sword I prepared for you. Only disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect who reach the Golden Core stage can go to the Sword Tomb to find their own natal sword. Until then, you can use this one."
Jin Ling sneered silently.
The sword in Qinglin's hand was clearly extraordinary. Rongrong didn't know this, but she did. This was Qinglin's first sword, and the one he had been using before obtaining his natal sword.
This sword was obtained by Qinglin by chance from a spiritual treasure, which he exchanged with the Peak Master of Tongding Peak. It was then personally crafted by the Peak Master of Tongding Peak.
It is a superior-grade ritual implement and holds special significance for Qinglin.
Jin Ling once wanted this sword, but Qing Lin refused to give it to her. Now, however, she gave it to Rong Rong so easily, as if it were nothing of value.
"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Rong Rong took the sword directly, glanced at it casually, and then put it into her storage ring.
Jin Ling smiled silently, clearly indicating that Rong Rong also thought it was an ordinary, unimportant sword.
Qinglin unconsciously tightened her fingers, and Jinling almost burst out laughing. She wanted to say "serves him right," but she held it back because of her mind-reading ability.
Jin Ling didn't understand that even if Rong Rong knew how important this sword was to Qing Lin, she still wouldn't take it seriously.
She received so many good things; her master, Sword Mist Flame, gave her two swords, one of which was a top-grade sword, much better than Qinglin's superior-grade sword.
Rong Rong had seen many good things, so she wasn't particularly surprised by this sword.
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