Chapter 28 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 5
Seeing that his sword missed, a hint of cruelty flashed in the gray-robed monk's eyes.
He turned around quickly, and another spirit sword immediately appeared in his hand. He looked fiercely at the girl lying on the ground, and the spirit sword in his hand was flying, and he was about to kill his target with one sword.
But when his sight fell on the girl lying on the ground, gasping for breath, the gray-robed monk's eyes froze for a moment, his eyes widened with anger, and the magic sword in his hand did not fall for a long time.
He froze his body, holding the sword in his hand, looking at the woman in front of him with a dull look, and didn't react for a moment.
who is she?
This question couldn't help but arise in the gray-robed monk's mind!
Is she the young master of Penglai Pavilion whom he wants to get rid of?
She actually looks like this... like this?
Two questions also came to my mind one after another.
The gray-robed monk's rusty brain finally came to his senses, but the dull look on his face remained, his eyes fixed on the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him.
The girl in front of him was no longer the pretty girl she had just been. With the shattering of the illusion mirror and the disappearance of its transformative power, she had completely returned to her true appearance.
She was still wearing white clothes, but the clean clothes were already disheveled after the struggle to escape, and even her black hair, which was pinned up with a hairpin, was a little messy.
She had a pair of autumn-like pupils with slightly red eye sockets. She looked up in fear at the gray-robed monk who wanted to kill her with tearful eyes. There was even a trace of crystal tears at the end of her eyes which were stained with red.
The misty watery eyes, the red lips and the delicate nose, as well as the fair and delicate skin illuminated by the sunlight, revealing a hint of enchanting fragrance, and the tear at the end of the eye, all of this touched the heart of the gray-robed monk in front of him, and also touched the hearts of thousands of people outside the trial field.
The entire square fell into a dead silence when everyone saw the fairy-like face of the girl in the Qingyao Mirror.
Each of them had the same dull expression as the gray-robed monk, their eyes almost wide open, staring at the enchanting girl in the Qingyao mirror in shock and heat.
"Is this a fairy?"
An obsessed murmur broke the silence in the square.
The people in the square were awakened instantly, and for a moment, everyone in the square began to get agitated. Obviously, even though they were shocked by the girl's appearance, they also realized that the beauty was in danger.
For a moment, everyone in the square turned their attention back to the platform. They hoped that this trial would stop. Such a stunningly beautiful girl shouldn't have perished in such a trivial trial.
Meanwhile, on the platform, the atmosphere was also plunged into silence.
They are all knowledgeable and experienced people, so naturally they have seen many beauties.
But... the people on the high platform stared in amazement at the tearful beauty in the Qingyao mirror... But, no one could compare to the slightly embarrassed girl in the mirror at this moment.
It turned out that the girl who was rumored to have concealed her true face with a phantom mirror actually had a face that was enough to amaze everyone in the world of cultivation.
Seeing the gorgeous girl falling to the ground with her eyes red with fear and tears in the corners of her eyes, many powerful people on the platform who had always been hard-hearted felt a little bit of pity.
They secretly glanced at the Immortal Rong Yin who was sitting at the head of the table, his handsome face still stern and emotionless.
Rong Yin was still sitting upright in his high seat, his cold eyes gazing at the tearful girl in the Qingyao Mirror in the air above the square, a hint of unknown emotion flashing in his eyes.
Behind him were his four disciples, who were also staring at the girl in the Qingyao Mirror.
Yun Yao, who was also a female cultivator, quickly came to her senses. She remained calm, but her hand could not help but tightly grasp the sword in her hand. She glanced at the expression of her master in front of her without leaving a trace.
Seeing that her otherworldly master was staring at the girl in the Qingyao Mirror without blinking, just like everyone else, she lowered her eyes slightly, and her hands, which were hanging at her sides, were clenched until they turned white.
The other three continued to indulge in the extreme beauty of the girl in the mirror.
Cen Hao looked at the incredibly beautiful girl in the mirror in disbelief. They grew up together in Penglai Pavilion, and he actually always knew that the girl's appearance was created by the illusion mirror.
However, he never imagined that the true face hidden under the false illusion was so beautiful.
He was reluctant to look away, but he also knew that the girl was facing danger.
He turned his gaze to his master again, and the thought of begging his master to suspend the trial came to his mind again.
But before he could open his mouth, some respected and powerful people on the platform had already begun to speak.
"If you ask me, it's a good thing for a little girl to go out and explore the world, but don't be too strict..."
"That's right. The previous Pavilion Master Yin passed away not long ago. It's normal for the little girl to be overly sad and a little willful..."
"Rongyin Immortal Venerable, why don't you suspend this trial for now? The purpose of the trial is to select talents for the major sects. The selection is based on talent, strength, and character. If such a ruthless person is allowed to win, it would defeat the original purpose of the trial..."
The suggestion of the white-browed old man was instantly echoed by everyone. The people on the high platform looked at the Immortal Rongyin who was sitting in the first seat with burning eyes, hoping that he could order the suspension of the written test.
After recovering from the beauty, Yan Ning continued to sip his tea leisurely, but his eyes remained fixed on the girl in the Qingyao Mirror for a long time. He listened to a group of sage-like monks on the stage passionately pleading for the beauty in the Qingyao Mirror, a hint of irony playing on his lips.
Tsk, a soft sigh escaped his lips, and a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes as he looked at the tearful girl in the mirror.
This stunning girl who has lost her father's protection is likely to fall into the arms of someone else and become someone else's pawn.
His slender white fingers turned the teacup slightly and he turned his eyes away. He raised his eyelids lazily and slowly fixed his gaze on the Immortal Rong Yin who was sitting on the first seat. He did not seem to have any emotion changes and was still calm and composed.
Was his friend really unmoved? He looked at Rong Yin who was sitting in the first seat, with a hint of inquiry in his usually lazy eyes.
However, Rong Yin, who was the focus of everyone's attention, remained silent, as if she was unaware of the request of the people on the high platform.
His eyes were still focused on the scene in the Qingyao Mirror, and his gaze with obvious coldness swept across the girl's delicate face inch by inch. He suddenly felt that the girl's bright eyes with tears in them actually made his usually cold heart feel a little itchy.
The unprecedented strange feeling made him alert for a moment, and he subconsciously practiced his skills to resist this strange feeling.
But no matter how he practiced his skills, the inexplicable itch in his heart was still there, as if ripples were appearing in his usually calm heart.
His calm eyes were inexplicably filled with a few traces of barely perceptible irritation, and this rare irritation made him ignore the requests of everyone in the hall, and he continued to watch the girl in the mirror fall into the danger with an expressionless face.
When everyone saw that Rong Yin was still cold and indifferent and ignored their requests, they all realized the iron-heartedness of Rong Yin.
Seeing that there was no movement on the stage, the monks below the platform became a little agitated for a moment, and some monks with bad tempers even couldn't help cursing.
They stared at the beauty in the mirror, fearing that the beauty would die if they were not paying attention.
As Rong Yin's long-time friend, Yan Ning naturally noticed the hint of irritation that his friend had concealed well. He was a little surprised, but he didn't care about that anymore.
He secretly activated his magical instrument, intending to save the girl before the gray-robed monk could make a move. Rong Yin was about to let go, but he didn't want the girl to get hurt.
The people inside the Qingyao Mirror have no idea what is going on in their minds outside the Mirror.
The gray-robed monk was still staring at the girl on the ground in a daze, not yet fully recovered from his shock.
Although she didn't know why the gray-robed monk, who had murderous intent just now, suddenly stopped, the girl knew that this was a great opportunity to escape and immediately got up from the ground, took out an attack talisman from the space and threw it directly. After throwing it, she immediately turned around and ran into the woods.
The gray-robed monk was caught off guard by the sudden talisman, and in a moment of carelessness, he let the girl run away.
But after all, she is a cultivator in the Jindan stage. Even if she is careless, her strength is far beyond that of a girl in the Qi training stage.
The girl, who had not yet established her foundation, could not fly with a sword and could only rely on her legs to escape. Naturally, she could not match the speed of the Jindan stage cultivator who was flying with a sword. Soon, the girl was caught up by the gray-robed cultivator again.
After the gray-robed monk caught up with the girl, he did not attack her immediately. He still stood in front of the girl and looked at her with a look that made the girl extremely uncomfortable.
His eyes were filled with burning obsession, and his tone was sticky: "Why are you running? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." As he spoke, he tried to get closer to the girl.
He was completely blinded by the beauty and completely forgot his promise to his employer and the punishment he would have to bear if he failed to complete the task. His mind and eyes were completely occupied by the gorgeous figure of the girl in front of him.
He had discovered such a stunning fairy, so she was destined to be his...
The girl's pale face was full of panic. She looked at the person standing in front of her in fear. Her steps involuntarily retreated slightly, and a few drops of sweat slid down her fair forehead.
Although the girl who had been spoiled since childhood had a domineering personality, she was very simple in many aspects. She looked terrified. She didn't understand why the man in front of her had such an expression, but she knew that she might not be able to escape anymore.
But she was still unwilling to give up. She mustered up her courage, choked with sobs and bluffed, "I am the Young Master of Penglai Pavilion. If you dare to touch me, Penglai Pavilion will not let you go." Her tone was filled with unconcealable emotions and panic.
The gray-robed monk, who was bewildered, didn't pay any attention to what the girl said. The girl in front of him was very close. He moved closer and sniffed the faint fragrance on the girl's neck, his face full of intoxication.
The girl couldn't bear it anymore and pushed away the gray-robed monk who was approaching her, and couldn't help but step back.
Her action seemed to anger him. The gray-robed monk waved his hand and a talisman flew out, freezing the girl's slightly trembling body.
The struggling girl finally calmed down. The gray-robed monk's turbid eyes filled with desire scanned the girl's face again and again, and finally fixed his gaze on the girl's delicate lips.
His big hands trembled as he wrapped them around the girl's waist. He leaned over slightly, pretending to kiss her.
The girl didn't move, and despair was clearly visible in her bright eyes.
Outside the Qingyao Mirror, everyone's faces turned extremely ugly when they saw the gray-robed monk's actions.
Rong Yin's eyes, which originally contained a coldness, became icy cold, and his immense spiritual consciousness spread out involuntarily.
The nonchalance on Yan Ning's face had completely disappeared. He stared at the scene in the Qingyao Mirror expressionlessly, his long, slender fingers tapping the table casually.
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