Chapter 34: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 11
The girl was obviously frightened by the actions of Rong Yin Xian Zun. Her delicate body trembled slightly when the cold fingers touched her skin, and then seemed to freeze.
Rong Yin continued to rub the eyeliner as if she was unaware of it. The skin under her fingertips was soft and delicate, with a warm feeling. A gentle rub brought a delicate blush to the skin.
The girl's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed a little afraid and puzzled about the Immortal Lord's actions, but she did not dare to act rashly.
The delicate and warm touch coming from the thumb makes the eyes look deeper and deeper.
It was unknown how long it had been, so long that the skin under his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably and the thick eyelashes began to shake uneasily, before Rong Yin seemed to have confirmed something and put down his hand.
He did not leave immediately, but leaned over slightly, put his big hand around the girl's wrist, and with a little skill, pulled her up from the cold ground.
The girl stood up with his strength, and the two of them were very close. From a distance, it seemed as if the girl was being held in the man's arms.
The distance between the two was too close. Nan Qiao's fingers hanging at her side were slightly curled. She could even feel the other person's warm breath on her cheek, and her lowered face seemed to be paler.
Nan Qiao's mind was a tangle of confusion, a tangled mess that made it impossible to sort out her thoughts. With some difficulty, she slowly raised her head, hoping to discern the Immortal Venerable's intentions. But the intense repression in his eyes startled her. As if burned, she lowered her head again.
The wrist that was encircled felt a little hot. She struggled uncomfortably, but was held in the big hand and could not break free.
The smile on Yan Ning's face slowly faded when Rong Yin walked down from his seat.
But he did not say a word, just quietly watching the scene in the hall, watching his good friend who always kept strangers away slowly approach the girl, reaching out to rub the corners of the girl's eyes, dyeing that skin bright red, watching him pull the girl up and hold her in his arms.
He fixed his slightly gloomy eyes on the girl in Rongyin's arms. The sensitive girl seemed to have sensed something was wrong and was trying hard to break free from her wrists.
The girl in the embrace struggled feebly, but could not break free. Red marks appeared on her wrists from the struggle. She was like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free, unable to escape.
Yan Ning's eyes also sank completely, staring quietly, and suddenly, a sudden chuckle escaped from his lips.
Such a unique treasure...
Even the number one figure sitting on the high platform couldn't resist. I'm afraid that after today, the girl's name will spread throughout the entire cultivation world, attracting a group of wolves and tigers who want to claim this stunning beauty for themselves.
Chuckling softly, with an indescribable hoarseness, Yan Ning smiled again and walked towards the two of them.
His powerful big hand also tightly grasped the girl's other slightly curled hand, and his smiling eyes met Rongyin's directly.
"What's the matter? Tell me later. The Young Master should be having dinner now."
It’s not very useful in the secret realm, so it’s time to get hungry.
Rong Yin stared in silence for a while, then loosened his grip slightly. Nan Qiao seized the opportunity to free his wrist from his big hand.
Nan Qiao Qiu Shui looked at Yan Ning with gratitude, but there was still a hint of panic in her bright eyes, and she was obviously frightened by what had just happened.
The gentle smile on Yan Ning's face seemed to soothe her emotions. Nan Qiao looked down at her other hand, which was also tightly grasped, but she did not struggle.
There was a hint of genuine joy in Yan Ning's eyes. He pulled the girl to the purple jade table on the side and took out the prepared food from the space.
Rong Yin also sat down at the table with the two of them, without picking up his chopsticks, just watching the girl eat.
The table was not very big, and there were several dishes on it. In front of the girl was a bowl of spiritual rice, which was cooked with spiritual ingredients and exuded a trace of spiritual energy.
Such spiritual food was not rare for Nan Qiao, who had been pampered since childhood. However, she had been running around for the trial field these days and had not had a proper spiritual meal.
The aroma of food filled her nostrils. She glanced at the two men in what she thought was a secret, then hesitantly picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.
Yan Ning smiled, resting one hand on the table, supporting his chin, and watched with interest as the girl ate her meal leisurely.
He loved to travel around, and over the past century, he had visited all the famous restaurants and entertainment venues in the world of cultivation. He also had a lot of fun, delicious, drinkable, and beautiful things in his storage ring.
Even Yan Ning didn't know how he developed this habit. He liked to collect any rare things he saw, and he didn't know what to do with them.
A hint of deep meaning flashed across Yan Ning's eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to give all these things to the girl.
He shook his head in amusement, feeling that such an impulse was inexplicable. He just put it aside for the time being and continued to stare at the girl while she ate.
The girl was obviously extremely hungry. Although she ate in small bites and tried hard to maintain her demeanor, she ate very quickly, and the food on the table was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After the meal, Rong Yin cruelly ignored the girl's hesitant expression and took her back to the room.
When he returned to the hall again, Yan Ning had not left yet. He was still holding a folding fan in his hand, waving it neither slowly nor slowly. He was dressed in white and had an extraordinary demeanor. He looked like a handsome and elegant nobleman in the mortal world.
"I thought you were going to ask her about the demon clan just now." Yan Ning said with a smile, his folding fan lightly scratching a trace.
Rong Yin ignored his flirtatious behavior, just lowered her eyes slightly, and twisted her fingers slightly, on which seemed to still retain the girl's warm breath.
"She won't know anything. Asking will only add to her worries." She had just experienced life and death, and her mind was unstable. If she was rashly told that she had come into contact with the demons, she would easily feel scared.
Yan Ning paused slightly while waving his folding fan, and then chuckled.
"I can't believe that our Rongyin Immortal Venerable, who has lived in solitude for a hundred years, would actually feel sorry for others now? If outsiders saw this, they would be shocked."
Upon hearing this, Rong Yin raised his head slightly and met Yan Ning's slightly inquiring eyes.
"Hmm." A light "hmm" made Yan Ning's eyes move slightly.
He no longer focused on this matter, but instead turned the topic to the demons.
The demons, which have been silent for a thousand years, are showing signs of revival, which is no small matter.
"Do we need to send some people to infiltrate the demon world to investigate?" he suggested.
The Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm are adjacent to each other. Thousands of years ago, there were often demon cultivators among the demon clan who sneaked into the Cultivation Realm. This situation did not decrease until the outbreak of the war between immortals and demons.
It is not difficult to send a few people from the cultivation world to investigate the situation of the demon clan.
"The situation is unclear now, so it's not appropriate to send anyone down." Rong Yin pondered, thinking of the barrier that easily obscured his consciousness.
Yan Ning nodded. The evil cultivator's plan was still unknown, so it would be a bad idea to alert the enemy at this time.
"I'm afraid there's more than one demon cultivator who has infiltrated the Sword Sect today. You should send someone to search the Sword Sect for any traces of demon cultivators."
Rong Yin nodded. In fact, when he discovered the evil spirit, he had already sent a message to the head senior brother. It seemed that the senior brother had already made arrangements.
"I've already sent people to investigate that rogue cultivator. We should have results soon."
"Are your four disciples still waiting outside? Don't you really want to meet them?" After quickly finishing the business, Yan Ning raised his glass and took a sip of spiritual tea.
"If you don't want to see them, just send them away. Save the kids from waiting here for you." He was a monk who was hundreds of years old, so it wasn't too much for him to call a few young kids who were only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Rong Yin said nothing, but silently sent a message to the eldest disciple Mo Lin, asking him to take his fellow disciples away from where he was resting.
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Outside Luoheng Palace, the four disciples of Immortal Rongyin were standing outside the barrier, waiting for their master to summon them.
Suddenly, a ray of light emerged from the barrier, dancing slightly, and landed in front of the man in black clothes in the front.
Mo Lin is Rong Yin's first disciple and also the disciple who has stayed with Rong Yin the longest. He is very similar to him in temperament.
His face was filled with the same indifference and calmness as his master's. He received the message from his master and turned the message over silently.
"Go back first, the master is entertaining guests." The cold-stern young man glanced at his fellow apprentices behind him and said in a deep voice in their expectant eyes.
The eldest brother's words made Yun Yao and Cen Hao's faces look a little sad. Yun Wei turned her head and saw Cen Hao beside her. He had handsome eyebrows and a pale face, and his face was full of uncontrollable anxiety.
"Big Brother, Third Brother and the Young Master of Penglai Pavilion grew up together. Now that the Young Master is in danger, Third Brother must be very worried. Could you send a message to Master so that Third Brother can meet with the Young Master?" Yun Yao's gentle voice sounded, but it slowly made Cen Hao feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart.
At the end of the day, the face of the originally energetic young man began to turn pale due to the repeated pressure from the Immortal Master Rongyin, and he looked weak.
But Mo Lin not only has a personality like Rong Yin, but also has a cold and hard heart that is almost the same as Rong Yin. He did not soften his heart because of the pitiful appearance of his third junior brother.
"Let's talk about it in a few days. Master Yan Ning is visiting today and Master is entertaining him. It's inconvenient to disturb him now."
"I'm just going to visit her and won't disturb Master!" Cen Hao replied anxiously.
The girl was held in the master's arms the whole time, and he couldn't even see her expression, but he couldn't let her go.
"With Master here, why should you worry?" Mo Lin's indifferent voice came from the front.
Cen Hao's already pale face became even more bloodless in an instant.
Yes, with Master here, it’s not his turn to worry.
The scene of his master holding the girl in his arms like a treasure reappeared in his eyes. Cen Hao forced a smile with some difficulty, a deep sense of loss flashing across his eyes. He turned his head, glanced nostalgically at the magnificent palace behind him, and limped down the mountain.
Seeing that several senior brothers were walking down the mountain, Yun Yao did not say anything else. Instead, she turned her head to look at the hall behind her and followed the pace of her senior brothers.
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