Chapter 33 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 10
When she woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment. The girl was still a little confused with tears in her eyes.
It was not until I saw the emerald phantom mirror beside my pillow that I suddenly remembered what had happened.
Then she recalled carefully everything that happened in the secret realm, the three wandering cultivators who wanted to kill her, the phantom mirror that flew out in vain, and... the burning and sticky feeling on her neck before and after she passed out.
The girl was suddenly frightened by the memories and her face turned pale. She quickly got out of bed and ran out of the house without even putting on her shoes.
The entire room seemed to be carved from ice and snow, a brilliant white. The girl could feel a slight coolness as she stepped on the smooth and shining floor.
She was like a bird that was suddenly trapped, flapping her wings and running around, trying to get out of this place that made her feel uneasy.
But no matter how hard she tried or which direction she ran, she could not get out of this seemingly simple palace.
The girl was a little discouraged. Her little face, which was slightly red from jogging, was full of loss. She was panting slightly and sweating profusely.
It's not that she knows nothing. In this situation where she can't get out, she also knows that the entire palace is under a formation that won't let anyone out easily.
It was not until he vaguely heard the sound of some conversation coming from a hall that his already frightened heart suddenly became even more nervous.
The girl's bright eyes were slowly filled with despair, her eye sockets slowly turned red, and tears seemed to be oozing from her eyes. She knew that she could not escape.
Her little hands wiped away the tears from her face somewhat angrily, and her temper that had been suppressed by fear came out again. She looked at the wide-open palace door with a firm gaze, and walked towards it lightly.
Even if she was going to die, Yin Nanqiao wanted to know who had done this to her and know the truth.
The two men in the room were both considered top-notch in the world of cultivation, so they naturally noticed the unusual movements outside the hall very quickly.
Therefore, when the girl cautiously pushed the door open and peeked into the hall, she met two pairs of eyes.
One pair of phoenix eyes was slightly raised, full of teasing and laughter, while the other pair of eyes was calm, seeming to reveal an infinite chill.
The girl's bright eyes met the gazes of the two men in the hall. Her pupils seemed to shrink for a moment, and then she was filled with infinite joy.
She rushed into the hall with some excitement, looking at Rong Yin who was sitting on the first seat with burning eyes.
"Immortal Lord!" The soft call was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Such a strong joy gradually filled her black and white eyes like a rising tide, tears dotted her eyes, lightly dyed her face red, and her delicate demeanor made the two men who had been focusing on the girl since she appeared feel some unspeakable emotions in their hearts.
The strange emotion in his heart surged again, making Rong Yin a little dazed for a moment, so he did not respond to the girl's call immediately.
Nan Qiao was not discouraged even though he did not hear a response from the person on the top seat. Rong Yin Xianzun was aloof and powerful, and treated everyone with aloofness and indifference. This was also known in the world of cultivation.
Nan Qiao tried hard to calm herself down, and kept reminding herself not to get too excited and lose her manners. It was a rare opportunity to see the Immortal Master Rongyin, and this was undoubtedly a good opportunity given to her by God to become the Immortal Master Rongyin's disciple.
Although the girl was spoiled and pampered, she was also a well-mannered child. Rong Yin Xian Zun was almost the same generation as her father, so Nan Qiao treated him with the courtesy of an elder.
"Nan Qiao thanks the Immortal Lord for saving her life." The graceful girl bowed gracefully. Her movements were simple, but her eyes were full of beauty and were captivating.
Although she had no memory, she was in a life-and-death situation before she fell asleep. When she woke up, she saw the Immortal Rongyin. She must have been the one who saved her.
Rong Yin had a handsome face and looked at the girl below who was bowing gracefully, which seemed to make all the coldness on his face disappear.
Nan Qiao stared at Rong Yin with sparkling eyes, all her attention focused on the person sitting in the upper seat, almost completely ignoring the other person standing in the hall at the moment.
Yan Ning, who had been staring at the girl without blinking since she appeared, was so angry that he laughed when he saw the girl pouring all her enthusiasm into that ice cube and ignoring him.
A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his light voice rang out in the hall.
"Young Pavilion Master is awake. How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?" A hint of danger was hidden beneath a rippling smile. He looked at the girl a few steps away with a smile on his face.
It was not until he heard another pleasant male voice in the hall that Nan Qiao suddenly remembered that there were other people in the hall.
Anyone who could sit together with the Immortal Lord and drink tea and chat was naturally not an ordinary person, so the girl turned slightly and also saluted the man she was not familiar with.
"Thank you for your concern, senior. I'm fine." The girl's face flushed, and she looked at the strange man in front of her with slightly moist eyes.
The girl in front of him looked weak and well-behaved. Even though he knew that she was not such a well-behaved and obedient person, Yan Ning's heart still softened involuntarily.
"Since nothing is wrong, I feel relieved. Young Master, you are weak, so please take care of yourself." Yan Ning had a smile on his face, and his smile was like the bright moon and the gentle breeze, as well as the orchid and jade tree.
The beautiful girl was wearing a plain dress, which made her very eye-catching. Yan Ning even noticed carefully that even the hair accessories pinned in her black hair were plain.
Thinking back to the fact that the previous young master of Penglai Pavilion had passed away less than a year ago, he had experienced the mortal world for a long time. Mortals also had the custom of children mourning for their deceased parents, and the girl's mother was also a mortal woman. Thinking of this, Yan Ning felt even more pity in his heart.
"Put on your shoes first, the ground is cold." The delicate jade feet stepped on the spiritual jade, and the white jade-like little toes shivered slightly, looking particularly pitiful.
Nan Qiao lowered her eyes and saw the embroidered shoes on her feet. The plain uppers were decorated with white orchids, which looked very elegant.
The caring voice beside her ears made Nan Qiao's eyes warm up, and a layer of mist gradually filled her eyes.
Since her parents passed away, no one has ever cared for her like this. The man's voice was gentle and pleasant, with an indescribable concern that made the girl vaguely recall the time when her parents were still alive.
Only a year had passed since her father's death, but her situation was completely different. The people who had once fawned over her had long since dispersed, and those who had offended her due to her past indulgence and willfulness were now taking advantage of her misfortune.
The girl, who was originally willful and spoiled, has gradually put away some of her temper after being tempered over the past year and learned to show a well-behaved appearance.
The two men in the hall had been focusing on the girl, and naturally noticed a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Rong Yin's displeasure caused by the girl focusing her attention on Yan Ning faded a little, and a flash of pity seemed to pass through his icy eyes.
Nan Qiao didn't grieve for long. She quickly recovered. It would have been wrong to be disrespectful in front of the Immortal Lord. She tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. Her parents were gone, and even if she cried her eyes out, no one would care for her as much as before.
But the more she thought about it, the more bitter her heart became. The mist in her bright eyes filled up again. She raised her eyes and looked up at the Immortal Rong Yin, whom she had always admired and praised by her father, and then knelt resolutely on the cool ground.
"Nan Qiao knows that he is stupid, but he still dreams of getting the mercy of the Immortal Lord. I hope the Immortal Lord will give Nan Qiao a chance." Nan Qiao's brows were firm and his back was straight.
Her purpose of participating in the trial field was to get the attention of Immortal Rong Yin and to get the opportunity to become his disciple.
This time, Nan Qiao finally had the chance to meet the Immortal Lord, so naturally, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
As long as she can become the Immortal Master, she will have someone to back her up, and even her uncle and the others won't dare to touch her easily!
Thinking of the dangerous scene in the secret realm, a trace of fear flashed in Nan Qiao's eyes. The young master of Penglai Pavilion, who had lost his parents, was like a lamb to the slaughter, and he might be torn apart and eaten at any time like that day.
The girl's sudden kneeling caught the two men in the hall off guard until she spoke.
They also took in the girl's fleeting look of fear.
The entire hall was bright and radiant, and the girl kneeling in the hall, with her fair skin and black hair, and her fair skin as rosy as peaches and plums, was even more radiant and dazzling.
The naive young girl obviously didn't know what a powerful weapon her appearance could be to others. She simply raised her head and eyes, staring expectantly at the head, hoping for a response from the head immortal.
Rong Yin was stared at by the girl's burning gaze, and an unknown warmth rose in his heart. But even so, he knew in his heart that his response would probably disappoint the girl.
For some reason, he was very reluctant to accept the girl in front of him as his apprentice...
"I already have four disciples and have decided not to accept any more. Please stand up, Young Pavilion Master." A cold refusal sounded in the hall, and the rosy-faced girl in the hall turned pale in an instant.
The light in the girl's eyes dimmed for a moment, her back still straight, but her frail body began to sway a little, and it was obvious that she found it difficult to accept this answer.
Nan Qiao opened his mouth weakly, wanting to say something, but in the end no words came out.
A year is enough time for her to experience the warmth and coldness of human nature and to control her temper.
The girl in the hall looked like she had lost her soul, which was heartbreaking. Yan Ning felt a little distressed. He glanced at Rong Yin Xianzun, who was sitting at the top of the table, with a slightly cold look, thinking that he didn't know how to be gentle with women.
Rong Yin didn't care at all about the dissatisfied look from his friend. He just stared at the girl in the hall. Seeing her pale face and tears in her eyes, a bitter feeling surged in his heart.
Rong Yin stood up. He was handsome, with a slender figure and a cold and indifferent temperament like an immortal.
Under the girl's tearful eyes, he slowly walked down from the upper seat in the hall and stood in front of the kneeling girl.
He lowered his eyes to look at the girl in front of him, with ambiguous emotions surging in his eyes. Then he stretched out his hand, and his bony thumb touched the corner of the girl's eye, which seemed to be about to shed tears, while the girl was stunned.
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