"Anyway, those are things that Mother and the others need to consider. We just need to do our own job well." Yan Shuang didn't take it seriously.
"Didn't your father give you other tasks before?" the man asked again.
"That person is staying in the Heavenly Treasure Palace and won't come out. Just wait and see." Yan Shuang was furious when she mentioned this.
She waited outside the Great Dao Sect Ancestral Court for almost half a month, ready to let that guy experience the cruelty of reality, but the kid stubbornly stayed put and didn't come out even once.
Left with no other choice, she had to go and attend to other matters.
The current situation is that the Imperial Tutor is powerless, and the Western Sect took the opportunity to kill several Grandmasters of the Eastern Sect.
Without the presence of the Extreme Realm expert, the Spirit Vein is essentially unsolvable for the rest of us.
With the tacit approval of the imperial court, numerous forces hunted down and besieged various major forces and experts of the Eastern Sect.
To divide up their wealth and resources.
Such a feast is a once-in-a-century event. Former enemies of the Eastern Sect all appeared, gathered, and launched the first attack.
On the contrary, forces like the Western Sect simply followed behind, fighting battles that went smoothly, and reaped enormous rewards.
The two changed the subject and started talking about the recent movements of other forces.
Suddenly, the man glanced at the window on the first floor and saw a red shadow flash by.
"They're here!" His eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on his face.
"There really are some fearless people who dare to use the Red Sparrow to send messages."
"Every time someone spreads the rumor, they die. It must be the Black Ten Sect using it to bait people," Yan Shuang laughed.
"After we clean up the bugs, in five days, it will be time for everyone to gather at the Cloud Mist Mountain Manor. Will you come?" The man withdrew his gaze.
"I don't know." Yan Shuang leaned lazily against the table, gazing at the clear blue sky outside.
"You look boring?" the man asked again.
"Yes, there is some. I'm always running around, mostly doing small things, few big ones. It's a pity that despite my natural beauty, I'm destined to be a busybody."
Suddenly, she moved her right hand to avoid the man's outstretched hand.
"Brother Wu, what are you doing?"
"Anyway, you're boring. Aren't you Sensing Gate all about pursuing bliss? How about we pair up and see if we can achieve bliss?" The man chuckled.
Yan Shuang's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Giving it a try is certainly an option. With martial arts skills like Brother Wu's, you'd be among the top even in the Heaven Lock Sect. Perhaps you could last longer."
"Alright! I have a manor nearby with plenty of props. Come with me Shuangshuang." The man stood up quickly, his previous dejection vanishing.
He had only taken a few steps.
Suddenly I felt a little dizzy.
He quickly grabbed the wooden table on one side.
"Brother Wu, Brother Wu, what's wrong?" Yan Shuang's worried voice came from beside him, but it seemed to drift from a great distance, barely audible.
Then he felt a small hand gently pull away all his personal belongings, including his medicine pouch and money bag.
The man shook his head violently, his heart filled with shock and anger, but he couldn't move his body at all.
Not long after, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, lost consciousness completely, and collapsed onto the table.
Yan Shuang reached out and pushed the man.
"Brother Wu, how come you're drunk after only a little?" she asked worriedly, casually putting the things she had just received into her purse.
After doing all this, she smiled slightly, stood up, sighed, and left.
Stepping out of Cloud Dream Tower, the sun shone brightly outside, and the sky Cloudless.
"What a pity. It would have been great if we had worked together properly, but now we have to change people again."
Yan Shuang chuckled lightly, turned into an alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Cloud Dream Tower, the Wu surname man lying face down was slowly oozing black blood from his mouth and nose.
*** Heavenly Treasure Palace.
Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged and looked solemnly at the old Daoist priest opposite him.
"How?"
He had some expectations. If this investigation could reveal his Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivation, then even at thirty-five years old, he would be considered a high-ranking member of the Heavenly Treasure Palace.
Although it's not the same treatment as top-tier geniuses under thirty in the Nascent Soul Realm, it's still much better than before.
Upon hearing his question, the old Daoist priest opposite him sat as still as a bell, his eyes slightly narrowed.
From this angle, you can clearly see the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes twitching, and his index finger tapping his knee repeatedly.
He is clearly deep in thought.
A while later.
The old Daoist priest exhaled, his eyelids twitched, and he finally opened his eyes wide.
"You"
He paused.
"You should be under twenty this year?"
"He only entered the Nascent Soul Realm last month."
"Martial arts skills from the Eighth Grade to the Ninth Grade."
"Overall, it's great in small places, but here it's just so-so."
The old Daoist priest remained calm and pointed out each detail one by one.
"My Heavenly Treasure Palace is the Great Dao Sect Ancestral Court, where the elites of the world gather together and geniuses emerge in great numbers. Your cultivation level is not bad, but it is still far from being truly top-notch."
Zhang Rongfang nodded.
"Thank you, Mage. Although I am already thirty-five... um?" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock.
"Mage."
He swallowed hard, unsure of what to do.
"How old were you just saying?"
"Under twenty, either eighteen or nineteen," the old Daoist priest stroked his beard and estimated. "That age is alright."
He glanced sideways, poured himself another glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"With your Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivation, hmm, your talent in Civilian Skill is quite good. However, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity."
You should know that in my Heavenly Treasure Palace, Refining Spirit Nascent Soul are as common as dogs, and those Return to Emptiness Refinement stage are everywhere.
It's just that many people are diligent in their spiritual practice, dislike seeing others, and focus on their secluded cultivation, so you generally won't see them.
He paused, then said calmly, "So don't think you're so great. To be truly powerful, one must reach the Return to Emptiness. That's what makes a true high-level cultivator of our Great Dao Sect."
He revealed a look of leisurely longing.
But Zhang Rongfang paid no attention to what followed.
He felt a jolt like an electric current, which instantly spread throughout his entire body.
My scalp tingled, my hands clenched involuntarily, and my legs were about to start shaking.
Finally, finally someone realized he's nineteen years old!!!
Zhang Rongfang was deeply moved beyond words.
How long has it been? Since he left Qinghe Temple, no one has recognized him as nineteen years old.
No! He was only eighteen at that time! As a result, he was mistaken for twenty-five in Tanyang.
Then it became thirty-something. When they arrived at the Heavenly Treasure Palace, it became almost forty. "Mage." Zhang Rongfang a deep breath, his eyes sincere.
"Your art of alchemy and medicine is simply unparalleled in the world!"
Even the Golden Wing Tower's Heavenly Maiden couldn't discern his true age, yet this old Daoist priest did. Doesn't that prove his brilliance? "Not bad, not bad," the old Daoist smiled slightly. "As for medical skills, they're far inferior to my martial arts. Just for fun. Hehehehe."
"Mage is too modest!" Zhang Rongfang said sincerely. "To be honest, many people didn't realize I was nineteen. Although I, Zhang, may appear mature, I truly only look old."
"That makes sense." The old Daoist nodded. "To be honest, you're quite to my liking, kid."
He stroked his beard and thought for a moment.
"Seeing that you've traveled a long way from afar to seek the Dao, your aptitude is barely enough for me to accept you as a disciple."
"Master, please accept my bow!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Rongfang bowed deeply.
He thumped his head three times on the floor.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. You have good comprehension!" The old Daoist's lips curled into a smile, his face showing satisfaction.
He casually took out a purple jade pendant from his sleeve.
The jade plaque is carved with a silver mythical Exotic Beast that resembles a dragon but is not quite a dragon, and has four wings.
"Since you've become my disciple, this is your discipleship gift. Take it, and remember to keep it close to your body and don't damage it."
Zhang Rongfang accepted the jade tablet.
"Thank you so much, Master, for bestowing this treasure upon me!" he said earnestly.
"Alright, alright, go on, cultivate diligently, and I'll adjust your status and accommodation in the next few days." The old Daoist waved his hand.
"Yes, um. Asking Master what your Daoist Title is, Master?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly realized that he still didn't know what the Daoist Title of the person in front of him was.
"My Daoist Daoist Title Chongxuan," the old Daoist said with a smile.
"Chongxuan." Zhang Rongfang pondered this Daoist Title for no apparent reason, as if it contained some hidden meaning.
"Alright, alright, go and rest. I still need to check the rest of the people," the old Daoist waved his hand dismissively.
"It is your disciple's turn to take his leave," Zhang Rongfang said with heartfelt admiration.
To be able to discern his true Civilian Skill at a single glance, this person before me is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding true cultivators of the Great Dao Sect! "Go, go," the old Daoist nodded.
Zhang Rongfang obeyed, rose, bowed, left the terrace, and went down the stairs.
With the sound of footsteps.
The old Daoist priest watched Zhang Rongfang go downstairs, bowed again below, and then left.
The sunlight slanted in until Zhang Rongfang's figure was completely out of sight.
The old Daoist priest picked up the wine pot and gently poured himself a cup.
Looking at the wine swirling in the glass.
He took a deep breath.
Then, bang bang bang bang!
He slapped his thigh hard, covering his mouth with one hand to stop himself from laughing out loud.
But the intense fluctuations in his breathing made it almost impossible for him to suppress them.
Hahahaha!!!
"Heaven is helping me!! It's absolutely heaven's help, hahaha!!!"
The old Daoist priest burst into laughter. His plump, white face turned red with mirth.
He swayed back and forth, collapsing against the Prayer Mat, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.
"A bunch of idiots!! A nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul!! And Ninth Grade martial artist!! My God!!"
Suddenly, he began to breathe rapidly, unable to catch his breath, and his whole body trembled.
With trembling hands, he took a small porcelain bottle from his waist bag, opened it, and poured it into his mouth.
After catching his breath, Yue Dewen finally calmed down.
"No, no, I'm too excited!" He dared not laugh anymore. But his lips just kept curving upwards involuntarily.
"This is..." He poured himself a glass of wine and took a deep breath.
"May Heaven bring prosperity to our Daoist Sect!"
A nineteen-year-old Nascent Soul, a nineteen-year-old Ninth Grade.
He was also a genius who mastered all the talismanic arts of the Great Dao Sect Talisman Art.
At this moment, Yue Dewen felt as if he were in a dream.
He felt he might be obsessed with finding a genius apprentice.
But as he came to his senses, the scenes he had just witnessed made him realize that it was all real.
"God bless you."
"God bless you."
Whoosh! Amidst a burst of wild laughter, he vanished from the terrace in an instant.
All that remained were an empty White Jade wine cup and a completely emptied blue-and-white Blue and White Porcelain wine pot with gilded pine-pattern design.
A drop of pale red wine slowly dripped from the spout of the wine pot.
Smack
It dripped onto the wool felt.