Celestial Realm, Mysterious Frost Palace.
Ten cultivators who had been selected through multiple rounds of trials gathered at the Xuanxin Palace.
The final test—becoming an apprentice.
Immortal cultivation relies on a serendipity; the immortal lords of each peak will choose their favorite disciples to cultivate with.
Those cultivators who are not selected can also become independent cultivators and go to the Heavenly Palace for intensive cultivation, but their advancement speed will be much slower.
Beneath the Ice Lotus Throne, cultivators rubbed their hands together, using every trick in the book to demonstrate their advantages, fearing they would become rogue cultivators.
Qingzhi Immortal Lord raised his hand and conjured a Hundred Herbs Spirit Realm in his palm, judging the cultivator's opportunities by the reactions of the immortal herbs.
As he approached Ming Teng, the immortal herbs within the spiritual realm trembled violently.
Qingzhi looked at the extremely handsome man in front of her.
His eyebrows were sharp and pointed, his eyes were long and narrow, and his dark brown pupils occasionally emitted a dark golden light.
He is none other than Ming Teng, the Golden Serpent Demon Lord who will rule the Demon Realm in the future.
If we can temper his character and guide him towards goodness, preventing him from falling into evil ways...
Qingzhi suddenly looked up and put away the Hundred Herbs Spirit Realm in her hand.
She has truly been reborn!
Qingzhi frowned deeply.
In her past life, she had a moment of weakness and took Ming Teng as her disciple, teaching him by her side.
Hopefully, he can mend his ways and not go astray.
But he not only remained obstinate and fell into demonic ways, but also trapped her in the demon realm.
He said he wanted to marry her and make her his demon queen.
absurd!
Shameless!
How could a dignified first-level immortal lord associate with the demon race?
Qingzhi feigned agreement, but in reality, she was tipping off her colleague.
The day of their wedding will be the day the celestial realm wipes out the demon realm.
Unfortunately, her plan was discovered in advance by Ming Teng's subordinates. In order to protect Ming Teng, those treacherous brats drugged Qing Zhi and threw her into the forbidden area of Liuwang Prison in the Demon Realm.
The Liuwang Prison imprisons powerful magical beasts from ancient times, and Qingzhi, with her cultivation level, is no match for them.
On her deathbed, she heard a familiar voice.
It's Master.
Her master was willing to give her a chance to choose.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the apprenticeship ceremony, before Ming Teng was chosen.
Her master hadn't lied to her after all!
Qingzhi cleared her throat, quickly left Mingteng, and stopped at Cangyue standing to his right.
"I choose Cangyue to be my disciple."
Before he finished speaking, a golden incantation floated in the air and landed beneath the historian's scroll.
The incantation was cast, and the contract was formed.
Cang Yue respectfully bowed to Qing Zhi, "Master, please accept my bow."
"No need for formalities. From now on, you will focus on your cultivation at my Hundred Herbs Peak."
Qingzhi patted Cangyue on the shoulder with satisfaction.
She remembered that among these cultivators, the one who made the fastest progress in cultivation was Cang Yue.
In this life, she must devote herself to cultivation and never let her master down.
Soon, the other immortal lords also chose their disciples.
Only Ming Teng remained standing alone at the entrance of the main hall.
He didn't care whether he was chosen or not, and was about to accept the title of rogue cultivator.
But then, Changming Immortal Lord, who had been sitting on the Ice Lotus Throne with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
"Where is Lady Fu Yuxian? Why hasn't she arrived yet?"
The Immortal Lord Wuxia, who was guarding the throne, reported softly: "Master, my junior sister was greedy last night and secretly drank your peach blossom wine. She has not woken up yet."
"Ha, with her alcohol tolerance, a mere jar of peach blossom wine..."
"There are twelve jars."
Peach Blossom Wine is made by soaking jade peach blossoms that bloom only once every three hundred years on the sacred mountain in the dew of Tianchi Lake, and it takes five hundred years to brew a single jar.
Even the Immortal Lord Changming usually couldn't bear to drink it.
Changming had always turned a blind eye to Fu Yu's act of secretly drinking peach blossom wine.
Who told her to be his most beloved apprentice?
Twelve jars...
A total of twelve jars...
Changming's white eyebrows, which reached down to his earlobes, trembled uncontrollably.
He looked at Ming Teng, and gently swept his whisk in his direction.
A majestic voice echoed throughout the hall.
"From now on, Fu Yu will be your master. Go and find her."
Pay, jade...
Ming Teng silently repeated these two words in his heart.
His deep eyes, unreadable, closed slightly.
Upon hearing her master's command, Qingzhi's face showed a hint of confusion.
In his previous life, Fu Yu was Cang Yue's master.
Fu Yu cultivated the Dao of Non-Action and adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards Cang Yue. Even so, Cang Yue still made rapid progress and became the person with the highest cultivation level and the fastest to advance to the Immortal Lord among his peers.
In this life, Qingzhi stole Fuyu's apprentice.
But she never intended to burden her junior sister with the troublesome Ming Teng!
Qingzhi bit her lip, unsure whether she should ask her master to retract his order.
But since it was Master's decision, there must be a reason for it.
My junior sister is lazy by nature, and I guess she probably only sees Ming Teng a few times a year.
Moreover, the formations that my junior sister mainly cultivates do not provide any benefit to the Nether Vine, unlike her, who, with just one auxiliary cultivation of pill refining, has attracted many immortal lords from the Heavenly Palace.
Not to mention her beauty, which made the male immortals in the Heavenly Palace infatuated with her and want to become her Daoist partners.
What can Ming Teng gain by imprisoning Fu Yu?
Qingzhi thought of countless reasons that forced her to give up telling the truth.
This time, she only cares about herself and will not be soft-hearted again.
I will never again sacrifice myself for the safety of the common people or for the cultivation of my colleagues.
After the apprenticeship ceremony, the cultivators returned to their temporary dormitories to pack their belongings.
Ming Teng had nothing with him. After leaving the Xuanxin Hall, he followed the guidance of his fellow Daoist and headed towards Xuanbing Peak, where his master, Fu Yu, resided.
Suddenly, a light stone struck his back.
At the same time, the cultivator who walked in front of him stretched out his leg and deliberately tripped Ming Teng.
Unlike those from orthodox cultivation families, Ming Teng was a demon, specifically a copper snake with the lowest magical power in the demon realm.
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