The White Demon

The Wuwei Hall was filled with distinguished guests.

Everyone in the palace praised Ye Qingwan highly, but most people regarded her as a man.

Ye Qingwan quickly scanned the hall. In addition to the ancestor and several elders, there were many new faces.

There are elders and monks from other sects with immortal looks, and high-ranking officials in secular attire.

Of course, the most eye-catching one is a man with extraordinary temperament wearing a yellow robe and standing with his hands hanging down right next to the ancestor.

The man who can wear such a sensitive color is most likely a member of the royal family of the Tea Kingdom.

The other one was a weird middle-aged uncle wearing a black long gown, with a short black beard and red eyes. He was staring at her without blinking, as if he wanted to tear her apart in the next second...

Ye Qingwan bowed her head politely, and suddenly, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds...

There was a sudden commotion in the hall, and the voices questioning Ye Qingwan were even more boiling.

"The sky suddenly turned cloudy in a fine day. This is not a good sign!"

"Could it be that God doesn't agree with our ancestor accepting this disciple...?"

When the old ancestor heard this, his face froze for a moment.

He just waved his hand calmly, and the crystal stones that illuminated the hall were instantly lit up, and the entire hall suddenly became as bright as day.

However, the sky outside had turned completely dark. It was clearly daytime, but it suddenly became as pitch-black as a night where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face!

At this time, a purple-robed monk among the guests suddenly shouted, "Oh no! There is an evil spirit! Such a strong evil spirit!"

The ancestor secretly winked at Qi Weilong, the head of the Discipline Hall, who immediately consoled him, "Don't panic, everyone. Let the Discipline Hall handle this matter first. We will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply in the direction of the main seat, and walked out of the hall with his two followers in a dignified manner...

Ye Qingwan was still kneeling on the ground awkwardly, not knowing whether to stand up or not...

Fortunately, the gentle voice of Sect Leader Qin Yao helped her out: "What are you waiting for, Xiao Qingwan? Hurry up and serve tea to the ancestor!"

Ye Qingwan stole a glance at the old ancestor's expression, and seeing that he did not show any surprise or rejection, she took the white porcelain carved teacup from the maid's hand and walked forward cautiously.

When she came to the steps of the ancestor's seat, she knelt down on both knees, raised the teacup above her head with both hands, and said in a crisp voice:

"Disciple invites you to have tea!"

If her first voice was not heard clearly by everyone due to the noise in the hall, but this time everyone heard it clearly.

"Oh, how come she is a girl, but this bun is clearly a man's hairstyle! ..."

Everyone couldn't help but whisper again, but the old ancestor suddenly released his pressure, "I am your disciple, how can I allow you to interfere!" There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Everyone fell silent immediately.

At the same time, the teacup in Ye Qingwan's hand was suddenly lifted up by a spiritual power and sent to the ancestor.

The ancestor opened the lid of the tea and took a sip...

Everyone stood up immediately, knelt down to the old ancestor and congratulated him: "Congratulations, old ancestor, on receiving a new beloved disciple!"

The sound of congratulations immediately resounded throughout the hall.

The old ancestor's expression finally returned to a friendly state: "Thank you all for coming to support us. I'm sorry to have made you laugh at my naughty behavior."

Even the man in yellow shirt was so respectful that he said nothing. How could anyone dare to reply?

Everyone's gift lists were sung in the hall one by one, including antiques, calligraphy and paintings, magic tools, magic treasures...

Ye Qingwan was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that the ancestor could accept so many gifts for nothing just for the gift of apprenticeship. Logically speaking, shouldn't she also get some commission?

Ye Qingwan was thinking hard when she suddenly heard the ancestor calling:

"Xiao Qingwan, I know from your cultivation that you didn't take the Hualing Pill that your master gave you. So today, your master will give you a Jiangchen Pill that can stabilize your internal energy and purify your magic power. The combination of these two pills can greatly improve your cultivation and make it more stable."

"Thank you, Old Ancestor!" Ye Qingwan bowed deeply and took the pills given by the Old Ancestor. Just as she was about to put them back into the storage bag, she heard the Old Ancestor say, "Xiao Qingwan, the storage bag is not the safest storage tool. Why don't you take these two pills in front of everyone?"

The purple-robed monk stroked his whisk and said with a smile, "Old Ancestor, are you obviously worried that we might take the elixir? Oh, if we had known this, we should have blocked our ears first."

"Then it's not too late for you to block it now..."

"Hahaha, Old Ancestor, you really know how to joke!" The purple-robed monk smiled awkwardly, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

"Hehe..." After the old ancestor smiled coldly, a forced laugh was heard in the hall belatedly.

I didn’t expect that the ancestor’s majesty could override the royal power!

It seems that strength is respected in the human world as well.

Ye Qingwan looked at the two pills, and then looked at the people who were not in agreement with her. Perhaps what the ancestor said made sense. After all, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, but you cannot guard against thieves every day.

She still understood the principle that it is a crime to possess a treasure.

So, in full view of everyone, she slowly put the two pills into her mouth.

Then she felt a powerful spiritual power suddenly break through the meridians of her limbs and bones, widen her spiritual veins, and at the same time, she was able to see herself for the first time.

She discovered that the Dantian in her body was expanding rapidly, and the spiritual energy she had previously absorbed was also liquefying in her body.

It turned out that in a blink of an eye, she broke through the bottleneck of the Qi Refining Stage and reached the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Most of the people present here are outstanding in their ability of spiritual practice.

After finding out that Ye Qingwan's realm had been steadily improved in a short period of time, they all sighed:

"Ah, you are worthy of being the last disciple of the ancestor. You are really talented! You have completed a leap to a higher realm in just a few breaths."

"It seems that the old ancestor's alchemy skills are becoming more and more advanced. I still ask the old ancestor to give me some medicine!"

An old man who was about to reach the end of his lifespan spoke first, and then everyone started asking the old man for medicine.

There was no other way, so the ancestor symbolically distributed a Qi-boosting pill to each person to replenish their vitality. After that, everyone began to express their gratitude again and again.

However, at this moment, Ye Qingwan, who was meditating on the spot, not only felt her spiritual power increase, but also felt as if a small golden insect had secretly crawled into her brain...

That little bug was extremely dishonest and kept gnawing at the memories in her brain!

Ye Qingwan was immediately shocked: Is this going to... destroy her memory?

This elixir was made by the ancestor himself, so... this is what the ancestor meant!

What made him put a poison on her?

What made him go against everyone's opinion and accept her as his disciple?

What good would it do them if she lost her memory?

Ye Qingwan was still thinking, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head.

She used her spiritual power to try to kill the abominable insect, but unfortunately the insect's shell was extremely hard, and her limited cultivation level was no match for it...

Fortunately, she saw four rooms in her spiritual consciousness, and one of them was her laboratory.

She was so excited that she rushed into the laboratory and took out some poisonous herbs to feed the insects. Soon, the insects were tricked and stretched out their bodies, not moving at all...

"Haha, what? You can't even handle this little bit of poison. You're not that powerful at all!"

Ye Qingwan was feeling complacent, and at the same time she figured out the crux of the matter: if she lost her memory again, she would forget the past, forget her monster friends, and become a good baby who was both obedient and easy to control!

No wonder the old ancestor gave her such a precious pill without blinking an eye!

It turns out that what they wanted was a mindless puppet.

At this moment, Ye Qingwan wanted to swear.

However, at this moment, the dark clouds outside suddenly dispersed, and the sun showed its lovely smiling face again.

At the same time, accompanied by a loud bang, a huge wave swept a person and flew backwards into the hall...

“Puff—boom!”

The person who was knocked into the hall flew for a distance and finally fell to the ground.

Everyone looked on in amazement.

But the man had been beaten beyond recognition.

But judging from his clothes and age, he looked like Master Qi who had gone out with his personal guards to check before!

The elders of the sect were thrown back into the hall like rags. This was undoubtedly the biggest provocation to the Wanxiang Sect.

Anger finally appeared on the old man's face, and he slapped the armrest of the chair heavily:

"How dare you be so arrogant! Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and take away this evil creature like you!"