I dominate the cultivation world by relying on good pregnancy

Murong Li was lying on a tree, enjoying the afternoon leisurely as usual. When he noticed a familiar person approaching, he asked, "How's the draft going?"

Two women immediately appeared in front of Murong Li, each holding a stack of notes in their hands.

"The Sect Master has ordered us to hand over the preliminary list to the elders for review."

The two stunning women in front of him were none other than Chu Yu, the leader of the Tian Jian Sect, and his left and right protectors. Their names were Mu Jin and Mu Lan. They had been living by Chu Yu's side all year round, and all matters, big or small, were handled by these two. They were two of Chu Yu's right-hand men.

Murong Li sat up slowly, took the note, read ten lines at a glance, and memorized the name list in a few breaths. When he saw a certain name, he asked in a questioning tone, "You two have done a good job, but hasn't Elder Bai of Wuqing Peak's first disciple returned for a long time? Can he also attend this apprenticeship ceremony?"

"Elder Murong, you may not know that this disciple returned to the sect a few days ago, but because he was injured and needed to recuperate, the news was suppressed by Elder Bai. Now he is well again, and he should attend the apprenticeship ceremony."

"There is such a thing." Murong Li did not expect that Bai Qingcang, this old fox, could be so tolerant. He kept cursing in his heart, but said cheerfully, "That's great. I will definitely introduce my good disciple to him. Young people must have a lot to talk about."

"In that case, let's go back and report."

"Thanks for your hard work."

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Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Chu Yu sat in front of the palace in a daze, tapping the tabletop regularly with his fingers. When he saw the guardian return, he asked:

"What's Ali's reaction?"

"Master, everything is normal." Mu Jin replied.

"In that case, Rong Zhao's disappearance has nothing to do with A Li. Put down the list."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Chu Yu flipped through the list again, and after a quick scan, he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the content of the post. He pointed out a golden light that sank into each of the neatly arranged posts on the desk.

Then he pointed in the air, made a magic gesture, and flicked his finger. The posts flew into the air and dispersed out of the hall in an orderly manner.

Soon, these posts fell into the hands of the guests. Everyone reacted differently, but they were all curious about who this female disciple was and why she could win the favor of Murong Li.

A few days later, the apprenticeship ceremony was held as scheduled. The bell on Wuhen Peak rang three times, which was enough to show how much importance Murong Li attached to this apprenticeship ceremony.

There were many lights flying past in the air, and judging from the direction they were heading towards Wuhen Peak. It seemed that those people were going to attend Murong Li's apprenticeship ceremony.

The way of entrance this time was also quite eye-catching. When the invitation in the hand touched the sword formation of Wuhen Peak, golden light flashed, and the sword formation opened automatically, ushering in the VIP.

Many disciples said: "Wow, this is really amazing."

What is even more jaw-dropping is that once you enter Wuhen Peak, you will see that the invitation in your hand will automatically transform into a flying crane and lead you to the inner venue of the ceremony.

The first to arrive at the apprenticeship ceremony were representatives from nearby sects. They all came for the sake of the Tianjian Sect's leader. In fact, even Murong Li couldn't remember which one was which.

But basic social etiquette still had to be followed. Murong Li and Lin Qingqing greeted them with a smile, nodded and greeted each of the delegations one by one, as a greeting, and then led them to their seats, which was considered proper.

But these are not important. The delegation's focus throughout the whole process was on Lin Qingqing's appearance. She was young and beautiful, as pretty as a flower, and was undoubtedly a beauty.

Lin Qingqing's skin was as white as snow, and it looked even whiter when she wore the Phoenix Feather Colorful Dress, a gift given to her by Murong Li.

The bright red dress brought out Lin Qingqing's otherworldly aura, and paired with the beautiful makeup done by Luluo, she looked like a fairy from heaven, so enviable that even Lin Qingqing herself was stunned.

She stood in front of the mirror and marveled for a long time: "Is this really me? It's so beautiful!"

It would be fine to just sigh, but who could stare at it for half an hour? Even Luluo couldn't help but complain about Lin Qingqing's narcissism!

Look at Murong Li standing in front of Lin Qingqing, a Nascent Soul cultivator who is over 500 years old. Although he is not gray-haired, his face looks weathered, and he looks like Lin Qingqing's father.

Everyone looked at Murong Li with some suspicion, wondering if this Nascent Soul Elder was attracted by the appearance of his female disciple?

But due to the momentum of the Nascent Soul, they didn't even dare to breathe, let alone reveal their dirty thoughts.

But for Murong Li and Lin Qingqing, these looks had nothing to do with them. The delegation had no relationship with them, so they just dealt with them casually out of courtesy and didn't care what they were thinking.

Next, it was time for the peak masters of the Tianjian Sect and their disciples to appear. As for the seven major sects? Sorry, the teleportation array was broken, so there was no invitation. Zhongzhou was so busy right now, and the seven major sects were probably too busy to deal with them, so they were too lazy to send a greeting.

The next person to appear was Wushuang, the master of Wushuang Peak, who came with his disciples to congratulate.

"congratulations."

"Congratulations." Murong Li said calmly under the other party's surprised gaze, "Congratulations on welcoming the most beautiful junior sister of the Tianjian Sect."

Everyone fell...

He needs to learn from Murong Li as to his ability to brag about himself.

Lin Qingqing stood behind Murong Li and greeted everyone.

"Hello, Elder Wushuang, and hello to all the brothers and sisters."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and immediately gasped. With such a beautiful voice and an angelic face, she was indeed worthy of being named the most beautiful junior sister in the Tianjian Sect.

As for strength, there is nothing special about it now, but a disciple who is favored by Murong Li must have some outstanding qualities, and they will not look down on Lin Qingqing.

"Junior sister, these are the gifts from our Wushuang Peak."

"Thank you." Lin Qingqing accepted them all without hesitation and handed them to the maid beside her who was in charge of counting the gifts. There would be a singing ceremony later.

After Murong Li and Elder Wushuang flattered each other for a few words, they were led by the maid to their seat.

The next to arrive were the leader of Wuyou Peak, Wuyou, and his disciples.

Other cultivators flew swords, controlled beasts, or took spaceships, but the people from Wuyou Peak only walked here. When Lin Qingqing first heard about it, she thought it was nothing special and appeared indifferent on the surface and in her heart. But when she saw it with her own eyes, she realized how shocking it was!

It would take several days to get there, crossing mountains and rivers. Not only that, the disciples also had to carry their sickles and gifts.

Lin Qingqing said with emotion: "Those who can accept asceticism must have extraordinary minds."

Luoluo replied: "That's not true. I heard that people from Wuyou Peak don't need to go through the Heart Demon Trial to advance."

"It's quite interesting. We can try it out."

When Luluo heard this, she felt a little pain in her teeth and said, "Qingqing, you are not thinking of practicing asceticism with them, are you?"

"Why not?"

"Try and die."

"Then I won't go..."

Green radish: ...

Is it that the world is changing so fast that I can't keep up, or is it that people's hearts are fickle?