Traveling around the world, I have a sign-in system

Mo Xiaoye opened his eyes sleepily and looked at the roof above with his mind a little distracted.

A Gong E walked in from outside. She originally just came to take a look, but unexpectedly she saw Mo Xiaoye with his eyes open.

"I am Lanzhi, your servant. I greet Immortal Mo. You have finally woken up. That is great. I will go tell the Emperor that Immortal Mo has finally woken up," she looked at her in surprise, turned around and quickly rushed out of the room.

Mo Xiaoye looked at the girl named Lanzhi coming in and out with a confused look on her face. She shook her head helplessly, turned over, ran to the dressing table, and combed her soft and smooth hair.

A girl with her hair in a high bun and a plain long dress with delicate flowers embroidered with silk thread looked at her curiously.

Perhaps because the other person's gaze was too intense, Mo Xiaoye was sensitive enough to notice it. She turned around and asked, "Hey, who are you?"

The girl jumped into the room without any fear, holding two strings of candied haws in both hands: "I am Cheng Yu Yuan Jun, I heard that you are the disciple of the Emperor and have ascended to heaven. I was very curious, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

Mo Xiaoye smiled and said, "Hello, Cheng Yu Yuan Jun. You are right. I have been worshipping Emperor Dong Hua as my master in Kunlun Xu for four years."

Cheng Yu couldn't help but feel happy to see that she was not at all pretentious: "I heard from the Emperor that he will hold a teacher-apprentice banquet in Taichen Palace. At that time, there will surely be many gods coming to celebrate for you. Are you nervous?" She said to Mo Xiaoye as if jokingly while still staring at her.

Mo Xiaoye felt inexplicably pressured: "Not that serious, right? Didn't you say it's just a disciple-apprenticeship banquet? There shouldn't be many people coming, right?" She said uncertainly, and ran to the door nervously, leaning on the edge to look out, her eyes rolling around.

She turned around, lay down and fell asleep. Cheng Yu was stunned by this action: "Hey, why did you go back to sleep again?" She was very confused about what she was doing.

Mo Xiaoye smiled and said, "I have already become your disciple. Now, if we hold a banquet to worship your master, there shouldn't be too many immortals coming." Her tone was extremely innocent.

Cheng Yu looked at her with a strange expression: "That's hard to say. The Emperor is the ruler of heaven and earth, and he has a noble status. Many people come here to see him. The Dragon and Phoenix tribes will definitely send people, and the immortals from all over the world will definitely not give up their relationship with the Emperor." She spoke softly.

Mo Xiaoye sighed: "Alas, I am a mortal who finally got the Emperor, who took me in as his disciple with great insight, and ascended to the immortal realm with great pressure. Now I cannot bring shame to the Emperor!" She is building herself up.

"Puchi, hahaha, you are the only one who is practicing under pressure. You slept from the fusion stage to the ascension to the immortal stage. Is this the result of your hard work in practicing?" Tang Yu and another strange young man heard the conversation between the two girls in the room and made them both laugh.

Seeing Tang Yu smiling and walking towards her with another handsome young man, Mo Xiaoye was stunned for a moment and pouted slightly: "It took me four and a half years to practice from a novice to the upper fairyland. Isn't it hard enough?" She said as she ran to Tang Yu with her hands on her hips, "Then how long did it take you to become an upper fairy from the beginning of your practice?" She looked at him unconvinced.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Supreme God Tang Yu, Cheng Yu Yuanjun and Supreme God Song all felt as if they were stabbed in the heart by a sharp arrow. It took her only four years to go from a novice to an immortal. This can no longer be said to be a matter of good talent. It can only be said that God was chasing her to upgrade her cultivation.

Tang Yu used to think that she was unwilling to work hard in her cultivation, but after she reminded him, he realized that even if she didn't work hard, her efforts were worth tens of thousands of years of his own cultivation.

Seeing that Tang Yu's thoughts were scattered and she didn't know what he was thinking, Mo Xiaoye got a little angry. She stepped on the back of his foot and said "humph!" before turning around and running out of the door.

Taichen Palace was very large, and there were more than a dozen side halls alone. She walked through one hall after another, and finally in the eleventh hall she saw Emperor Donghua sitting quietly at the table, drinking tea.

She ran over and said, "Hello, Master. I'm awake. Are you drinking tea?" She sat down opposite him, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Emperor Donghua stopped his actions and said: "I know you are awake, but weren't you very busy just now? What's the matter? Just say it directly, there's no need to hold it in." His expression did not change, still extremely cold, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Mo Xiaoye took out a small box: "I picked up a half-dead soul before, and I used a lot of my Seven-Star Soul-Nourishing Flowers to save it, but now I don’t know what to do to help her. Master, please help me." She pushed the box over and bowed to the master with her hands clasped together.

Emperor Donghua's eyes flickered slightly. Ever since he accepted this disciple, has he never asked him to do anything for her?

As for sending a soul to reincarnate as a human, isn't that a simple matter?

Emperor Donghua took the box nonchalantly, "Well, first it was the soul-nourishing flower, and now it's a box made of soul-nourishing jade. I didn't expect you to have such treasures," he said as he opened the box. He wanted to see who was so lucky to get the help of his apprentice.

As soon as he opened a crack in the box, he felt the familiar breath wafting out from inside, and with a whoosh, he suddenly appeared beside Mo Xiaoye.

He, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, was now extremely emotional because of the soul in the box. He could not control his pressure for a moment, and the powerful pressure was pressed on her.

Mo Xiaoye's face flushed red, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body made a creaking sound as his bones could not bear the weight.

When she vomited blood, Emperor Donghua realized that his pressure had been released unconsciously.

He quickly withdrew his pressure and put away the box, then went forward to help her up, and put his hands on her back to treat her injuries.

Sima Ming hurriedly walked in from outside: "Emperor, all the gods in the world, I heard that you want to..." The voice came before he arrived. When he saw the scene in the house, he hurriedly retreated and guarded the outside to prevent anyone from coming in to disturb him.

Mo Xiaoye opened her eyes and looked around on the couch, then stood up and found that there was nothing wrong with her body and it didn't hurt anymore. She was just wondering if her master's reaction was a little too strong.

A slender hand touched her pulse. A cold touch brought her back to her thoughts and she turned her head to look: "God Zhe Yan, why are you here!"

"The Emperor asked me to come and see you. Your injury has been healed by him, but I still have to prescribe some medicine for you to repair the damaged meridians." Zheyan withdrew his hand, stood up and walked towards the desk.

Mo Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, and then carefully sensed it again. There was no abnormality or pain in the body: "But I felt it, and there seems to be nothing unusual in my body."

"Haha, my medical skills are the best in the world." He raised his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to be asking, am I the doctor or are you the doctor?

Mo Xiaoye stopped talking and sat obediently on the bed, watching him grinding ink and writing. Si Ming walked over and looked at Mo Xiaoye. He saw that her face was flushed, her eyes were bright, and she was blinking her lively eyes. She was looking at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.

Siming was a little surprised. What happened? He walked towards Mo Xiaoye and said, "Little Princess, how are you? Are you okay?"

Mo Xiaoye turned to look at him with a confused look on her face: "Are you calling me 'Little Princess'?" She stretched out her index finger in astonishment, pointing at herself. Before, Gong E over there called her Mo Shangxian, why did he change the name when it came to him?

"Yes, I didn't call you wrong. You are the only disciple of the Emperor, so what else should I call you if not Princess Di?" Siming explained patiently.

Mo Xiaoye nodded as if she understood: "Master, maybe you don't like me very much?" She frowned slightly.

"Little Princess, you can't imagine it on your own. The Emperor is helping you heal your injuries today!" Si Ming hurriedly comforted her, but he didn't know that Mo Xiaoye's injury was also caused by the pressure from the Emperor.

Zheyan's figure appeared beside her at some point, and the paper fan gently tapped her head.

"What are you thinking about? I was also summoned by the Emperor. He still cares about you very much."