Chapter 5 (Word): If you dare push me away, you're dead. ...
The carriage flew for another day and night.
When the lights came on, the sun was just rising outside the car window. Judging by the time, we were not far from Yaoqing Sect.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned, but the yawn stopped abruptly the moment her gaze met Chen Zhou's. She silently lowered her arm.
More than ten hours have passed, and this person is still in the same posture, doing nothing but cultivating. Even the two plates of pastries she secretly left behind remain untouched.
It's too curly, as if it's in a hurry to be reborn.
Hua Deng was amazed. While stuffing a snack into her mouth, she freed one hand to manipulate her spiritual power in an attempt to touch Chen Zhou's mask.
She didn't take Chen Zhou's spiritual power seriously at all, letting him clumsily remove the mask, revealing a face whose sharpness had softened in the night.
Thick eyelashes covered his unruly black eyes, and the curve of his eyes at the corners became gentle and beautiful, no longer making Hua Deng doubt or fear him.
She became increasingly audacious, using her newly learned magic to manipulate an ink-soaked brush from afar, slowly painting on Shen Zhou's face.
The ink stains dried on his skin, but Shen Zhou remained unresponsive, his eyes closed like a dead man.
Hua Deng lost interest, put down his pen to admire the scenery outside the window, and soon became drowsy.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft click sounded, and the streetlights instantly came to life.
The carriage landed.
At the same time, Shen Zhou opened his eyes, and the turtle pattern on his face disappeared completely.
Hua Deng glanced at it regretfully, regretting that he hadn't used magic to record it.
Outside the carriage, Crescent Moon and Full Moon opened the door as usual. When they turned around, they met the face of Hua Deng looking at them.
The two hesitated, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped.
After hesitating for a long time, Crescent Moon finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Miss, your face..."
Hua Deng's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out a small mirror.
A huge turtle was painted on her face, exactly the same as the one she had drawn on Shen Zhou.
She put down the mirror, turned her head expressionlessly, and said, "Shen Zhou, is this the attitude you should have towards your boss?"
Shen Zhou jumped off the carriage first, his expression even more blank than hers: "Boss, get off the carriage. Your master, senior brothers, uncles, and senior masters are waiting for you."
Hua Deng: "..."
Fine, threaten her. Just wait and see, she'll restore her employer's glory sooner or later!
To put on a show in front of her sect, she forced a smile and tugged at Shen Zhou's sleeve as they walked forward.
He threatened in a low voice as he walked away: "Five hundred spirit stones. You know what to do. If you dare to push me away, you're dead."
Shen Zhou silently counted to five hundred in his mind, then looked away from her slender white fingertips, suppressed the desire to cut off that finger, and let her drag her along with her leisurely steps.
Unlike last time, this time the guiding light was not a crane, but my senior brother Duan Yi, who had been waiting there for a long time.
The young man standing on the immortal sword was handsome, with a gentle demeanor that carried a hint of femininity, and he smiled at her as usual.
"Where did my junior sister go? Why is she back so late?"
"Some business matters have kept me waiting. I didn't expect to keep Master and Senior Brother waiting for so long." Hua Deng gently gathered her sleeves and walked up to him.
"It's alright, it's just that Master is very worried about you." Duan Yi dusted off his clothes, his tone gentle and refined, and asked casually, "Junior Sister, aren't you going to introduce this fellow Daoist to me?"
“Chen Ye, my Daoist partner.” Hua Deng smiled brightly, “He also wants to join the Yaoqing Sect.”
"A Daoist partner?"
Duan Yi's breath hitched, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, and his voice trembled slightly.
When did you find your Daoist partner?
"When?" Hua Deng tilted her head slightly, looked directly into his eyes, and smiled gently. "It only happened recently. Doesn't that violate the rules of the Yaoqing Sect?"
"……No."
Duan Yi said the two words through gritted teeth.
He suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Shen Zhou like a deadly viper: "But I feel that he may not be worthy of you."
"This is none of your concern, Senior Brother." Hua Deng smiled and reached out to take Chen Zhou's hand. The latter instinctively dodged, but she lightly tapped him. In the end, out of professionalism, he didn't dodge again.
Duan Yi still didn't give up: "Junior sister, you're still young, it's best to be careful in your assessment. Senior brother can help you though..."
"Senior brother," Hua Deng's smile faded slightly, "I've made myself perfectly clear, haven't I?"
Duan Yi's eyelids twitched slightly.
He had investigated this junior sister and knew that she was extremely wealthy and used to living the life of an arrogant young lady.
For example, right now, she has absolutely no respect for her senior brother. Even when she smiles, her eyes are full of aloofness, and she can't hide her arrogance.
But Duan Yi just happens to like people like that. Beauty is easily broken, what fun is there in that?
Besides, he has been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage for too long and needs a furnace to overcome this hurdle and condense his Nascent Soul. Once his master has finished enjoying himself, this beauty should fall into his hands.
As for the so-called Daoist partners...
He glanced at Shen Ye, a cold smile playing on his lips. A mere Golden Core cultivator; who knows if he'll even have the chance to enter the Yaoqing Sect.
Thinking of this, Duan Yi was no longer in a hurry. He cupped his hands and smiled, saying, "I was being presumptuous. Since Junior Sister already has a plan in mind, why don't you come with me to pay your respects to Master and await good news?"
The three of them walked together toward Yaoqingtang.
Hua Deng noticed that Chen Zhou, who had been in super power-saving mode, seemed to only wake up from his dream at this moment and revert to normal power-saving mode.
In short, it's about transforming from someone with lifeless, unpleasant eyes into someone with a cold, irritating expression.
On the way here, Hua Deng explained the matter of Yao Qingzong to him, saying that the people here were all wolves and tigers who wanted to harm her.
Shen Zhou's response was: "How many people do you want to kill?"
"Not a single one of them!" Hua Deng glared at him. "I know you enjoy killing, but it's different around me. Without my permission, you absolutely cannot kill anyone, absolutely not!"
He thought Shen Zhou would be dismissive and that it would take a lot of persuasion to convince him, but Shen Zhou simply shrugged and said casually, "I don't like killing."
Hua Deng: Hehe.
She naturally didn't believe such nonsense, so now, when she saw her master and senior uncles standing in a row at the entrance of Yaoqing Hall, she immediately became alert and grabbed Shen Zhou, giving him all sorts of instructions, afraid that he might accidentally cause the entire family to be exorcised.
“But then again,” she added, “you also need to be careful. My master is at the Integration stage, and the remaining elders are all at or above the Nascent Soul stage.”
"In short, it's best not to fight them if possible. Your task is to become a disciple and join the sect, so don't get serious."
Upon hearing the last sentence, Chen Zhou stopped and, facing the swarm of figures ahead, said calmly, "Do they even deserve it?"
Hua Deng: "...You're right."
Although I hate to admit it, you really fooled me.
The news that Hua Deng had found a Daoist partner spread rapidly throughout the Yaoqing Sect.
The sect leader, who was originally certain of success, almost struck out with his palm the moment he received Duan Yi's message, instantly annihilating the soul of the man who dared to covet the lantern.
However, the reputation of the Yaoqing Sect as a prestigious and righteous sect weighed heavily on him, preventing him from acting recklessly for the time being, which is why he waited until now.
"My disciple Hua Deng, I've finally been waiting for your return." The sect leader smiled upon seeing Hua Deng, his face gentle. "Is this the young friend Shen you were going to introduce?"
“Yes, Master.” Hua Deng pulled Chen Zhou over. “He is only twenty-four years old and is currently a rogue cultivator. He should meet the registration requirements for the Yaoqing Sect.”
The Yaoqing Sect has a variety of criteria for accepting disciples, but the two most important ones are: first, the disciple must be under the age of twenty-five; second, the disciple must not have joined any other sect.
Clearly, Chenzhou fits the description perfectly.
"Of course, I will personally test him." The sect leader said with a smile, implying something, "Shen Ye, are you sure you want to join the Yaoqing Sect? Based on your aptitude, the Youming Sword Sect would probably be more suitable for you."
"Sure."
The sect leader was silent for a moment, then gave him a cold stare before flicking his sleeve and saying, "Alright, then you should prepare properly."
Then he extended a hand to Hua Deng: "Hua Deng, my disciple, come to your master."
Behind him, his fellow disciples and elders also looked at the lanterns, each with their own thoughts, but their smiles were all the same.
Hua Deng was unaware that five years ago, not only the sect leader, but everyone here had observed her, either openly or secretly.
Five years ago, she was thirteen years old, and her Hehuan Sacred Body was still in its infancy. She was beautiful, but far from possessing the captivating charm she has today, with every smile and frown enchanting her.
Five years later, her appearance was far more beautiful than before, so stunning that even those who had been eyeing her for a long time were astonished.
The girl stood right in front of them. Her skin was as white as fresh snow, and her eyes were as clear as ever, but the allure in her eyes and brows was captivating.
She became more radiant, more passionate, and more alluring.
"I must have her."
At almost the same time, this thought arose in everyone's mind.
All eyes were fixed on Hua Deng, their gazes darting about, creating a thick, oppressive atmosphere. Hua Deng felt nauseous, his legs feeling as heavy as lead.
Beside her was Duan Yi's effeminate smile, and in front of her was her master's outstretched hand. Although the surroundings were extremely quiet, she seemed to hear countless noisy voices whispering and laughing at her, eager to drag her into the mortal world.
The bracelet under her sleeve trembled slightly. She pressed her left hand down sharply, trying to calm her rapid breathing.
But at that moment, their vision was suddenly covered by a shadow. This shadow was tall and clear, like a sturdy pine tree standing still in the cold, blocking the prying eyes from all around.
She slowly raised her head, and a familiar dark blue brocade robe stood before her. Her jet-black hair reached her waist, revealing a belt adorned with a qilin pendant. From head to toe, everything was personally selected and coordinated by her.
The streetlights blinked, but remained silent.
The figure's owner had his back to her, his right hand resting on the scabbard, his thumb gently rubbing it, his voice still so absent-minded: "Let's begin now."
Not seeing his disciple, the sect leader was somewhat displeased, but reluctantly said, "I understand, come with me."
Chen Zhou ignored him and continued to stand in front of the bright lights.
Hua Deng took a deep breath, stared at the exquisite and delicate Qilin for a while, and thought of the scene this morning when he secretly hung it on his waist and was discovered. He couldn't help but smile, and his pale cheeks gradually regained their color.
She said, "Let's go and meet my dear master and senior disciples."
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