Chapter 35 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 12
Sword Sect, Yuheng Peak Backyard
The top of Yuheng Peak is filled with spiritual energy, nurturing a courtyard full of spiritual creatures. In the courtyard, butterflies are fluttering and dancing, spiritual flowers are in full bloom, and the snow lotus blooming by the pond emits wisps of fragrance, reflecting the sunlight, and is as beautiful as a picture.
The girl in plain clothes folded her slender white arms on the stone table, and her jade-white face rested on her arms in boredom.
Nan Qiao stared blankly at the dancing butterflies beside the stone table. There was a noticeable sadness on her bright face. She had not been out for almost a month since she was brought back to Luoheng Palace by Immortal Rongyin.
I can only stay in this magnificent palace, counting the rotation of the sun and moon, and feeling the passage of time.
Hearing the obvious footsteps behind her, the girl did not raise her head, but turned her head to the other side in embarrassment.
"Why don't you have your meal?" The white-robed monk with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and an ethereal temperament slowly approached the stone table and stared at the girl lying on the table.
The girl closed her eyes weakly and did not answer his question. Being trapped here for a month had completely worn away all her patience and respect for him.
The man who was ignored was not angry. He curled his lips slightly, which was rare. He bent down, picked up the girl who was lying on the stone table by the waist, and carried her into the house.
The warm big hand holding her slender waist made the girl open her eyes wide. It was not until the sudden feeling of weightlessness came that the girl realized that she was picked up by the man again.
The girl, who was forced to nestle in the man's broad and cold arms, suddenly blushed and the shame and anger in her eyes became even more intense. However, the experience of this month made her realize that no matter how she refused, it would be useless. The man with a domineering nature could not stop hugging her.
She was carried through the deep corridor and arrived at the room where she stayed for a month.
The once cold and empty room had been completely transformed. A curtain woven from silkworm silk divided the room into an inner and outer room. A soft carpet covered the floor, masking the jade-like chill. The spiritual wooden bed exuded spiritual energy, nourishing the spiritual plants that adorned the room. The water lilies blooming at the head of the bed exuded a faint fragrance.
Exquisite and small decorations can be seen everywhere, and the whole house looks no different from the boudoir of an ordinary lady, and it can even be said to be more exquisite and luxurious.
The White-robed Immortal Venerable ignored the spiritual servants kneeling on both sides of the door, and carried the girl straight into the room, gently placing her on the soft couch in the outer room.
"Bring up the spiritual food."
A group of spiritual servants filed into the room, each holding a portion of spiritual food in their hands, and placed it on the table one by one.
After the spirit servants had left one by one, Rong Yin turned his cold gaze towards the girl who had buried her face in the couch and refused to get up.
"Come and have dinner."
The pretty girl on the couch didn't move, as if she didn't hear what he said.
Rong Yin felt somewhat helpless, but there was a hint of indulgence on her face.
He sat on the soft couch and took the person who was still secretly angry into his arms, his low voice full of tenderness.
"If you don't want to eat, then take a fasting pill." His tone was no longer as cold as before.
Nan Qiao turned her head suddenly, her face flushed red from the soft couch, her brows brimming with anger. "May I ask, Immortal Venerable, when will you let me go?"
Thinking of everything that happened during the month she was trapped, tears welled up in her eyes. She had never thought that she would be trapped and molested by a man, and she had never thought that the person who molested and humiliated her would be the Immortal Master Rong Yin whom she had always admired!
The White-Robed Immortal Venerable didn't care about the girl's anger. He carefully took the girl's hand that was against his chest, lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so determined to leave?"
"Of course I want to go home! Why did the Immortal Master trap me in the Sword Sect!" Nan Qiao felt aggrieved and confused. She didn't know how she had offended the Immortal Master who was so famous in the world of cultivation that he wanted to imprison her here.
"The demonic cultivators have been rampant these days, and the cultivation world may be in turmoil. It's safest to stay here." The White-Robed Sword Master wrapped the girl's small hand with his broad white hands and coaxed her gently.
The demon clan has been making big moves recently, and many disciples of the sect have met with accidents. How can he feel at ease if he lets her go?
This tone, which sounded like coaxing a lover, made Nan Qiao blush. The shame and anger in her eyes grew stronger and stronger. She turned her head away angrily and stopped looking at him.
She didn't want to hear what he said. She believed that the evil cultivators were rampant and the cultivation world was in turmoil. She thought that the Immortal Lord would naturally not joke about such a thing.
But these are too far away from her. What does it have to do with her, the young master of Penglai Pavilion who has been expelled? Is it dangerous for her to stay in her own home?
When the White-robed Immortal saw the blush on the girl's cheek, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, as if he had compromised.
"Have your meal first, and then I'll take you out."
Nan Qiao bit her lip, still angry in her heart, but the hope of getting out overwhelmed her anger.
After the meal, Rong Yin kept his promise and quickly removed the barrier outside Luo Heng Palace. The girl immediately ran out happily like a bird out of a cage returning to the forest.
Nan Qiao, wearing a light, wide-sleeved gauze skirt, fluttered in the wind as she ran. The emerald green gauze seemed to blend in with the surrounding green plants, exuding vitality.
Rong Yin's eyes were fixed on the emerald green figure running freely in front of her, like the ice melting, turning into rippling tender affection.
The Immortal in White followed the girl slowly, but a closer look revealed that he always kept a distance of one foot from the girl.
Nan Qiao jogged all the way down Yuheng Peak. Yuheng Peak was quiet and deserted, and he didn't meet anyone else on the way down the mountain.
After leaving Yuheng Peak, you will reach the main road of the Sword Sect. The road paved with green rocks is wide and broad, and is the main road most frequently traveled by the disciples of the Sword Sect.
It was almost noon at this time, and the disciples who had been away from home were returning one after another. The disciples of the Sword Sect were not allowed to fly with swords, so there were many disciples of the Sword Sect coming and going on the main road.
The young girl, dressed in azure, was pure and elegant, her black hair flying as she walked, captivating everyone's heart. Less than a foot behind her stood the Sword Master in white, aloof and handsome. This combination captivated the sword disciples' attention.
Even though Rong Yin was the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, all the disciples of the Sword Sect had to bow their heads and lower their eyes to show respect wherever he went. However, the girl's appearance was so stunning that many young disciples still looked up and paid attention to her.
The girl was completely oblivious to the eager gazes from both sides of the road, and was only focused on running excitedly towards the Sword Sect's mountain gate.
Rong Yin was protecting her from behind, and also noticed the gazes of others fixed on the girl. He glanced at her lightly, and all the disciples lowered their heads wherever his eyes passed.
The gate of the Sword Sect was faintly visible at the end of Qingyan Road. Nan Qiao was delighted and quickened his pace, but the next moment he was blocked by a group of people.
It was Cen Hao and his fellow senior brothers and sisters.
After a month, the color returned to Cen Hao's face. He looked at the girl in front of him with a complicated look, and then turned his gaze to his master who was one foot away from the girl.
He slowly concealed the complexity in his eyes and bowed to his fellow brothers and sisters as usual.
"Greetings, Master!"
Rong Yin just said "No need to be so polite" and said no more, his eyes still fixed on the girl in green in front of him.
Cen Hao looked up impatiently, gazing greedily at the girl in front of him. In this month, he went to Luoheng Palace several times to ask to see his master, hoping that his master would allow him to meet her, but he was turned away every time.
"Yin Nanqiao, are you okay?" After looking at the girl in front of him for a long time, seeing her rosy face and bright eyes, Cen Hao's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, seemed to fall.
Just when she was about to leave the place where she had been trapped for nearly a month, she was suddenly stopped by someone. Nan Qiao, who already had a bad temper, became a little impatient, especially when she saw that the person who stopped her was Cen Hao, who had been speaking ill of her.
"I'm fine." Nan Qiao always disdains to pay attention to people he doesn't like. He walked around him and continued walking forward.
"Young Pavilion Master, please stay."
A soft female voice sounded. Nan Qiao looked up and saw Yun Yao, the only female disciple of Rong Yin Xianzun.
The female cultivator in white robes was graceful and elegant, and seemed to have a very good temper. She gently stood in front of Nan Qiao, with a slight apology on her fair face.
"Young Pavilion Master, Third Senior Brother has been worried about you these days. You two grew up together and have a deep friendship. Why don't you catch up on the past?" Yun Yao's gaze gently passed from her master to Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao's irritability grew stronger as her way was blocked again. However, it was Yun Yao who was speaking, not Cen Hao, whom she hated, so she had no choice but to suppress her emotions and not show any displeasure.
"I don't think I have any friendship with Cen Hao, and I believe he thinks so too, so there's no need to reminisce about the past." She said bluntly, and walked past a few people again towards the outside of the sect.
Although they both grew up in Penglai Pavilion, their relationship was not very good. They had even reached the point where they were tired of each other. It was considered good that they did not quarrel when they met, let alone any friendship.
Cen Hao behind her turned pale again in an instant after she finished speaking. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. He watched her leave and wanted to catch up with her, but was stopped by his master's words.
"There seems to be traces of demonic cultivators in the town at the foot of the mountain recently. You guys go and investigate. If you find any unusual movements, report back to the sect immediately." The White-robed Sword Master watched the scene in front of him quietly, a hint of joy flashing across his cold eyes.
He raised his hand slightly to stop Yun Yao from saying anything, and left a cold word before walking past a few people and heading towards the girl in front.
As the descendants of the Sword Sect, his disciples naturally have the responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice. Therefore, Rong Yin can be said to have no guilt in assigning them such a task.
Rong Yin, feeling no guilt at all, abandoned his four disciples and caught up with the girl in front of him. His hands restlessly embraced the girl's slender waist.
"Qiao Qiao, where do you want to go? I'll take you there?" A warm breath hit the girl's ear, and another blush appeared.
Being able to go out increased Nan Qiao's tolerance for men's intimate actions. She pursed her lips and tried hard to ignore the heat beside her ear.
The two of them had already left the Sword Sect. She looked up and saw layers of cloud-like steps. She was very familiar with these steps. A few months ago, she had knelt here many times, just to get the Immortal Master Rongyin to accept her as a disciple.
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