Leng Yan stood up straight in front of Wen Shi and asked coldly: "Wen Shi, don't change the subject."
Wen Shi tilted his head and smiled, saying: "Yan'er, you should have the right attitude when asking for help! Besides, what good will it be for me to give you the lamp?" As he spoke, he stared at Leng Yan.
Leng Yan looked at him and asked, "What do you want?" Wen Shi appeared behind Leng Yan again and said, "Yan'er, stay by my side and I'll give you the lamp. How about that?"
Leng Yan frowned and said, "No, I still have to teach Zhi Rong how to practice." Wen Shi smiled and said, "It's okay, I can let Qingyu and the others teach her."
Seeing that Leng Yan was about to speak again, Wen Shi said slowly: "Of course other conditions are also possible." Then he moved closer to Leng Yan and whispered something in her ear. Seeing Leng Yan's face change as he wished, he stepped back with satisfaction.
Leng Yan looked at Wen Shi and said, "Wen Shi, do you know anything about shame?" Wen Shi smiled helplessly and said, "Yan'er, what is shame?"
Leng Yan felt like hitting someone again. Finally, she turned and left Qingfeng Hall. Wen Shi's smiling voice came from behind her: "Master Yan'er will wait for you to consider it. Come and tell me when you have made up your mind."
Leng Yan returned to her own courtyard. Wen Shi, in the Qingfeng Hall, sat back down after Leng Yan left, feeling quite cheerful. That evening, a disciple entered the hall to light the lamps. Upon seeing the slap mark on Wen Shi's face, he lowered his head and hurried out.
After leaving the hall, I couldn't help but speculate. The senior sister came this evening, and judging from the slap mark, she must have used 100% of her strength. What happened between the senior sister and the sect leader that the senior sister, who had such a cold personality, actually hit the sect leader, and the sect leader didn't look angry at all. What was going on between the two of them?
The disciple was puzzled but did not dare to tell others and ask what was going on. After all, if this matter got out, the sect leader's punishment would be inevitable. Thinking of this, he could only suppress his curiosity.
Leng Yan returned to the courtyard and began to teach Zhi Rong swordsmanship the next day. Zhi Rong was very talented, so Leng Yan demonstrated it once and then let her practice swordsmanship in the courtyard by herself. Qin Du hid in the house because of what happened yesterday and didn't dare to come out.
When Zhirong was practicing sword, Leng Yan sat aside thinking about something. Zhirong saw it but did not disturb her, but continued practicing sword.
However, today, there was already a huge uproar in the Qingyuanzong Square. When everyone saw Wen Shi appear with a slap mark on his face, the whole place was silent, so quiet that one could hear the sound of the wind blowing.
Wen Shi seemed oblivious to their gazes and allowed them to continue their sparring as usual. But everyone was curious about where the slap mark on his face came from.
So they discussed the matter absentmindedly but couldn't help thinking about the slap mark in their hearts.
At this time, an elder said cautiously: "Master Wen, you accidentally fell on your face while walking." After saying that, he looked at Wen nervously, afraid that this ancestor would be unhappy and slap himself to death.
Although he knew that it was impossible for Wen Shi to fall down with his current level of cultivation, this was all he could say for now.
Just when the man was feeling uneasy, Wen Shi smiled and said, "No, I was slapped." Everyone was silent. How should we respond?
They knew Wen Shi was crazy, mentally ill, and shameless. But they didn't know he was so shameless! If they had known, they wouldn't have asked.
Also, why are you so honest? It makes us look stupid. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wen Shi’s face didn’t show any displeasure. Fortunately, this ancestor wasn’t angry.
Then he looked at Qingyu and the others with some pity. It was really hard for them to make a living under such a mentally ill sect leader. Then he thought about how his cultivation level was not as high as that of a mentally ill person, and his defense was broken even more.
At this moment, Qingyu and the others' expressions were not good. They knew where the slap mark on Wen Shi's face came from. He was the only one in the sect who slapped Wen Shi and got away with it. Seeing Wen Shi's smug expression, they instantly felt their fists stiffen, but their cultivation level was not as high as Wen Shi's, which made them even angrier.
Leng Yan and the others didn't know all this. After Leng Yan taught Zhi Rong a set of sword techniques, she also gave her several sword manuals. Zhi Rong happily thanked Leng Yan and then took them.
At noon, Leng Yan brought Zhi Rong into his room. After entering the room, Leng Yan set up a formation, then looked at Zhi Rong and said, "Zhi Rong, come here."
Zhi Rong immediately went over and stood beside Leng Yan. Then Leng Yan pointed a spiritual power at her forehead. As the spiritual power entered her body, Zhi Rong's face began to change and she looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old.
Zhi Rong saw a trace of panic flashing in Leng Yan's eyes. She lowered her head and called softly: "Master."
Leng Yan looked at the girl in front of him and said helplessly: "Zhi Rong, you shouldn't have scared your junior uncle." Zhi Rong immediately said after hearing this: "Master, I was wrong."
Leng Yan waved her hand and said, "Nothing." Then she got to the point and said, "I remember that the Wu clan always stays away from the world. How come you came out?"
The Witch Clan is a legendary race in the world of cultivation. They are somewhat similar to the Spirit Clan but also different. The Witch Clan usually only appears when the world is about to fall into chaos.
Another reason the Wu Clan stays away from the world is that they possess a pair of spiritual eyes that can see through people's disguises and their true colors. Some with high talent can even see the deepest secrets of others. Meanwhile, the Spirit Clan can predict the future, but how much they can predict depends on their talent.
Therefore, as long as the Wu clan and its spirit clan appear in the world of cultivation, they will be targeted by countless people.
Seeing that Leng Yan knew this, Zhi Rong knew that she could no longer hide it, so she said, "The clan leader asked me to come. He said that the world is about to fall into chaos and that you, Master, are the savior and asked me to come and help you."
Leng Yan asked, "Chief, are you the Saint of your tribe?" Zhi Rong nodded. Leng Yan continued to ask, "Then how did you find me?"
Zhi Rong pointed to the location of Leng Yan's heart and said: "Master, there is the aura of that place in your heart, and it is very strong. I followed this aura to find you."
Leng Yan nodded to indicate that she understood, and then the two chatted about some other things. Zhi Rong then returned to her childish appearance and went out, leaving Leng Yan alone in the room, lost in thought.
She doesn't have much time left, and she needs to arrange everything in the next period of time.
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In the evening, a disciple came to look for Leng Yan, saying that the master had called her. Leng Yan went without much hesitation. When she stepped into the hall, she met Wen Shi's smiling eyes. Wen Shi smiled and asked, "Yan'er, what have you thought about?"
Leng Yan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I agree to your terms." Wen Shi's eyebrows lit up instantly when he said this. Leng Yan didn't pay much attention to him and just said, "You can give me the lamp now."
Wen Shi handed her the lamp without hesitation, then said with a smile: "Since that's the case, Yan'er will stay in Qingfeng Palace from today!"
Leng Yan said nothing. She took the soul lamp and sat at the desk nearby to study it. After she understood it, she placed Xing Luo and Mo Qinglan's souls inside to nurture them. Watching the two small souls circling each other, Leng Yan gradually became mesmerized and finally fell asleep with her head propped up.
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