Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Hearing Yue Bai's words, Yan Zhen, who was about to serve her tea, trembled: "Junior sister, how could you have such an idea? Not to mention that you and I are just mortals, we can only be called immortals after ascending, and the road to becoming a god is so slim, it is not something you and I should consider now."

Logically speaking, Yan Zhen's personality is not the kind of person who would ask such questions. Yuebai took the tea and took a sip, and the rich spiritual energy and tea fragrance spread between his lips.

"Brother, the enlightenment tea here is really refreshing." Yuebai praised.

"This is the tea tree I planted in the mustard seed space. It is naturally better than the ones outside." Yan Zhen said with a smile, "Take some back when you go back and let that little nephew taste it."

Yue Bai did not refuse, but shifted the topic to becoming a god: "Senior brother should know, let's see how he reacts."

Yan Zhen was now very normal, still as carefree and uninhibited as usual: "Junior sister, you can go and look through the sect's library to see if you can gain anything, or you can go and ask the sect master. It is said that the master had a long talk with the sect master before he ascended.

Of course, Junior Sister, I think with your aptitude, it is only a matter of time before you ascend to the Immortal Realm. There is no rush now."

“But brother, I want to be the next person to ascend in the world of cultivation.” Yuebai said lightly, holding the enlightenment tea, as calmly as if he was discussing whether to take one pack of tea or two packs of tea away.

Yan Zhen turned his gaze to Yue Bai: "Junior sister, even if you are a genius, it is not easy to ascend to heaven. It would be great if you could slow down the process."

Hearing these words, he was certain that Yan Zhen must know something. Moreover, Ji Beimo was said to have been extremely talented, but after he became busy with sect affairs, he no longer made any progress in cultivation. The brothers and sisters of the same generation as the sect leader also gradually became cynical, but although the sect leader repeatedly reprimanded them, he did not really punish them.

"Thank you, Brother Yan Jin, for your concern. I'll go to the library right away." Yue Bai had already gotten the answer he wanted and confirmed his guess, so he was ready to leave immediately.

Yan Zhen stood up and walked Yue Bai to the door, then took out two bags of tea leaves and said, "Junior sister, take some back with you."

Yuebai did not refuse, accepted it directly, and flew away on his sword.

Yan Zhen looked at Yue Bai's departing back, shook his head helplessly and smiled, muttering softly: "Although the little junior sister was not raised by Master, her character is most like Master's."

However, there is no time to lose and I have to tell the head brother about this matter immediately.

So when Yue Bai met Yan Zhen who was rushing to the library, Yan Zhen also took out his magic weapon, but put it back after a while, took out a stick of incense and lit it. This incense was specially made by them to convey messages. Ji Beimo could not stand the smell, but he was sensitive to the smell, so as long as this incense was lit in the sect, Ji Beimo would appear immediately, and it worked every time.

Sure enough, not long after the incense was lit, Ji Beimo appeared, holding his nose and saying, "Yan Zhen, please put away your stinky incense for me."

Yan Zhen smiled and put away the tea that Yue Bai had just drunk, and poured another cup for Ji Beimo. Ji Beimo had already put out the incense at this time, and because he came so quickly, he naturally saw Yan Zhen's action of changing the tea set.

"Qingqi was here just now?" Ji Beimo felt that only the two of them could share the same interests.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhen opened his folding fan and shook it twice in a pretentious manner: "No, it's Junior Sister."

"Junior sister?" Ji Beimo was even more confused now.

However, Yan Zhen restrained his cynical expression and said seriously: "I think Junior Sister may know something."

Ji Beimo's heart trembled, and he asked uncertainly: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhen didn't say anything, just pointed to the sky.

Ji Beimo's face changed, and then he said firmly: "Impossible! With Junior Sister's current cultivation level, she won't feel anything at all."

"But Senior Brother, Junior Sister said that she wants to be the next person to ascend after Master ascends." Yan Zhen was also a little confused. They knew that with Yue Bai's cultivation level, it was impossible for her to know some things. Then he said, "Junior Sister asked me today if there was any way to improve her bloodline."

"Why is she asking this?" Ji Beimo was also puzzled. "Isn't the white tiger already the bloodline of a divine beast?"

Yan Zhen shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.

At this time, Yuebai, who was being missed by the two of them, had already arrived at the library. It was called a library, but it was actually a nine-story pagoda.

Inside were various sect scrolls and jade slips of mental techniques. As soon as Yuebai and Baihu stepped in, they felt that the tower had given birth to a tower spirit. To be precise, this was actually also a magical weapon, but it was used by the former head of the sect to store various fragments of martial arts scrolls.

However, there are not many magical instruments that can give birth to instrument spirits. The fact that this tower can give birth to an instrument spirit should be the result of many years. Yuebai glanced at the white tiger, and the white tiger growled. Then, a human figure made up of white smoke appeared in front of him. He couldn't even see the facial features clearly. It could only be called a ball of white mist.

Yuebai understood that it was because he had just gained intelligence and had not yet developed a human form. After all, the spiritual energy in this world of cultivation was not enough, and it was not easy to develop a human form.

"Is there anything you want to know?" Ta Ling's voice was timid, as if he was extremely afraid of the white tiger.

Yuebai touched the white tiger's head, signaling the white tiger not to scare the tower spirit. The white tiger lay down obediently, exposing its belly, looking harmless.

Ta Ling was speechless. This white tiger and the fat white tiger who just came in and started talking trash were two tigers. They were both really good at acting.

Yuebai calmed down Baihu and Taling, and asked his own question: "I want to know if there is such a thing as God's bloodline, or if it is possible to purify the bloodline?"

When Ta Ling heard Yuebai's request, his first reaction was to look at Baihu, thinking that Yuebai was not satisfied with Baihu's bloodline, and felt a little sympathetic for Baihu who came in and started talking trash.

However, the tower spirit had just gained intelligence not long ago. Even though she had no facial features, Yuebai could still see her emotions from the white mist. Yuebai immediately explained, "I'm not asking Baihu. I'm asking about the human race. Is it possible?"

Ta Ling was not surprised by Yue Bai's idea. She did not think it was such a shocking thing. The white mist floated from the first floor to the ninth floor, muttering: "I remember there is one. Where is it? Where is it?"

Baihu and Yuebai were waiting below. Finally, after a cup of tea, a jade slip wrapped in a ball of white mist floated down. Yuebai took it and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

It is indeed a way to change the human race's bloodline, but it turns humans into monsters, which is not what she wants, so she asked again: "Is there any way to turn humans into gods?"