Wanjian Mountain, Guiyi Peak.
She saw a cold light in the morning, flying towards a towering laurel tree like a star rushing through lightning. Hearing another click, a big branch of the osmanthus tree facing south was cut down. The tree body was suddenly shaken by the broken branches, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers scattered like rain. Taking a closer look, the man in front of the court was still standing in the same place as if he had not moved.
A breeze blew by, and the iron horse in front of the eaves jingled, as if applauding him. The shorter young man standing nearby walked over excitedly and patted him on the shoulder.
"Jiang Mi, you will definitely be promoted to a true disciple in this sect's examination. Remember to protect me when the time comes!"
When he entered Wanjian Mountain, he was accepted as an inner disciple without exception. At that time, he was fought over by four elders because of his Tianling Root. In the end, the leader, Yunliang, came forward and allowed him to join the temple he was in charge of, the Treasure Hall. The Treasure Hall is responsible for the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and Dharma Treasures and is the most relaxed of the five halls. With the blessing of Wanjian Mountain's own sword array and daily patrols from the Inspection Hall, the disciples of the Treasure Hall do not have to worry about theft. They only need to do some cleaning and inventory work after class every day.
Jiang Mi turned his face to face the morning glow, his clothes were flying in the morning wind, his long hair was tied high, and his eyebrows were clear. Everyone around him was stunned for a moment.
"Definitely, definitely! Apart from his background, there is nothing better than that kid, Ling Wujie. If the leader is not blind, it is impossible to choose him."
At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind.
"Gu Bufan, do you just hold grudges like this?"
The visitor was also wearing Wanjian Mountain's black disciple uniform, but around his waist was a rice-grain white jade belt, and his simple short robe with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves made him look a little wealthy. As he walked, the black gold silk scabbard on his waist reflected the dazzling light. His demeanor was indeed that of a dashing and heroic young man from an aristocratic family, with a hint of frivolity in his eyebrows.
The young man named Gu Bufan raised his eyebrows and looked at him coldly, clenching his fists.
"Your mother is a servant in my house, what's wrong with me asking you to call me a young master?"
Ling Wujie said with a smile, but glanced at Jiang Mi.
"Is it just for the sake of talking nonsense when you get up early to practice swordsmanship?"
The disciples of Wanjian Mountain have to practice swordsmanship at the top of their respective peaks at nine o'clock every day and practice for an hour before going to class. Ling Wujie usually liked to be lazy, but he didn't expect that he would come here today, and he happened to hear these words, so he would probably cause trouble for them.
The Jiuzhou Immortal Sect family has a serious monopoly on the resources of the entire world of immortality. Almost all elders and above in the major sects are from famous families. Unless ordinary monks start their own sect, they will at most become true disciples. Ling Wujie was born into the Ling family of Yongning Prefecture. He was the son of Ling Lang, the head of the Lingxiao Sect and the current Immortal Official of Yongning Prefecture. Yongning Prefecture is adjacent to Shiwan Mountain. The Lingxiao Sect has a large amount of spiritual stone resources and a business of buying and selling monsters. Therefore, the Ling family is extremely wealthy and extravagant.
Ling Wujie's nature is not bad, but he likes to compete with others and has a perverse personality, which offends many people. Of course, most people did not dare to conflict with him considering that he was the eldest son of the Ling family. Only Gu Bufan and Jiang Mi did not give him a face. Gu Bufan has too much pride, but Jiang Mi doesn't care.
Ling Wujie was actually very curious about Jiang Mi.
This person was unknown, but within three months of entering the Wanjian Mountain, he had become one of the top disciples in the inner sect. It is said that he was born into a farmer's family. His parents died early, and he was helpless. He had no spiritual roots but only established the foundation at the age of twenty. But the complicated spiritual energy in his body was obviously not what he should have in the foundational establishment realm. With the guidance of his master, he broke through the Golden Core Realm last month and was just one step away from the Spiritual Realm.
"Jiang Mi, I'm here to deliver a message to you. There is a girl named Yan'er at the foot of the mountain looking for you."
Ling Wujie said with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"She said she came here to thank the young hero for saving her life. Maybe you have to pledge yourself to her."
The sect's major lectures have always been attended by the outer disciples, and the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys are the most noisy. Today, he is late, and the whole lecture hall is as noisy as a busy city. Jiang Mi just came back from down the mountain and sat down next to Gu Bufan, with Ling Wujie sitting not far to his left.
Ling Wujie loved to be in the spotlight, and he often knew information that ordinary disciples couldn't access. At such times, he was naturally the center of attention.
"Senior Brother Ling, the Immortal Alliance said that we invited the Miaoyin Sect to observe the sect's assessment this time. Is it true?"
Miaoyin Sect and Wanjian Mountain are just the opposite. They only accept female disciples. They are all dressed in white and are as beautiful as snow. They are delicate, beautiful, dignified, and graceful. They are the dream lovers of all male monks in Kyushu.
"Not only that, but also Xingji Pavilion, Lingxiao Sect, and even—"
Ling Wujie paused and lowered his voice deliberately, "Quanxing…All of them are invited."
As soon as the word Quanxing came out, the lecture hall exploded. Everyone was chatting and discussing. Until someone asked, "Will Baili Yao Yue come?" there was silence for a moment, and everyone was waiting for Ling Wujie.
Two major events have happened recently in the Qianyuan Continent. First, the sword master failed to ascend and collapsed, second, he completely captured the Bailian Palace in Mu Xianzhou, and the leader Baili Yao Yue controlled both Yunmo State and Mu Xianzhou at the same time, as if she were in a position to challenge the Immortal Alliance.
In the few years since Baili Yao Yue was born, everyone in the world of immortality has become aware of it. Some people call her the Baili Demon, while others respect her as the Chiyu Fairy. In short, there are mixed views. The only two things that are indisputable are her appearance and her swordsmanship.
Beauty is like jade, and sword energy is like a rainbow.
Wanjian Mountain disciples who are also sword cultivators may call her Baili Demon on their lips, but they have a hint of admiration in their hearts.
"I can't say for sure. But if Xingyuan is coming, Baili Yao Yue will probably come too."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding area was boiling, and only one person lowered his head.
The coldness in Jiang Mi's eyes was gradually covered by the mist, and he could no longer see clearly. There was only sadness and bitterness in the mist, rolling like boiling water, ready to pour out. His fists were clenched, and his whole body was as straight as a statue.
They haven't seen each other for three months.