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

As the morning light broke, the huge central square of Xuantian Sect was already bustling with people.

The once-in-three-years freshman assessment competition is about to begin. Disciples who have entered the school in the past three batches have gathered here. They all look solemn, and their eyes are filled with tension, excitement and determination to win.

The air was filled with an invisible smell of gunpowder.

Nan Xiang was wearing a plain white disciple uniform and stood in the crowd. His posture was as straight as a bamboo. Not much emotion could be seen on his cold face. Only his phoenix eyes flashed with a calm and sharp light.

Her cultivation at the peak of the late foundation building stage made her inconspicuous in the crowd, but her calm demeanor tempered by life-and-death battles gave her an aura that could not be ignored.

The restlessness and anticipation before departure filled the air.

Suddenly, there was a very subtle commotion at the edge of the crowd, like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

Nan Xiang seemed to have sensed something and looked sideways.

I saw a moon-white figure, who had quietly stood under the shadow of an ancient tree at the edge of the square.

The man was tall, with loose black hair and a breathtakingly handsome face, but he exuded a cold and lazy air that kept strangers away, which was out of tune with the bustling atmosphere around him.

It’s Lord Su Yun!

Many disciples held their breath and looked at him secretly with awe and curiosity.

The master of Zizhu Peak, one of the most mysterious and powerful masters of Xuantian Sect, usually lives in seclusion and rarely appears in public. How could he appear here today?

Jiang Ruochen seemed unaware of the gazes around him, some obvious and some subtle.

His gaze passed through the crowd and landed precisely on Nan Xiang.

Four eyes meet.

He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly to her, and then, under the gaze of countless astonished eyes, he slowly walked over.

The crowd subconsciously moved aside like Moses parting the sea, making way for him.

He walked in front of Nan Xiang and stopped.

She still looked lazy and unfocused, but flowing in her phoenix eyes was a deep-seated tenderness and concern that only Nan Xiang could understand.

In full view of everyone, he said nothing, but stretched out his arms and gently held her in his arms.

The hug was restrained and brief, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of cherishment and strength.

Nan Xiang was slightly startled, and then she felt the reassuring warmth and the faint cool fragrance of bamboo leaves coming from the embrace.

All the noise around seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only the heartbeat in my chest that had become steady and strong.

She raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes, and her cold voice carried a subtle softness and firmness:

"Master, I won't let you down."

Jiang Ruochen looked at the eternal flame in her eyes, knowing how much effort she had put in for it, and also understood her pride and persistence.

Even though he had thousands of instructions and was reluctant to let her go, in the end, it only turned into a very light and gentle smile and a simple word:

"it is good."

Trust and support are beyond words.

Just at this moment, the deep and majestic voice of Xuanxiao Sect Master came from the high platform, announcing that the assessment was about to begin and urging the disciples to act within their capabilities and put safety first.

Nan Xiang took one last look at Jiang Ruochen, turned around and joined the crowd, and together with the other disciples, activated the teleportation jade token in their hands.

Rays of white light shot up into the sky, and the figures of the disciples in the square quickly became blurred and eventually disappeared.

They have been randomly teleported to the northern outer area of ​​the Misty Forest.

After all the disciples left, Xuan Xiao Zhenren and several other peak masters and elders on the high platform also activated another huge water mirror magic weapon.

Light flowed above the water mirror, and soon many scenes in the misty forest appeared, divided into countless small pieces, so that the movements of most disciples could be observed in real time.

The heads of the various peaks chatted with each other and commented on the promising seedlings. The atmosphere was relaxed and expectant.

At this moment, a cold aura that was out of tune with the surroundings quietly approached.

Everyone turned around and was stunned.

I saw Xue Wushang, the master of Lingxue Peak, walking slowly towards me in a spotless white robe with a handsome and cold face.

He walked straight to an empty seat and sat down with a dignified posture, without looking around, as if he was not here to watch the lively examination, but to participate in some serious Dharma assembly.

"Huh? Junior Brother Wushang?"

The Lingfeng Peak Master Feng Yang was the first to react and said in surprise,

"What a rare guest! You're actually here to watch the freshman competition?"

Xue Wushang didn't even raise his eyelids, his voice was as cold as broken jade:

"Ah."

Master Feng Yang's eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something, and he said with a mischievous smile:

"Oh—I see. You're here to see your precious little disciple with five spiritual roots, right? His name is Qiao Wan, right? Tsk tsk, how rare it is that our Junior Brother Wushang, who takes it as his mission to slay demons and defend the Way and never cares about such trivial matters, would actually pay attention to the disciple assessment one day."

Xue Wushang still had no expression on his face. He just picked up the spiritual tea at hand and took a sip. He did not deny it, but his eyes had already swept across the water mirror lightly, and accurately landed on one of the small mirrors that showed Qiao Wan walking carefully through the forest.

When everyone saw this, they understood what was happening. Although they were still surprised, they thought that Qiao Wan was his last disciple who he had accepted as an exception, so it was understandable that they paid more attention to her.

However, before this wave of surprise had subsided, another even more shocking figure appeared.

Jiang Ruochen walked up slowly, still looking lazy as if he had not woken up yet, with the sleeves of his moon-white robe swaying in the wind. He even found the most comfortable corner very naturally, and took out his recliner covered with thick snow-white fur from somewhere, and half-lay down in a leisurely posture, as if this was not a viewing platform, but his Liuyun Hall on Zizhu Peak.

The peak masters: "!!!"

Xuan Xiao Sect Master's eyes widened, and he almost couldn't maintain his majestic image:

"Sixth Junior Brother?! Why are you here?"

He clearly remembered that in every sect competition, his junior brother always used excuses such as "boring", "uninteresting", "would rather go back and count bamboos" to avoid it completely, and never came once!

Jiang Ruochen lazily raised his eyelids, yawned slightly, and said perfunctorily:

"Well... I'm free anyway, so I came over to take a look."

The peak masters looked at each other in bewilderment, their eyes filled with disbelief.

But soon, they all showed an expression of "I understand" tacitly.

Master Feng Yang stroked his beard and smiled:

"I see! Junior Brother Su Yun is here to see your precious disciple too? That's right, Yin Nanxiang is your only direct disciple. This is her first time participating in such a big competition, so I should be here to keep an eye on her."

"Tsk tsk, one or two of them, they seem to ignore their apprentices on weekdays, but they are very concerned at critical moments."

Shi Jin, the head of Yanrong Peak, teased in a voice as loud as a bell.

Everyone agreed, feeling that they had found a reasonable explanation, and turned their attention back to the water mirror, only occasionally glancing at Xue Wushang and Jiang Ruochen, their eyes still filled with surprise and amusement.

Below the platform, some deacons and inner disciples who had not yet left also noticed these two masters with rare totems, and whispers could be heard everywhere.

"Look! It's Lord Xue of Lingxue Peak and Lord Suyun of Zizhu Peak!"

"Oh my God! They're all here! The sun is rising from the west!"

"You must be here for Junior Sister Qiao Wan and Senior Uncle Yin Nanxiang, right?"

"Of course! I didn't expect the two lords to value their disciples so much..."

Jiang Ruochen ignored all the discussions and gazes.

He seemed to be lazily half-closing his eyes, as if he had no interest in anything, but in fact all his consciousness was firmly locked on the white figure in the water mirror who was calmly observing the surrounding environment and rapidly advancing into the interior of the forest.

His little darling, the assessment has begun.

And he would be here, watching her all the time.