Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

On the day of Xuantian Sect's once-in-three-years opening ceremony, the morning light of Xuanling Mountain Range was shattered by countless streams of light that broke through the air.

Young cultivators from all over Kyushu, carrying their family's expectations and personal ambitions, gathered in front of the huge mountain gate square of Xuantian Sect that towered into the clouds.

The flying boat of the Qingzhou Yin family quietly landed at the edge of the square. The family emblem engraved on the boat shone with a restrained brilliance in the morning light.

The hatch slid open silently, and Yin Nanxiang stepped out.

Her figure was as tall and straight as a solitary pine tree, and she was wearing a plain green outfit that outlined the girl's neat lines. Her long hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair brushed across her smooth forehead, making her beautiful face even colder.

Behind her, the Yin family's head and his wife had complicated expressions, some proud, some reluctant.

"Xiang'er,"

Madam Yin stepped forward and held her daughter's slightly cold hand.

"When you go to Xuantian Sect, you must be cautious in everything you do. The road of cultivation is full of thorns, so don't... be too hard on yourself."

There was a gleam in her eyes.

Yin Nanxiang shook her mother's hand back with a steady hand:

"Don't worry, mother. Nan Xiang understands."

Her voice was cold, yet filled with unquestionable firmness.

She let go of her hand and looked towards the main peak of Xuanling in the distance, which was shrouded in clouds and mist and seemed to reach the sky. That was the core of Xuantian Sect.

Without saying anything more, she turned and walked towards the crowded center of the square.

His steps were steady, each one making a slight sound on the bluestone slabs, revealing a sense of desperation and loneliness.

The Yin couple looked at their daughter's back as she blended into the crowd. Her back was slender but as unshakable as a mountain.

The head of the Yin family sighed softly: "This child... is too arrogant and too obsessed."

In the center of the square, Fu Zhou, the fifth senior brother from Xuan Xiao Peak of Xuan Tian Sect, stood in front of an ancient jade square stele with several disciples.

The stele was crystal white with spiritual patterns flowing on it. It was the "Spirit-Jian Stele" used by Xuantian Sect to identify the qualifications of its disciples.

"quiet!"

Fu Zhou's voice was clear and contained spiritual power, instantly drowning out the noise in the square.

He has a square face, sharp and steady eyes, and exudes a convincing sense of fairness.

"Everyone, step forward one by one and place your palms on the base of the Spirit-Appraising Monument. No noise or disturbance!"

Testing begins.

The team moved slowly.

Whenever someone stepped forward, the Spirit-Jian Tablet would light up with different colors, some pure and simple, others mixed and interwoven, accompanied by Fu Zhou's steady announcement:

"Gold, water and earth are the three spiritual roots, with earth being the main one, and the purity is above average."

"Dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, the purity of the fire element is acceptable, while the wood element is slightly weaker."

From time to time, the crowd let out a low murmur of surprise or regret. Suddenly, a burst of uncontrollable laughter broke out from the crowd.

"Pfft... Five spiritual roots? You have all the elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth? This... you can even try your luck in Xuantian Sect?"

"Tsk tsk, isn't this a waste of everyone's time? Everyone knows that the Five Spiritual Roots are notoriously 'pseudo-spiritual roots', absorbing spiritual energy as slowly as a turtle. It would be a blessing from heaven if one could even reach the threshold of foundation building in one's lifetime!"

The focus of the discussion was a young girl wearing a coarse cloth dress that was washed white.

She stood in front of the Spirit-Judging Monument, her thin body tense, her fingers digging into the rough corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

On the Jianling Stele, five kinds of light, gold, green, blue, red and yellow, were dimly lit, intertwined together in a chaotic manner, and were so dim that they were almost obscured by the sunlight.

Fu Zhou looked at the light on the stele and frowned slightly.

"Qiao Wan,"

Fu Zhou's voice remained steady, but with a subtle hint of admonition.

"Five spiritual roots, the five elements are mixed, and the purity of the spiritual roots is... extremely low. The road of cultivation is full of difficulties and dangers. With your aptitude, forcing yourself to climb will only result in half the effort and twice the results, and will only increase your suffering. It is better to return home and live a stable life, which is also a lifelong blessing."

Those harsh comments were like cold needles piercing the young girl Qiao Wan's back.

She suddenly raised her head. There were no tears on her pretty face, which looked too thin due to malnutrition, but only a kind of almost burning stubbornness.

Her eyes were astonishingly bright, like a spark that refused to go out in the wilderness. She looked straight at Fu Zhou. Her voice was not loud, but very clear, with a kind of stubbornness that penetrated the noise:

"Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Master! But... Xuantian Sect only accepts disciples when it opens its doors, saying 'Anyone with a predestined relationship can give it a try', but it doesn't specify whether or not people with certain spiritual roots are allowed to join!

The three-level assessment is the most important at the third level, climbing the ladder to heaven! As long as I can step onto the ladder, step by step, to the top! Xuantian Sect, I must enter! "

Her voice trembled slightly, but every word she spoke hit the ground.

Fu Zhou was slightly startled. Looking at the unquenchable fire in the girl's eyes, the corners of his stern mouth softened slightly, and a hint of approval flashed across his eyes.

He stopped trying to persuade her and just nodded:

"Your ambition is commendable. However, the road ahead will be difficult, so please be careful."

He turned to the young men who were still snickering, his tone suddenly turned cold, carrying the pressure of a Jindan cultivator.

"You haven't even finished the entrance examination, and you've already learned to judge people based on their qualifications? The foundation of our Xuantian Sect is 'teaching without distinction'! If you continue to make noise and disrupt the order of the examination, don't blame me for punishing you according to the sect's rules!"

The invisible pressure was like a pour of cold water over one's head, instantly extinguishing the mocking voices.

The crowd suddenly quieted down, and the few teenagers who led the laughter turned pale and remained silent.

Yin Nanxiang stood at the edge of the crowd a little further away and took it all in.

There was no ripple in her cold eyes, as if the noise was just a breeze blowing across the rocks.

But when Qiao Wan raised her head and said those words, Nan Xiang's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

It was a pure, unmerciful scrutiny.

She saw the traces of long-term hardship on that face, and she saw the burning will in those eyes that almost burned people.

This will has nothing to do with talent, it only has to do with a heart that refuses to bow.

Nan Xiang's fingertips unconsciously stroked the cold hilt of the sword at her waist, and a very subtle ripple passed through her heart.

The fire in this girl's eyes is very pure.

If possible, this person will definitely shine.

Soon it was Yin Nanxiang's turn.

She walked forward slowly, and calmly placed her fair palm on the cool and smooth base of the Spirit-Jian Monument.

No hesitation, no hesitation.

hum!

The Spirit-Jian Tablet shook violently!

It seemed as if a cold current and thunder awakened simultaneously deep within the monument.

An extremely pure ice-blue light suddenly burst out, like the core of a polar glacier, instantly occupying most of the area of ​​the monument. It was so cold that the air seemed to be frozen.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling silver-purple lightning bolt soared into the sky like an electric snake tearing through the night sky, carrying a violent aura of destruction and wrapped in ice-blue light!

The ice blue and silver purple complement each other, clearly distinct yet strangely integrated, emitting a heart-pounding spiritual pressure fluctuation.

The temperature of the entire square seemed to drop suddenly, and people who were close to it could even feel their skin slightly numb.

"Ice and Thunder Dual Spiritual Roots!"

For the first time, Fu Zhou's voice had a noticeable ripple, resonating loudly and clearly throughout the room.

"Ice purity, superb! Lightning purity, superb!"

"hiss--"

The crowd that was laughing at Qiao Wan just now now gasped in shock.

Countless eyes instantly focused on Yin Nanxiang, with shock, envy, jealousy...all kinds of emotions intertwined.

The Ice and Thunder Twin Spirits are a unique combination of mutant spiritual roots, not to mention that the purity of both has reached an astonishing "super level"!

This means that she has almost no bottleneck in her cultivation of ice and thunder, and her future is limitless!

Yin Nanxiang calmly withdrew her hand, as if the light that caused the sensation had nothing to do with her.

The expression on her face didn't change at all, still that cold and aloof look that kept people at a distance.

She just glanced at Fu Zhou indifferently, nodded slightly, then turned and left the Spirit Judging Monument, heading towards the second level testing area, leaving behind a wave of astonishment.

The second level, testing one's cultivation level, was conducted in another open space.

The test is relatively simple, and all you need to do is to use your spiritual power to push it into a special "Spirit Stone".

The height and solidity of the spiritual light on the stone can basically reflect the cultivator's current level of cultivation and the purity of his spiritual power.

Yin Nanxiang is still the focus.

She walked to the Soul Stone, concentrated her mind, and pressed it with her palm.

The icy blue cold current and the silver-purple lightning surged out again. Although they were not exerting their full strength, the height of the spiritual light had easily exceeded the scale representing the "late stage of Qi training". It was as solid as a substance. The cold air and lightning were so intimidating that the disciple in charge of recording shouted again:

"The peak of the ninth level of Qi training! Pure and powerful spiritual power!"

There was another low murmur of exclamation from the crowd.

The peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, only one step away from building the foundation!

Among the monks of this age group, he is definitely the top one.

What's more, the purity and power of her ice and thunder spiritual power far exceeds that of her peers.

The sight from the peak cast down more and more scorchingly.

Qiao Wan also completed the test.

The light of her spiritual power was weak and mixed, barely reaching the scale of the second level of Qi training. The light flickered and seemed to lack stamina.

The looks around were complicated, but with Fu Zhou's previous warning, no one dared to laugh openly anymore. However, the silent contempt still followed like a shadow.

Qiao Wan bit her lower lip and stepped back silently, but her gaze was fixed even more intently on the starting point of the endless ladder in the distance, which was shrouded in mist.

At the top of Xuanling Peak, above the sea of ​​clouds, in a magnificent Cloud Viewing Hall, the atmosphere was completely different from the tense atmosphere below.

The huge water mirror in the suspended hall clearly reflects the square below and the scene of the upcoming test of climbing the ladder to heaven.

Next to the water mirror, several jade chairs were placed in an orderly manner. The heads and elders of various peaks of Xuantian Sect gathered together, commenting on the disciples below with great interest.

Xuanxiao Peak's Sect Master, Xuanxiao Zhenren, sat in the main seat, clad in a dark cloud-patterned Taoist robe. His face was majestic, his aura profound and deep. His gaze swept across the water mirror, lingering briefly on Cenxi (innate wind spiritual root, eighth level of Qi training), Shangguan Yuanhao (innate fire spiritual root, ninth level of Qi training), and Yin Nanxiang, who had just triggered the ice and thunder phenomenon, before nodding slightly.

"The girl from the Cen family has a nimble and elegant wind spirit root, and her wind control skills are quite advanced. She's a good seedling, and I, Lingfeng Peak, want her!"

The head of Lingfeng Peak, a Taoist with a gaunt face and a long sword on his back, stroked his beard and smiled.

"Humph, this Shangguan brat is full of temper and has a violent spiritual power. He is clearly more suitable for my Yanrong Peak's body-building fire-refining method!"

The leader of Yanrong Peak, a burly man with red hair and curly beard, had a voice like a bell.

"That little girl with dual spiritual roots of ice and thunder..." the head of Yuyin Peak, a gentle female cultivator dressed in Moon Palace robes, mused, "Ice and thunder complement each other, combining both hardness and softness. It's a perfect match for my Yuyin Peak's 'Ice Soul Divine Light' and 'Purple Sky Thunder Method'..."

Everyone was talking about it, their eyes wandering over the water mirror as if they were selecting the finest unpolished jade.

At this moment, a stream of light slid down from the sky slowly, not at a fast speed, but with a strange lazy rhythm, and quietly landed on the platform outside the Guanyun Hall.

The light faded away, and the man who came in was wearing a long robe with silver and purple cloud patterns and wide sleeves. The sleeves moved in the wind, making his figure look as tall and straight as a solitary pine on a peak.

He had an extremely handsome face, picturesque features, yet revealed a kind of coldness and aloofness that kept people at a distance. He was none other than the head of Zizhu Peak, His Excellency Suyun—Jiang Ruochen.

He did not walk towards the luxurious jade chair reserved for him in the hall, which was close to the leader of Xuanxiao Sect.

He glanced lazily and walked straight to a relatively quiet open space on the side of the temple with a wide view.

With a slight flick of his sleeves, a large reclining chair with a unique shape and covered with thick snow-white fur of a spiritual beast appeared out of thin air and landed steadily on the ground.

The fur is smooth and shiny, and you can tell at a glance that it is taken from an extremely rare ice-attributed spiritual beast.

Then, an exquisite rosewood table appeared next to the recliner, and it was instantly filled with crystal clear spiritual fruits, a pot of spiritual tea and a plate of exquisite snacks.

Jiang Ruochen lay down gracefully, adjusted to the most comfortable position, supported his elbows on the armrest, picked up an ice-crystal-like fruit with his fingertips, and slowly put it into his mouth.

His movements were smooth and flowing, with a kind of leisure and laziness that was out of place in this solemn hall.

The sunlight filtered through the glazed tiles on the temple roof and fell on him, as if coating him with a layer of cool silver light. He looked so enjoying himself, as if he was basking in the sun in his own backyard.

Everyone in the hall was already used to this, but when they glanced at him, there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

Sect Master Xuanxiao just glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and continued to pay attention to Shui Jing.

Only the peak master who was sitting not far away from Jiang Ruochen frowned slightly.

The man was dressed in spotless white clothes, his face was as handsome as if carved from ice and snow, and his temperament was cold. He was Xue Wushang, the master of Lingxue Peak.

He sat upright like a pine tree, and the jade table in front of him was spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the "extravagance" of Jiang Ruochen.

Xue Wushang's gaze fell on the crumbs of snacks that Jiang Ruochen had casually placed on his fur coat, and then swept over his lazy posture. His thin lips moved slightly, and a sound as cold as ice and jade hitting each other rang out, carrying a subtle hint of persuasion:

"Sixth Senior Brother... This is a crucial place within the sect, a grand examination ceremony... Please don't be too formal..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Jiang Ruochen was picking up a piece of dessert. He paused when he heard the words, raised his eyelids lazily, and looked at Xue Wushang.

There was no emotion in his deep eyes, only a lazy indifference, like a cat that had just woken up.

He slowly put the snack into his mouth and chewed it carefully, as if savoring Xue Wushang's words. Finally, he responded in an indifferent, almost perfunctory tone:

"Oh? Got it, Seventh Junior Brother."

The voice was low and pleasant, but it was filled with a strong sense of indifference.

After saying that, he adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, and turned his gaze back to the water mirror, as if the little episode just now had never happened.