Chapter 23 Penglai Island (Thirteen) “I would like to ask Uncle Yu to help me refine the elixir…
"Congratulations to Shaoyang Sect, and congratulations to Master Yuyin for accepting such a good disciple."
With one person taking the lead, the leaders of the other sects present all stood up to congratulate them. They all remarked on the Shaoyang Sect's unity, courage, and strategy, as well as other noteworthy qualities during the competition.
Of course, when someone is praised, someone else is criticized.
——The seat of the Wanjian Sect.
Jian Yangqiu and another disciple carried the stretcher. Zhao Ze was wrapped in white gauze, including his head. Only his exposed eyes could convey some of his emotions.
The team leader, Li Changjing, swung his sleeves and angrily declared, "You don't have to plead for him. Zhao Ze's actions in the secret realm were despicable and shameless. He has lost all conscience. He is unworthy of being a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
Zhao Ze's eyes widened, a sense of unfounded panic creeping into his heart. Li Changjing clearly distinguished between good and evil, and hated evil with an unwavering hatred. His actions had definitely crossed his line. If he had won the competition, he could still come up with an excuse to silence him. But after such a miscalculation, he was truly powerless to deal with this outcome.
He stammered, making strange noises in his throat. Jian Yangqiu leaned in closer to listen. Zhao Ze was right. He knew he was wrong and begged the elders to show mercy and not expel him from the Wanjian Sect.
"What is he saying?" Li Changjing asked.
Jian Yangqiu lowered his eyes to hide the turmoil in his emotions and said calmly, "To answer the elder, Senior Brother is crying out in pain."
"Hurt? Don't the disciples who were injured and maliciously humiliated by him feel any pain? He should learn this lesson!" Li Changjing glanced at him sideways and said unhappily, "I've recorded what happened in the secret realm using the photo stone. I'll send it back to the Wanjian Sect soon. I trust the Sect Master and the other elders will make the final decision."
Eyes gradually converged on the Wanjian Sect's seat. Li Changjing bowed to them, then bowed deeply. Lowering his posture, he spoke earnestly, "Everyone, Wanjian Sect disciple Zhao Ze has behaved inappropriately and cruelly, causing considerable harm to other disciples. I apologize."
"I promise you that when I return to the Wanjian Sect, I will punish him severely. The Wanjian Sect will also compensate him accordingly for his mistakes."
Having said that, the leaders of other sects could no longer get angry and their anger had mostly subsided.
The elder of the Hehuan Sect was the first to step forward to smooth things over: "With Elder Li's words, we feel at ease."
Elder Fazong said, "Elder Li is truly unlucky to have Zhao Ze."
Others agreed.
——The seat of Shaoyang Sect.
Yu Yongji handed the prepared wooden box to Yun Bujin, patted his shoulder, and smiled even more: "Well done, let's have a couple of drinks when we get home tonight."
Yun Bujin declined, saying, "Actually, the person who contributed the most to this plan was Junior Sister."
Qu Wanqing: "So, we unanimously decided to leave the Heavenly Ganoderma to Junior Sister."
Xu Feihuai nodded.
Yu Yongji looked at Zhu Ciying, and she refused without thinking much.
"It's impossible for me to win the competition with my own strength. We are a team, and logically, the prize should be divided equally."
The first place prizes include Ganoderma lucidum, a flying boat and a wish.
Yu Yongji said, "Sure. Divide the Heavenly Ganoderma into four parts and refine them into pills. Although their effectiveness will be greatly reduced, they are still enough to rival high-level pills. By the way, before you leave Penglai Island, do you have any wishes that I can help you fulfill?"
Qu Wanqing's eyes lit up. She was waiting for Yu Yongji to say this: "Yes, yes. Uncle Yu, I really like the cultural landscape of Penglai Island. Can I use the photo stone to record it?"
Yu Yongji laughed: "No problem."
Yun Bujin blushed slightly. "Uncle Yu, I heard that the Yue Lao Temple on Penglai Island is the most effective in the Thirty-Four States. I want to go and ask for two red ropes."
"You kid are actually still a lovesick person!" Yu Yongji looked him up and down with a teasing look, then took out a gold card and handed it to him, saying with a grin, "It's a small matter. With this card, you can use the Green Pass."
Xu Feihuai managed to utter two complete sentences, "Uncle Yu, I want to go to the pharmacy to get some medicine. Also, I want to go to the Spirit Beast Pavilion to buy some things."
Yu Yongji waved his hand and gave him a large bag of spirit stones: "If you don't have enough spirit stones, just tell me your name."
Finally, it was Zhu Ciying's turn. She said solemnly, "I'd like to ask Uncle Yu to help me refine the elixir."
Alchemy...
Yu Yongji looked embarrassed. "I'm afraid I can't fulfill this wish for you. The Yu family has a rule that since my grandfather's generation, the descendants of the Yu family no longer make elixirs."
What should I do then, senior brother?
Zhu Ciying bit her lower lip.
She risked her life to obtain the Seven-Leaf Fantasy Branch and the Golden Mysterious Flower in order to refine them into pills and then give them to Xie Rangchen to help him rebuild his spiritual roots.
In the Thirty-Four Provinces, only the Yu family had been refining pills for generations, and their techniques were unparalleled. Therefore, Uncle Yu was the best candidate. If even he couldn't help her, who could she turn to?
Yu Yin Zhenren comforted her, "Yingying, the Yu family does have this family rule. Now that we have the spiritual plant, it won't be too late to ask around and find someone to make the elixir later."
That's all we can do.
Just as Yu Yongji was about to ask her to change her wish, his jade slip suddenly flashed.
He clicked on the jade slip and saw the sender. His hand shook and he almost dropped it.
Grandfather sent a message that he wanted to see Zhu Ciying.
"Um, Yingying, can you come back to the Yu Mansion with me now? My grandfather said he wants to see you." he said.
"good."
Zhu Ciying passed by Xie Rangchen and stopped in his tracks: "Brother, are you feeling unwell? You look so pale."
Xie Rangchen leaned back in the wooden chair and squeezed out a bit of strength to say that he was fine.
Then the next moment, in his slightly shocked eyes, Zhu Ciying's hand touched his wrist pulse.
The purest and most refined spiritual power surged into his tired body without any explanation.
After just a moment, she let go.
He said seriously, "Don't catch a cold when you sleep."
She left with Yu Yongji, and Xie Rangchen stared at her back silently, his wrist still burning. Her spiritual power flowed like a stream from a mountain crevices, slowly flowing into his veins and dispelling his fatigue.
The heart trembled slightly.
Xie Rangchen curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the image of the girl using the flute as a sword and the sky full of white feather meteors at her disposal flashed through his mind.
*
Seeing Yu Yongji coming back at the door, the servant of the Yu Mansion hurriedly reported: "Master, the old master is waiting for you in the ancestral hall."
"knew."
Yu Yongji took Zhu Ciying straight to the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was located to the west of the Yu Mansion. The gate, made of golden nanmu wood, was opened with a gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
Yu Yongji and Zhu Ciying walked in one after another.
"Grandfather, I brought Yingying here."
The old man with his back to him responded, "Go out, I have something to say to her alone."
Yu Yongji and Zhu Ciying exchanged a glance: "Yingying, don't worry. Grandfather has a good temper and is easy to get along with. You don't have to be afraid."
Zhu Ciying nodded.
Yu Yongji closed the door when he went out.
"Tell me, why did you open your third eye?" The old man turned around and spoke.
His hair and beard were completely white, his face thin. His eyes were dark and bright, as if filled with life. At over three hundred years old, despite his age, his face was remarkably wrinkled.
You can vaguely see his youthful appearance.
Zhu Ciying had been mentally prepared, but when she actually saw his face, her eyes still moistened. Through a thin layer of mist, he overlapped with the teenage boy in her memory.
“Someone taught me,” she said.
Yu Haochu was slightly stunned. "The technique of opening the third eye was created by someone in my Yu family three hundred years ago. I have never taught it to anyone in the past, including Yu Yongji and his father. Now, apart from me, no one else can use it."
"So, who taught you?"
Zhu Ciying didn't answer immediately. She walked over to the long table where the spirit tablets were placed. With her left hand, she took three long incense sticks from the side, lit the incense flame with her right hand, raised them above her head, bowed three times, and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the spirit tablets.
Yu Haochu was not so old that his eyesight was blurry, so he could clearly see the words engraved on the spirit tablet, "My beloved daughter, Yu, whose maiden name was Feifei, was born in the lotus position in the west."
"You, you..." He opened his mouth in surprise.
Zhu Ciying took a deep breath and said, "The one who taught me the method of opening the third eye was Yu Feifei, a member of the Yu family."
Yu Haochu's slightly opened mouth could no longer be closed.
After a long time, two voices in the ancestral hall overlapped:
"My name is Zhu Ciying."
"You are Sister Zhu!"
Yu Haochu burst into tears: "That's great, that's great, you're not dead... I thought you died three hundred years ago..."
Yu Haochu's appearance has changed a lot in the past hundred years.
Zhu Ciying listened to him with mixed feelings.
After the war between immortals and demons, the master of Penglai Island personally went to Qingwei Sect. The blood and flesh scattered all over the ground dealt a heavy blow to his spirit.
From then on, his hair turned white overnight. Despite the clan's objections, he erected a memorial tablet for his daughter and placed it in the ancestral hall. Yu Haochu often heard coughing coming from his room in the middle of the night. Until one day, at a clan meeting, the island master coughed up blood, passed the position of head of the family to him, and then passed away early.
"My father actually loved my sister very much. Ever since she disagreed with him and secretly left Penglai Island, he's regretted it constantly. But because of pride, neither of them was willing to give in, and they didn't even get to see each other one last time."
Zhu Ciying sighed deeply in her heart: "Senior Sister must have regretted it before she passed away."
The sad atmosphere in the ancestral hall lingered for a long time.
Yu Haochu was used to grief and got over it early: "I wish you could survive, sister. I will be very happy."
"Haochu, except for the eldest brother, no one can survive under the hands of the Demon Lord." Zhu Ciying said truthfully.
Even though the truth hurt, she didn't want to lie to him.
The light of hope in Yu Haochu's eyes gradually faded.
Zhu Ciying continued, "For some unknown reason, I was reincarnated into this era and accidentally recovered my memories of my past life. That's why I was able to recognize you."
These three hundred years were the time she stole.
"No matter what, it's an opportunity for Sister Zhu." Yu Haochu sincerely hoped that she would turn the danger into safety.
He bowed to Yu Feifei's spirit tablet and said, "I hope that my sister's spirit in heaven can always bless me."
He said to Zhu Ciying: "If you need anything, I will do my best to help."
Zhu Ciying really needed his help with something: "I collected the Seven-Leaf Magic Branch and the Golden Mysterious Flower in adversity. I had previously wanted to ask the head of the Yu family for help in refining them into elixirs, but due to the rules of the Yu Mansion, I was unable to do so. Now, I need your help. Please be flexible and help me complete this task."
"Because there is someone very important to me who is waiting for this pill."
"That's not difficult." Yu Haochu called Yu Yongji and ordered him to prepare to refine the elixir as soon as possible.
"Grandfather, the Yu family can't make elixirs. Isn't that the rule you set?" Yu Yongji asked suspiciously. He was even more shocked. What on earth had Yingying said to his grandfather that made him, who was always rigid, break the rule he had set.
Yu Haochu laughed and kicked him: "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Haven't you heard this saying?"
"Yes, grandson understands." Yu Yongji supported his waist which was almost broken by the kick, walked towards the door step by step, and gave Zhu Ciying a look that said "You are worthy of it."
Zhu Ciying's heart finally calmed down.
She sat quietly in the ancestral hall for a while before leaving.
*
It was already evening when Yu Yin Zhenren, Qu Wanqing and their group returned to the Yu Mansion. Yu Yongji arranged for the servants to treat them to a meal and then headed straight back to the alchemy room.
"Master asked me to bring in some fermented rice wine. Please enjoy it, my dear guest."
The servants poured wine for Master Yuyin and Yun Bujin.
Qu Wanqing and Xu Feihuai were still drinking fruit wine with low alcohol content. When it was Zhu Ciying's turn, Xie Rangchen stopped the servants from pouring wine and took the initiative to pick up the teapot beside him to pour tea for her.
Qu Wanqing saw this and whispered to Xu Feihuai, "Junior brother, look, Senior Brother Jiang is so thoughtful."
Xu Feihuai was born with a keen sense of smell. When the girl leaned closer, he could smell the fragrance of her hair more clearly.
Then, he looked strange, a blush appeared on his fair face, and he nodded hesitantly: "Yeah."
The other side.
Zhu Ciying took a sip of tea and said, "Drinking tea at night, do you want to keep me awake all night?"
Xie Rangchen smiled and said, "I was inconsiderate. If you really can't fall asleep, I'll chat with you as an apology."
According to him, she will not be able to sleep tonight.
"I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."
When the meal was almost finished, Zhu Ciying took the initiative to leave and went back to her room to sleep.
Passing by the courtyard, she saw the swing and stopped to look at it from a distance for a moment. The corridor was pitch black, and her shadow was very long in the moonlight.
With just one step forward, she would step into the bright area, leading to the swing at the end of the doorway.
The swing that my senior sister once sat on.
But she didn't move.
Finally, it goes into the darker depths.
*
Hualong River.
A ball of white light gradually grew hands, feet, a head, and ears...
He lay on the river surface and saw his own figure through the clear water, with his nine white tails stretched out one by one.
The nine-tailed white fox looked towards the depths of Duqing Mountain and laughed viciously.
It is not so easy for a great demon with the cultivation level of Yuanying stage to die. That female cultivator is still too young.
He won't let her go easily.
The white fox spread its hooves and ran into the mountains.
He wants to make a deal with his old friend, the bug.
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