volunteered to lead the long spear
The competition had limited time, and many people ran out of stamina, falling out of the top fifty and losing their chance to stay in the sect.
Words appeared one by one on the sky, and Rong Yan's name was among them.
He smiled, and Benben cheered excitedly beside him, "Master, I saw your name!"
He wasn't blind, so of course he knew. He was about to pass on the good news to his senior sister when he saw Song Qingyun and his senior sister standing very close together.
They were chatting and laughing, and Song Qingyun even stepped on Wenqing. How come his senior sister didn't knock him away?
Rong Yan wore a sullen expression. His cultivation had improved dramatically, and he now knew how to control flying swords.
Stepping on the weeping sorrow, it flew down to Lin Yueyao's side.
Just as Song Qingyun was about to speak, he saw Rong Yan's body go limp and he slumped forward.
Lin Yueyao didn't dodge, and Song Qingyun reached out and hugged him. Looking at the unconscious Rong Yan, she said, "Junior Brother is probably exhausted. Let him rest for a while."
“Okay,” Lin Yueyao agreed.
The two flew back to their sect on their swords.
"Hey, have you guys forgotten about me?" Benben shouted from below. There was a formation in the training ground to suppress him, otherwise he would have flown away long ago.
The little master suddenly fainted; at least he should have turned around and looked at him.
Benben was secretly saddened, but then he saw the white-haired immortal gracefully land and pat his fluffy head.
Looking up, I saw my master's teacher.
"What are you standing there for? Let's go home." Master Xuantong tucked him under his arm, scooped him up, and flew into the clouds.
Throughout the journey, Rong Yan was held tightly in Song Qingyun's arms and didn't open his eyes.
He gritted his teeth inwardly, thinking, "That damned senior brother!" He had originally intended to interrupt the two of them, so he pretended to faint, but he hadn't expected to be thwarted halfway through.
Song Qingyun escorted the man back to the men's quarters and immediately sent someone to treat Rong Yan's injuries.
The people from Medicine King Valley arrived quickly. After examining the pulse, they said it was just some superficial injury that would heal after half a day of rest.
Lin Yueyao was still worried, so she personally checked the pulse. The result was similar to that of the medicine doctor, so she was relieved.
"Junior sister, let's go out," Song Qingyun said.
He's trying to steal his senior sister away again? No way.
He turned over, his brows furrowed, looking extremely uneasy, and took the opportunity to roll his senior sister's sleeve into the bedding.
Lin Yueyao couldn't pull it away, so she glanced at Song Qingyun with a clear gaze.
"Senior brother, you go first. I'll stay with Rong Yan a little longer."
"Alright." Song Qingyun left the hut and flew towards the Wenshan Hall.
After everyone left, Lin Yueyao said, "Still not awake?"
Rong Yan slowly opened his eyes, reluctant to let go of her sleeve. "When did you find out, Senior Sister?"
"You're not some delicate young lady." She could see through Lingfang's usual tricks.
"I just want my senior sister to keep me company." He propped himself up halfway and said in a coquettish tone, "My senior brother is good, but he's not as good to me as my senior sister."
"I understand." Lin Yueyao knew what was going on.
Now that he had passed the test and could stay by his senior's side, he was overjoyed. He tentatively asked, "Senior, now that I've passed the test, can I ask for a little something in return?"
"You should ask your master for help." The old man had all sorts of odds and ends.
"I just want my senior sister." She pouted, and seeing that she didn't speak, "Aren't you even willing to grant me this small wish?"
It wasn't that she didn't want to give it to him, but she didn't have anything with her and couldn't produce it right away, so she simply said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"But I want it now." Rong Yan persisted, his tone softening considerably thanks to his senior sister's favor.
"Don't push your luck." Although her patience was growing, it didn't mean she would let him throw a tantrum.
"Alright, alright." Rong Yan obediently accepted the situation and knew when to stop.
Seeing how pitiful he looked, he turned his head to one side of the pillow, leaving her with a round back of his head, like a wronged kitten, and her heart softened instantly.
He turned over his pouch and casually pulled out a handkerchief he had used for many years.
A handkerchief with the scent of peach blossoms was placed beside him. Upon smelling the fragrance, Rong Yan's eyes lit up, and he jumped up with renewed energy.
"Senior sister, you'd better keep your word." Whatever she gave him, it was now his.
Lin Yueyao nodded, with a barely perceptible smile.
Outside the window, a paper crane carrying a message landed steadily by the window, surrounded by golden spiritual energy, and the words of Master Xuantong were transmitted from it.
“Yan Tu Ruo has woken up. Tell him to go to the main hall of Wenshan and obey orders, then bring him here.”
Rong Yan folded the handkerchief carefully and put it into his personal pouch. He then put on his shoes and socks and followed Lin Yueyao out of the hut.
The main hall of Wenshan was bustling with people, and fifty disciples knelt in the hall to listen to the instructions.
Sect Master Xuan Tian Zhenjun sat in the main seat, bestowing talismans upon the disciples. Disciples who passed the examination were then registered and recorded by the elders, officially becoming inner disciples of the Misty Sect.
When Rong Yan arrived, he knelt down and looked at a pair of dark-patterned boots that stopped in front of him.
Noticing that the person was not moving, he slowly raised his head and met Xuan Tian Zhenjun's gaze.
A hint of doubt flickered in Xuan Tian Zhenjun's eyes, but it quickly vanished without a trace.
Rong Yan was completely baffled and remained kneeling quietly without moving.
Xuan Tian Zhenjun tied a disciple's talisman on him and carefully examined his eyebrows and eyes.
It's like an old friend returning home.
So it was Nianci's child. No wonder he caused so much trouble.
In this respect, he inherited his mother's personality. If Nianci were still alive, she would be overjoyed to know that her child had grown up so much.
Xuan Tian Zhenjun patted his shoulder solemnly, feeling grateful.
Rong Yan was even more confused.
Emerging from the main hall, he held the fresh talisman, examining it from all angles, and carefully wiping it with his sleeve.
"Stop wiping," Lin Yueyao called out to him.
The old man was still waiting in the Wenyuan Hall, so Lin Yueyao called for help and hurried to the hall.
The senior and junior disciples arrived outside the hall, and their cheerful voices came from inside.
Upon seeing the door, the two bowed and greeted each other.
Master Xuantong sat in his chair and introduced the two, "This is my junior brother Xuanmiao. You should call him Uncle-Master."
It was the Taoist priest from the fox demon's memories. The two swallowed the truth without saying a word and nodded in unison, saying, "Greetings, Uncle-Master."
Xuanmiao gestured that there was no need for formalities, glanced quickly at Rong Yan, and then focused his gaze on Lin Yueyao.
"Where did you pick up that little girl, senior brother? I'll go pick one up too tomorrow."
"Junior brother, you're joking. Raising a disciple isn't like picking up rotten vegetable leaves at the market; it also depends on fate," Master Xuantong laughed at him.
"That's true. You're a beautiful girl, and I like you. Why don't you become my disciple?"
Before Lin Yueyao could answer, Master Xuantong came to her rescue, saying, "Junior brother is joking again. Since she has already become my disciple, there is no reason for her to change her sect."
"I knew you wouldn't agree." Master Xuanmiao turned his gaze to Rong Yan. A boy? Forget it, a girl would be more pleasing to raise.
Rong Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he was genuinely afraid that his master would give him away.
The Mysterious Immortal sipped his tea, secretly chuckling, "Silly boy."
"It's been years since we last met, junior brother, what brings you here?" The two chatted casually.
Lin Yueyao and Rong Yan sat down and listened to their teachers chatting casually.
"I just happened to be passing by and took a look, but I never expected that my senior brother would be living such a comfortable life." He put down his teacup. "With two handsome disciples on either side of you, it's truly enviable."
"We've gotten back to this topic," Xuan Tong quickly changed the subject.
Xuanmiao then got down to business, “A few years ago, I settled in the capital and was invited by the Crown Prince to become one of his retainers.”
“That year, a demon appeared in the palace. I was ordered to exorcise the demon and drive the evil spirit out of the palace.” He paused, then said, “Just a few years later, for some reason, that evil spirit reappeared in the palace.”
He composed himself and thought to himself: The fate of this empire is sealed.
“Speaking of which, the royal lineage has quite a connection with my master,” Lin Yueyao said.
Master Xuantong thought to himself, "That was my secular name, which was hundreds of years ago."
"So you're a descendant of my senior brother," Master Xuanmiao sighed softly.
The secular name of Xuan Tong Zhenren is Li Mian. He is the ancestor of the current emperor. Xuan Tong Zhenren's ancestors came from the Longling Mountain lineage and were hunters in the mountains.
The two magical artifacts nurtured by Dragon Spirit Mountain are the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart and the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Mirror. They carry the spiritual energy of the dragon vein, which has differentiated into the true dragon energy of the monarch.
Cultivating immortality requires abandoning distracting thoughts and detaching oneself from worldly affairs, but Master Xuantong does not adhere to those old customs.
"If that's the case, why has that demon returned?" Master Xuantong continued to ask.
"It's for the emperor. That fox demon must have fallen in love," sighed the Mysterious Immortal, finishing his tea.
Upon hearing this, Rong Yan suddenly stood up and said, "What is Master's business is my business. I volunteer to exorcise the demon and serve Master."
Master Xuantong had reservations. "You... your small frame is too small. Let the adults handle the demon-slaying."
Xuanmiao squinted, seemingly lost in thought.
Rong Yan patted his chest and assured him, "Master, please rest assured, your disciple is already capable of handling things on his own."
Lin Yueyao remained silent. That fox demon was Shangguan Zhi, who had been calling her "Fox Demon Sister" before, but now she had turned on her. She couldn't understand Rong Yan.
“I think it’s feasible. This child has good potential, and it would be a good opportunity for him to hone his skills,” Master Xuanmiao exclaimed. “Senior brother, then let him go.”
"If you're still worried, send another helper along."
Benben, who was munching on a peach in the peach grove outside the door, sneezed several times. Who was talking badly about him?
Master Xuantong smiled. It was indeed difficult to interfere in worldly affairs. It would be inconvenient to send anyone to handle this matter. Sending Rong Yan would be the most suitable option.
“My beloved student will go too.”
Lin Yueyao remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
The Mysterious Immortal gave them some instructions, and the two left the Literary Garden Hall.
They had to set off now. Lin Yueyao went back to the side hall to pack her luggage and waited for Rong Yan in the men's quarters.
Rong Yan packed his things and came out, then followed Lin Yueyao to the outside of the mountain gate.
Before they could even set off, the two immortals, Xuan Tong and Xuan Miao, shouted from a high place, "Don't forget this."
A small black dot fell from the sky, slowly growing larger in front of us. As the shouts grew louder, Benben's limbs, which had been thrashing about in the air, suddenly sank into the ground.
It formed a large, wolf-shaped crater.
Benben climbed out of the pit, shook off the dirt, and said, "Don't even think about getting rid of me."
The two people and the demon set off. Before they left, the Mysterious Immortal explained that although the emperor had been taken out of the palace by the fox demon that year, he was found by the crowd for some reason and had been in a state of constant distress ever since. The crown prince was deposed by the officials because he used demonic magic extensively in the Golden Palace.
The emperor's health deteriorated, and the court gradually fell under the control of the princess.
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