Let's enjoy the spring wine to the fullest.
The Misty Sect does not adhere to conventional etiquette. After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, the eldest disciple led Rong Yan into the mountain to register his name.
He carried the clothes into the disciples' quarters, a quiet and secluded room with a peach tree slowly blooming in the courtyard.
Pushing open the door, I entered the room, which had been uninhabited for a long time and lacked a sense of warmth and life.
After carefully cleaning, he stood by the window, admiring the flowers and willows in the courtyard, a scene of intoxicating spring beauty.
Looking at herself in coarse linen clothes, she felt it was inappropriate to pay respects to her master and senior sister. Xiao Yan'er got up and went outside to fetch water. The house was fully furnished, and a bath tub was already prepared.
Having followed Mr. and Mrs. Wu An for many years, he had long since learned to be self-reliant and how to take care of himself.
After bathing, he changed into the robes of a disciple of the Misty Sect, hung up the talisman given to him by his master, and followed the instructions to reach the Wenyuan Hall.
The hall was empty. He wandered around, his mind preoccupied with his senior sister's injuries, and called out.
"Master, Senior Sister, are you there?"
With no response from either side, and knowing it wouldn't be wise to barge in rashly, Xiao Yan'er worried and headed towards a small path outside the palace.
Behind the palace was a flower grove, and on a rock in the grove sat a middle-aged man with white hair and eyebrows.
Little Yan'er spoke, her voice still childish, "Master."
Master Xuantong slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Little disciple Yan, come sit next to your master." He patted the empty space beside him and dusted off non-existent dust with his sleeve.
Rong Yan stopped in place, looking somewhat shy. He shuffled down onto the rock and sat down, his bottom instantly going numb.
Only then did I realize that it wasn't a flat rock, but a jade stool. I curiously reached out and touched it; it was icy cold.
"This is called the Cold Jade Bed. You can lie down and sleep on it whenever you want, or you can meditate on it. It's good for nourishing your spiritual veins," Master Xuantong patiently explained. "I'll have someone move it into your room later as a small gift for you."
"This is too precious, I dare not accept it." He subconsciously refused, unable to imagine that such a good thing would be left to him. "Besides, my senior sister is injured, she needs this more than I do."
"Your senior sister isn't used to sleeping on this, so please accept it, little disciple. You are all my good disciples, would I be biased?" The cold jade bed was bone-chillingly cold. Lin Yueyao was born with a fire elemental root, which clashed with her attributes. In addition, she was afraid of the cold, so she never used it.
With that said, he inquired about Lin Yueyao's injuries, "Isn't Senior Sister here?"
“I called your senior sister to Medicine King Valley. She was injured and left with scars. She also said something like, ‘I’m not getting married, so why should I care?’”
It has nothing to do with getting married. The old man was just concerned about her. Lin Yueyao knew she was in the wrong, but she didn't want to let him down, so she went to Medicine King Valley to get medicine.
They should be back by now.
The master and disciple talked for a while, and then Lin Yueyao returned to the mountain and went straight to the back hall.
Her fiery red dress was more beautiful than any flower, and her beauty stood out among the blossoms.
Lin Yueyao's expression was cold and ruthless. As she approached, the frost on her face disappeared, and she said respectfully, "Master, I'm back."
"Hmm, she looks much better." Master Xuantong looked her up and down. Her neck was flawless, and there were no visible scars.
Rong Yan jumped down and landed, bowing respectfully, "Senior Sister."
Lin Yueyao gave a soft "hmm," her voice weak and hoarse, and said to Master Xuantong, "If Master has nothing else to say, I'll head back now."
"Go." Xuan Tong nodded slowly. The master and disciple watched her leave, Rong Yan staring blankly, lost in thought, "Did you leave because of my senior sister?"
"Don't overthink it, Yan Tu. This girl has always been like this. You'll understand her personality in the future." Master Xuantong comforted him, and then taught him a few sets of cultivation techniques. "In the days to come, try to study the mental techniques. If you have any questions, ask your senior sister, or you can come to me."
"This disciple has remembered."
Rong Yan left, wandered around, and returned to the disciples' residence just as his fellow disciples were moving the Cold Jade Bed into the room.
"Thank you, senior brother. Let me do it."
Several people worked together to place the cold jade bed. He smiled and saw them out the door. He returned to the hut, embraced his heart to study the martial arts, and fell into a deep sleep.
After returning from Medicine King Valley, Song Qingyun finished his class and deliberately waited in the traffic.
Lin Yueyao immediately stopped and looked at him coldly.
Song Qingyun smiled faintly, his eyes seeming to dart away, "Junior Sister Yueyao."
"Senior brother, please speak frankly." She waited quietly. She still had to report back to the sect leader about the Painted Skin Demon causing trouble and harming the people.
"That day, if it weren't for my junior sister, I really would have..." He felt embarrassed, his cheeks slightly flushed and hot. "In short, I am very grateful to my junior sister."
She was open-minded and simply said, "There's no need for this between us. I saved you out of brotherly affection. Senior brother, you don't need to worry about it."
"Brotherly affection? Is that all?" His eyes were downcast, and the joy on his face faded slightly. Lin Yueyao spoke frankly, "What do you think is the reason, Senior Brother?"
She had no interest in romantic relationships and had no plans to pursue them. "It's getting late. If you have nothing else to do, senior brother, you should go back and check on your junior sister."
“I heard that she has been sleeping poorly these past few days, suffering from nightmares every day.”
"Junior Sister, please wait." He called out to her, his eyes lingering on her red-clad figure. "Next month is my father's birthday, and envoys from all the major sects will be attending the banquet. Would you like to come with me, Junior Sister?"
"We'll see." Although she didn't refuse, she didn't agree either, still giving Song Qingyun hope.
"Okay, I'll wait for news from my junior sister."
Following her instructions, Song Qingyun headed towards the courtyard where his junior sister was.
Lingfang couldn't sleep. That day, she was rescued from a hallucination by her senior brother. He asked her anxiously how she was, but the senior brother in the hallucination was so vicious that he seemed to be right in front of her, so much so that she still harbored resentment. She pushed him away and said, "Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I want to be alone."
After returning home, she was plagued by nightmares every night, which became an inescapable shadow.
Being entangled in worldly affairs is a major taboo for cultivators. She also knew that all so-called illusions were fake, all of them were imposters disguised as demons.
She was head over heels in love with her senior brother, but his heart was completely set on Lin Yueyao. She couldn't help but reminisce about everything that had happened in her hallucinations.
It wasn't until the sect leader personally came to visit her and offered her guidance that she felt much more at ease.
Hearing that her senior was coming to visit her, she looked listless, but was secretly delighted.
Song Qingyun cooked rice porridge and carried the food box to her room.
Lingfang sat on the bed, her face slightly pale, staring at him resentfully. He sat down casually, opened the food box, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.
"I made some porridge, junior sister, please have some."
Lingfang's eyes stung with tears, she was deeply moved, and she couldn't help but shed a tear, "I want my senior brother to feed me."
He couldn't do anything with her, and since he doted on her like a younger sister, he reluctantly agreed, "Okay."
She opened her lips, and Song Qingyun carefully fed her rice porridge, spoonful by spoonful. The junior sister thought to herself triumphantly, "Senior brother is mine, and no one can take him away from me in this lifetime."
After being fed a lot, he regained his energy. Lingfang explained why she had been keeping the door closed to him these past few days: "I've been angry with my senior brother, even though he's innocent, I'm just angry."
The junior sister said angrily, "Senior brother doesn't know, you were not nice to me at all in the illusion, and you even bullied me, especially Lin..." The more she spoke, the more choked up she became, feeling more and more aggrieved, but she didn't want to reveal too much.
"Alright, alright, it's all my fault." He put down the porcelain bowl and gently patted her back. Before she knew it, his junior sister had buried herself in his arms.
The junior sister sobbed, tears soaking her clothes, pouring out her endless grievances. She lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes blurred with tears, and said, "I want my senior brother to promise me that he will treat me well for the rest of his life."
"I promise you, I will treat my junior sister well for the rest of my life." He patiently coaxed her for a while.
The junior sister wiped away her tears and, under his care, lay back down, still feeling unsatisfied.
"You should rest well. Your senior brother will come to see you again in a few days."
"Mmm." The junior sister lay down, her usual gloom gone, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
When I woke up, it was already pitch black.
"Ah-xiu—"
Waking up from the cold, Xiao Rongyan sniffled, rubbed his arms, and rummaged through his clothes.
The disciples of the Misty Sect were fully clothed, inside and out. He found his nightgown and compared it to his clothes. The sleeves were a bit long and the trouser legs were a bit short. It didn't seem to fit him well at all.
The cold jade bed made him shiver and his liver tremble. He immediately put on his clothes, the nightgown adapting to his body shape and stretching to fit him perfectly.
Now he wouldn't feel cold sleeping on the jade bed, but in the latter half of the night, Xiao Rongyan kept sneezing.
Unable to fall asleep no matter what, he simply sat up and opened the martial arts manual his master had given him.
The old man was very well-prepared. His cultivation method covered the foundation of immortality and he divided cultivators into these levels: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Mahayana.
Behind each of these levels lies the foundation of spiritual roots. Only with spiritual roots can one refine spiritual energy, and ascending to the celestial realm after passing the Mahayana stage is the attainment of immortal energy.
Xiao Rongyan, with only a vague understanding and a dazed look, opened one of the books, "The Records of the Immortal Kui Ning".
The book records the history between the immortal sects and the demon race. A thousand years ago, four people emerged from humble beginnings and were known as the Four Immortals of Shenyang. They each founded their own sects.
The sect leader of the Misty Sect is one of the Four Immortals and the current sect leader. When he joined the sect, he already knew that the sect leader was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Among the Four Immortals of Shenyang, only Rong Nianci, the master of Futu Mountain, possessed the cultivation of the Mahayana stage, and her ascension to the rank of Immortal was imminent. However, she had an affair with the Holy Venerable of the Ten Thousand Demons Clan. War between the two races was imminent. To quell the conflict, Rong Nianci sacrificed her own cultivation, failing her tribulation, while the Holy Venerable of the Demon Clan died for love.
At this point, the two tribes ceased hostilities and recuperated for more than ten years.
After finishing the book, Xiao Rongyan closed it and silently thought to himself, "The cultivation level of the Mahayana stage is enough to reach the Heavenly Realm. How terrifying must that be?"
As far as he knew, his master was at the late stage of the Golden Core realm, and his senior sister was at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, about to form her Golden Core.
Thinking of this, Rong Yan, who could no longer fall asleep, got up and began to meditate, following the techniques in the book.
He worked tirelessly day and night. When he opened his eyes, his vision was bright, and his body and limbs were very light. The turbid air dissipated, and a kind of aura lingered around him.
After school, he couldn't wait to return to the cabin and recite the mnemonic he had copied down in class.
The sword lying motionless on the ground twitched, struggled for a moment, and then fell silent.
He tried again, but it was the same. Although he had some spiritual power, he still couldn't activate the spiritual artifact.
Does the magical artifact refuse to obey his commands?
Puzzled, he first went to Lin Yueyao and told her the truth.
Lin Yueyao was clearly impatient. "It's all in the book, there's no need to ask me."
"But I still don't understand. Can you help me, senior sister?" Xiao Yan'er asked earnestly, her head drooping.
Lin Yueyao, right in front of him, manipulated her magical artifact, which followed him like a shadow and changed shape at will, saying, "Follow my lead."
Xiao Rongyan followed suit, but the sword in his hand seemed to have lost its soul, becoming a useless piece of iron.
That's strange. She stood up leisurely, and a wisp of fire-attribute spiritual energy flowed into Rong Yantian's crown chakra to examine the changes within her body, but she found nothing.
"Come with me."
His senior sister walked very fast, and he couldn't keep up, but she showed no intention of stopping.
Upon arriving at Shuiyuntai, Lin Yueyao explained the whole story to the steward before entering the main hall.
In the center of the main hall, there is a pool of water, which flows continuously from the sky. The pool is so deep that it is unfathomable and leads to the underworld.
Rong Yan was completely confused. Lin Yueyao took his hand and put it into the water. The coldness of the pool made Rong Yan shiver.
After a long silence, Lin Yueyao said, "How strange."
Why is there no reaction? The Water Cloud Platform is a procedure that every disciple must go through upon entering the mountain. Its purpose is to examine the disciple's spiritual root attributes so that they can choose the appropriate sect to cultivate under.
When she first became a disciple, it was the old man who led her here.
The junior brother didn't check his spiritual root; the old man must have forgotten.
If the spiritual root is fire, blood-red water will flow from the source above the pool.
The junior apprentice had nothing, one hand was still in the water, his eyes were innocent, but contained a hidden worry about the unknown situation, and he didn't say a word.
Lin Yueyao immediately said, "Come with me to see Master."
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