Although she had previously planned to join a sect to cultivate immortality, Zhaoxian Academy actually holds a Green Seedling Conference every three years, where various sects send people to select disciples, which is also a good opportunity for A-Jiang.
But now, the Taoist temple may have to close permanently.
Linglong is ready to set off for Wanying Sect soon. Although she invited her to go with her, Wanying Sect is mainly for sword cultivators, and her physique is not suitable for the path of sword cultivators, so she does not plan to go. So she needs to think about her own path.
"What's wrong? You look worried."
"It's nothing. Furong came to my place and said she wanted to invite some fellow disciples over. I don't have any friends, so I'm a little melancholy."
"It's good to have more friends. But you also need to get to know your relatives as soon as possible. You sisters haven't had much contact since you were little, so take advantage of being at home to visit each other more often so you can rely on each other in the future."
The old lady had a kind and approachable demeanor, just like a loving grandmother.
"Jiang'er knows that Grandmother is doing this for my own good, but Fourth Sister... sigh, the gap between us is too big."
"Didn't Jiang'er want to continue her cultivation before? Has she changed her mind now?"
Thanks to A-Jiang's efforts, the old lady's title was finally changed.
"My father and mother seem to have other plans. Jiang'er is of low status and has no power, so she dares not disobey her parents."
Ah Jiang said hesitantly.
"You little fox, why are you pretending to be a dutiful son and grandson in front of me? Your father and mother are probably about to be driven to their deaths by you."
The old lady poked her forehead.
"Grandma, please don't make up these stories about me. I'm being good."
Ah Jiang deliberately acted coquettishly.
"Haha, you little rascal."
The old lady was initially just curious and appreciative of her, but after spending some time with her, she felt that the child had clear eyes and a good mind, and began to genuinely care for her.
“Your fourth sister is also a cultivator, and she belongs to the Yaoguang Sect, one of the four sects. If you don’t want to get close to her, then don’t offend her.”
These words could only be spoken with genuine concern for Ah-Jiang. Ah-Jiang had lived with the audience since childhood and had never interacted with family like this before, so she was deeply moved.
However, Ajahn shook his head: "We are different people. Even if we have some interaction, we won't have any friendship."
Given Bai Furong's background, it's impossible for A Jiang to be completely without resentment, and they could never become sisters who can talk about anything.
The old lady chuckled. This little girl was only ten years old, but she spoke like a little adult.
“Grandmother, let me be frank with you, no matter what the master and madam are plotting, I will never listen to them. My devotion to the Dao is much stronger than they imagine.”
Ah Jiang's words came from the bottom of his heart.
The old lady saw the bright light in her eyes, closed her eyes, and turned the beaded string in her hand. After a long while, she opened her eyes.
"I understand, you can go back now."
Ah Jiang readily took his leave, his face bearing a pure smile, without a trace of ulterior motive.
The old lady fell into thought again. As the last bloodline of the Bai family, perhaps she really was different.
She twirled the beads in her hand, recalling the legend of Bai Ze.
The mythical beast Bai Ze is recorded extensively in ancient texts. The books say that Bai Ze knows all the demons in the world, presented the Ten Thousand Demons Manual to the Human Emperor, and assisted the Human Emperor.
This action directly led to the defeat of the demon race in the war between humans and demons, and all the major demon races hated Bai Ze.
However, it is the destiny of Heaven that humans rule the earth, and Bai Ze follows the will of Heaven to achieve his own Great Dao and enter the ranks of divine beasts.
With his strength, other races dared not provoke him, but Bai Ze's descendants were almost completely slaughtered.
The descendants of Bai Ze, gathering the resentment of various tribes, suffer calamities at every turn, hardship year after year, and die young.
The Bai family, a branch of humanity, has continued for ten thousand years, but now only one surviving member remains.
No one knows when these flickering lights will go out.
The next few days were relatively peaceful. They dealt with whatever came their way, and even the master and mistress didn't gain any advantage.
As the New Year approaches, family visits increase. There are no more relatives on Ajiang's mother's side, but it's very lively on her stepmother Zhang's side.
"Third Miss, Madam requests your presence at the Xiyue Hall."
Ah Jiang was curious. This lady hadn't bothered her for a while. What kind of show was she planning to put on today?
Following the little girl to the living room, they found two men and a woman sitting there.
A-Jiang stood at the door without going in, then turned to the little maid and asked, "Where is Madam?"
The young maid said in a low voice, "There are too many guests at home today, and we can't entertain them all, so Madam would like to ask Miss to host them."
Ah Jiang smiled; the excuse she came up with was quite plausible, but she didn't believe a word of it.
As she entered the living room, the guests stood up and looked at her.
Ajahn was first captivated by a handsome man.
The man was somewhere between a young man and a teenager. He wore a warm yellow layered satin robe, covered with a gauze overcoat of the same color. His long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, black and smooth. He had a gentle and reserved demeanor, exuding an undeniable charm.
A faint smile played on his lips, and his captivating eyes shimmered with light. Every smile seemed to soften the air around him.
Even if he just stares at you without saying a word, you'll feel that he has endless affection for you.
Such an outfit does not make him look feminine at all; on the contrary, it makes him seem so fresh and refined, as if he does not belong to this world, but is a handsome man who has stepped out of a painting.
"Hey, wake up!" The little girl next to Ah Jiang tugged at him.
Ah Jiang blushed, staring at the person in a daze. This was a bit embarrassing!
"Who are you?"
The little girl then asked, she was about twelve or thirteen years old and looked cute and charming.
“I am Bai Chongjiang,” A Jiang said.
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