From then on, Jiang Ye became True Person Miaochang's last disciple—and his only disciple.
The Yuqing Sect was a place of quiet cultivation. True Person Miaochang lavished Jiang Ye with affection and care, personally teaching her supreme Daoist arts and never stinting on spiritual pills, wondrous medicines, Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Jiang Ye was filled with a childlike devotion toward her master. She cultivated with utmost diligence and progressed by leaps and bounds, all so as not to disappoint his grace.
Master and disciple lived in seclusion atop the peak, admiring the moon and stars, discussing the Dao and playing the qin. They were as close as mother and daughter, the envy of all who saw them.
The blood here was even thicker, and resentment soared into the heavens. Evil spirits circled above the mouth of the sinkhole, screaming miserably and refusing to disperse for a long time.
"Learning this is far more disgusting than we imagined. Later, we'll even come into contact with corpses, dissect them, analyze the cause of death, and finally see whether we can use our abilities to help them rise from the dead." Though what he said sounded fantastical, his expression was exceptionally serious.
Sun Ce had just defeated Wang Lang in the battle at Huiji, breaking Wang Lang's thirty thousand elite troops with eight thousand soldiers. Flush with success, he declared that this time they could watch Uncle's movements and act accordingly, then ordered Huang Gai to station troops in Jiujiang.
More than twenty martial artists drew all manner of strange weapons and unleashed powerful moves at Bai Heming.
"Hehe, that won't do. Your husband has spent years in the army, and I value clear rewards and punishments above all else. Faults must be punished, so merits must be rewarded! How about I