eurekapd Chapter 468 This humble woman, Qingyan, greets the Sect Master and begs for your refuge!
Chapter 468 This humble woman, Qingyan, greets the Sect Master and begs for your refuge!
The next morning.
Wuji Sect.
The mountains are shrouded in mist, and cranes sing sweetly!
Inside the Hall of Nourishing Souls, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
Wisps of smoke curled upwards, forming a light mist inside the hall.
Shuangyue sat upright at the table, her snow-white dress making her appear as serene and aloof as the moon.
Her long, jet-black hair was simply tied into a bun and secured with a single white jade hairpin.
A small potted plant was placed on the table. The pot was carved from thousand-year-old cold jade and had the words "Nourishing the Soul" engraved on it.
Inside the hall, dozens of disciples sat solemnly, dressed in uniform snow-white disciple robes, arranged in neat rows.
Their gazes were all fixed on the Soul-Nourishing Grass in front of Frost Moon, their eyes filled with awe and focus.
This Soul-Nourishing Grass is entirely emerald green, swaying gently in the breeze, its seven-lobed leaves shimmering with a silvery light in the sunlight.
A refreshing fragrance wafted over, instantly calming the mind and spirit.
Even more miraculously, whenever a disciple is restless, the Soul-Nourishing Grass will emit a faint seven-colored light, as if it can sense a person's emotions.
"The Soul-Nourishing Grass must be watered with moonlight dew at midnight, and ordinary water must not be used."
Frosty Moon's voice flowed like a clear spring, neither hurried nor slow.
"Its roots must be buried in cold jade soil, and its leaves must be gently touched with spiritual power every seven days to help it grow."
"If the spiritual energy is too strong, it will damage its root system."
"If spiritual energy is insufficient, it will be difficult to unleash its potential."
As she spoke, she extended her slender fingers and gently stroked the leaves of the Soul-Nourishing Grass, her fingertips gleaming with a faint silver light.
As she moved, the leaves of the Soul-Nourishing Grass trembled slightly, as if responding to her care, and even emitting a richer fragrance.
The disciples in the hall all picked up their notebooks and took notes, the jade slips in their hands glowing faintly, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
These Soul-Nourishing Grasses were planted for the Emperor, as they are related to his cultivation progress, so they cannot be taken lightly.
It is said that the Emperor is currently in seclusion, attempting to reach a higher realm.
Therefore, a large amount of Soul-Nourishing Grass is needed to stabilize the soul!
If any disciple can cultivate a thousand complete and mature seventh-tier Soul Nourishing Grasses within a year, they will receive an 'Emperor's Decree'!
Those who possess this token may enter the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion to study the long-lost "Taichu Daojing" and may also access any spiritual vein for three days!
Even after the Emperor emerges from seclusion, he can personally provide guidance.
The disciples were filled with excitement at the thought of such an honor!
"Well said!"
A loud voice suddenly came from outside the hall.
Master Jiuyang led a man and a woman into the hall. He was dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe, his black beard was flowing, and his eyes were bright and piercing.
Behind him, Wei Ranzhu stood tall and straight like a pine tree, while the woman in green gauze beside him crossed her arms in front of her and smiled at the disciples.
The woman in the light green dress had a face like a peach blossom and was exceptionally alluring.
All the disciples rose and bowed to Master Jiuyang, saying in unison:
"This disciple greets the True Man, may you be blessed with boundless happiness!"
Shuangyue also rose from the desk, walked to the Nine Yang Immortal, and bowed slightly:
"Shuangyue has seen a real person!"
Master Jiuyang laughed heartily.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Frosty Moon, no need for such formalities!"
Shuangyue straightened her posture, her gaze fixed on Wei Ranzhu, her brows furrowed.
His snow-white disciple's robes were now covered in dust!
Frost Moon had no choice but to wave her hand and cast a cleaning spell, and in the blink of an eye, the disciple's robes were completely renewed.
"Wei Ranzhu!"
"Now that you're back, focus on your cultivation and stop thinking about Liu Xiaohan!"
"You sit in the front row and listen carefully to the lesson!"
"Frosty Moon said calmly."
Then, their gazes shifted to the woman in the green veil.
Thinking secretly:
The fragrance of willow leaves and the breath of dragons?
How could she possess the dragon's breath aura of an emperor?
Shuangyue turned her gaze to Master Jiuyang and asked in confusion:
"Real person, who is this woman?"
"Frosty Moon!"
Master Jiuyang stroked his beard and smiled.
"This girl is named Qingyan. She is a willow tree spirit that I subdued in the Spirit Plant Garden yesterday. I ask Sect Master Shuangyue to discipline her."
"Just make her your personal maid!"
The hall erupted in an uproar.
The disciples whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.
Someone was secretly observing Qingyan, and noticed that there were faint green light spots flickering around her.
Qingyan immediately knelt before Shuangyue, her voice as clear as a spring striking stone, melodious and pleasing to the ear:
"This humble woman is Qingyan. I greet the Sect Master and beg you to take me in!"
Shuangyue nodded slightly, and was about to reach out to help Qingyan up when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the hall.
"let me go……"
"I want to go in! I want to hear the sect leader's lecture!"
Two tall, imposing gatekeepers blocked Jin Xi's path at the entrance, their faces showing reluctance.
"Young Master Qilin, the sect leader is giving a lecture. You are still young, so please return."
"I'm not small! I'm as tall as you all!"
Jin Xi shouted stubbornly, her voice filled with defiance.
The people in the hall looked at each other, some trying to suppress a laugh but daring not to laugh out loud.
Master Jiuyang frowned slightly and asked Shuangyue:
Why not let him in?
Frostmoon replied respectfully:
"Reporting to the Master, Jinxi is too young to understand these things; he will only cause trouble."
"Fun! Fun!!"
"I'd like to see what kind of trouble this child can cause."
Shuangyue raised her eyes, met Jiuyang Zhenren's gaze for a moment, and finally nodded gently.
She knew that since this highly respected person had spoken, there must be a deeper meaning behind it.
The gatekeeper had no choice but to step aside, and Jin Xi dashed into the hall, heading straight for Shuang Yue.
He was dressed in a blue brocade robe, his hair was tied up with a snow-white ribbon, and his large, bright red eyes were full of spirit.
When Master Jiuyang looked closely, he was stunned by the robes Jin Xi was wearing!
Thinking secretly:
The child looks quite dashing in the robes worn by the emperor a thousand years ago!
Master Jiuyang nodded slightly and praised:
"The little Qilin has grown so tall in just one day!"
Jin Xi replied with a smile:
"Yes, thanks to the sect leader yesterday, I was able to break through to the advanced spirit beast level!"
Upon hearing this, Master Jiuyang let out a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha……"
"metropolitan!"
Jin Xi rushed to Shuangyue's desk, tilted his handsome face up, and spoke in a clear, melodious voice.
"I collected the purest moon dew at dawn today. Can I use it on the Soul-Nourishing Grass?"
Shuangyue looked at Jinxi in front of her, a subtle ripple flashing in her eyes.
Those clear eyes reminded her of the embarrassing scene in the alchemy pavilion last night:
The moment their lips met, the panic and heartbeat of that moment resurfaced in their hearts.
"You went to the cliff behind the mountain to collect dew again? It's dangerous there."
Frosty Moon's tone was clearly reproachful.
"I'm not afraid!"
Jin Xi proudly puffed out her chest.
"I am a Qilin, and I run fast!"
The disciples inside could no longer contain themselves and covered their mouths to chuckle.
Although this young prince is young, he is exceptionally talented and usually lively and adorable, making him beloved by everyone.
Several female disciples gazed at Jin Xi with deep affection.
Looking at Jin Xi's innocent and carefree appearance, Wei Ranzhu had a complicated expression and quietly turned her face away.
Frost Moon sighed softly and turned to the crowd:
"Now, distribute the Cold Jade Soil, one portion per person..."
The curtain was lifted slightly, and three maids came out in response.
They had delicate features, each with a dot of cinnabar between their brows. They held silver platters in their hands, on which jade bowls filled with cold jade soil that shimmered with a faint blue light.
A stack of silkworm gloves was placed next to it.
The three maids gently placed the silver tray on the table to the side and curtsied.
"Sect Master, the Cold Jade Soil is ready."
Shuangyue nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the disciples in the hall:
"The Frosty Jade Soil is formed from ten-thousand-year-old black ice. It melts when heated and needs to be protected with Ice Silkworm Gloves."
"This soil is taken from the summit of the Northern Sea. Each handful must be condensed with spiritual power to maintain its cold nature."
She took out a pair of ice silk gloves and put them on, then gently scooped up a handful of cold jade soil.
The cold jade soil did not melt in her palm; instead, it became even more crystal clear, like fragments of starlight.
"Disciples, step forward and receive them."
"Frosty Moon said softly."
The disciples stepped forward one by one, and the three maids worked together seamlessly, one handing over a jade bowl, one handing over gloves, and one explaining the key points.
At this moment, Jin Xi, who was sitting at the table, began to get restless. She jumped up and down, reaching out to touch the jade bowl.
"Sect Master, I want to try too!"
"No!"
Shuangyue hurriedly stopped her, a flash of silver light appearing at her fingertips.
A silver light barrier blocked Jinxi's hand in mid-air.
"The Qilin Fire within you is too intense!"
"Cold jade soil melts when heated!"
"If you touch it rashly, not only will you destroy this spiritual soil formed from ten thousand years of mysterious ice, but the sudden melting of its cold air will also backfire on your meridians, causing damage to your spiritual power at best, and even damaging your very essence at worst!"