Half an hour later, Lingzhou arrived at the location of the disciple-recruiting conference, and Qingyu and the others woke up.
Leng Yan had been ordered by Wen Shi not to use her spiritual power, so she had no choice but to hold up an umbrella to keep out the rain. Leng Yan raised her head slightly and looked at the palace in the distance.
When everyone in the hall saw Wen Shishi, they all bowed to him and saluted. Wen Shishi didn't even look at them and walked to the highest position with a cold look.
Seeing that Wen Shi ignored them, everyone quietly looked up and saw a stunning woman following behind Wen Shi. After seeing the woman's back, everyone understood that Master Wen had come with his disciples.
Wen Shi sat down at the highest seat and looked at the people below who had not yet stood up. He said calmly, "Sit down."
Everyone straightened up and returned to their seats. Wen Shi called Leng Yan to sit next to him. From there, Leng Yan could clearly see what was happening below with just a glance. He could even see the expressions on the faces of those people.
At this time, only the sect masters and heads of the various sects were in the hall, and there were no disciples who came to pay homage to them. Leng Yan was a little curious about what was happening outside.
She stood up and told Wen Shi that she wanted to go outside. Wen Shi wanted to go with Leng Yan, but as the strongest person in the cultivation world, the sect masters and elders under him were always watching him, so he couldn't leave. So Wen Shi called the servants waiting in the hall and asked her to go with Leng Yan.
The attendant respectfully led Leng Yan out of the hall, not even daring to look up at what Leng Yan looked like. Leng Yan followed behind her, holding an umbrella with an ink painting on it, and walked towards the place where the disciples who came to become apprentices had their spiritual roots tested.
When Leng Yan arrived, she saw several long queues with children lining up in what seemed like the endless queues, waiting to have their spiritual roots tested.
The children's eyes were full of curiosity, longing and yearning, and they turned their heads to look around.
When Leng Yan appeared here, she was seen by many children. They looked at Leng Yan with surprise, longing, admiration, love and admiration. Suddenly, the whole place was in an uproar.
The disciples who were measuring the spirit stones turned around following the children's gaze and saw Leng Yan standing behind them. They immediately bowed and saluted Leng Yan.
The disciples here were all from the most powerful sects in the world of cultivation, so they all recognized Leng Yan. The disciples of Qingyuan Sect did not come because Wen Shi thought it was beneath their dignity for them to do such a lowly thing.
Leng Yan simply nodded slightly, then walked to the side with the attendant behind him. After Leng Yan left, the disciples withdrew their gazes, but their faces and ears were red.
Leng Yan took the servant to a more secluded corner. The servant looked at Leng Yan, not knowing what she was going to do but she didn't dare to ask. She just stood quietly behind Leng Yan with her head lowered.
Leng Yan stood there for a while before she heard a noise in the distance. She looked up and saw a few children pushing a child with dirty clothes towards her.
The group of children pushed the dirty child to the ground. Leng Yan was standing in a position where he could see the situation clearly, but those people could not see him.
Leng Yan just watched quietly as the group of children insulted and bullied the child, with no intention of stepping forward to stop them.
The attendant behind her carefully raised her head to look at Leng Yan's face, then froze for a moment, with only one thought in her mind: What a beautiful woman. Her face flushed, and then she immediately lowered her head after realizing what was happening.
He asked Leng Yan in a very soft voice: "Sir, do you want me to stop them?" Leng Yan said without any fluctuation in his tone: "No need."
Then the two of them continued to stand there and watch the group of children. Finally, the children got tired of fighting, so they snorted at the dirty child lying on the ground and left.
Leng Yan saw the child lying motionless on the ground, so she walked out with her attendants. After all, the child was already halfway through the play, and if she didn't leave, the play would be in vain.
Xiao Xuanxi slowly crawled up from the ground. He calculated the distance the man had walked. Just as he was half-kneeling on the ground, he saw a flash of white. He lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.
At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice sounded in front of him: "Are you okay?" Xiao Xuanxi looked up and met a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He thought: "This must be a god. If there are gods in the world, gods should look like this!"
At this moment, the two of them stared at each other through the rain. One of them was kneeling on the ground, filthy and soaked by the rain. The other stood, exuding an aloof air, dressed in gorgeous clothes and holding an umbrella over his head. There was a beautiful sense of fate.
Then he heard his own voice: "It's okay." Leng Yan's voice sounded again: "What's your name?" Xiao Xuanxi answered in a low voice: "Xiao Xuanxi."
Leng Yan nodded, then turned around and left with her attendant, holding her umbrella. Xiao Xuanxi only saw a piece of white clothing, and then the faint snow lotus fragrance that enveloped him disappeared.
Xiao Xuanxi looked up and saw that Leng Yan had already left the rain. The light mist rising around her gave her an ethereal and mysterious feeling. He didn't look away until Leng Yan disappeared from his sight. Then he stood up and walked towards the place where the spiritual roots were tested. His goal had been achieved.
Leng Yan walked straight towards the hall with his attendant. The attendant lowered his head and saw that the bottom of Leng Yan's cloak was dirty due to the splashing water, and there was some mud on the soles of her shoes.
The servant quietly asked Leng Yan if she wanted her to help clean the stains on her cloak and shoes. Leng Yan thanked her and stood there, letting the servant help her clean up.
The attendant used a Qingchen Jue to help Leng Yan remove the stains on her body, and then followed Leng Yan into the hall.
The atmosphere in the hall was inexplicably depressing. When Leng Yan came in, Wen Shi's smiling voice was heard: "Yan'er is back." As soon as these words were spoken, the depressing atmosphere around them suddenly became a little more lively. The servant lowered his head and returned to his original place to stand.
When Leng Yan looked up at Wen Shi, she could feel the eyes of everyone in the hall on her, but they didn't dare to look at her for too long. They just glanced at her and then quickly looked away, as if they were afraid of something.
Leng Yan collected his thoughts and walked towards his original position on the platform. Not long after Leng Yan sat down, children were brought in by disciples one after another.
Those children were all top-notch talent. They looked around curiously, their eyes filled with longing and confusion for the future. Seeing the numerous immortals sitting in the hall, they all seemed very reserved, standing quietly and not daring to move.
Their eyes wandered around, and when they saw Leng Yan on the high platform, they were stunned. Children all like beautiful things. Just like at this moment, the children's eyes that fell on Leng Yan were full of love.
When Wen Shi met those gazes, he frowned somewhat unhappily. When the children saw Wen Shi's gloomy expression, they immediately looked away.
After waiting for a long time, a disciple came to say that all the good seedlings this year were here. Leng Yan looked around and saw more than 30 children standing in the hall. At the same time, Leng Yan heard someone say that there were too few good seedlings this year.
Wen Shi still had an indifferent look on his face. After all, he had no plans to accept any more disciples. Leng Yan was the only disciple he wanted.
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