Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

After swallowing the spirit beast meat in his mouth, Huang Yiran put down his chopsticks.

I have to say, the spiritual food that doesn’t require you to spend spiritual stones is really delicious.

"Fellow Daoist He, I've checked. Among the disciples who have joined the sect in the past forty years, there are basically no women with the surname Liu. Perhaps your friend used a pseudonym? Or perhaps you're mistaken, and the one who took her away wasn't my uncle from the Xuanyuan Sect?"

He Ling shook her head. "I'm absolutely sure she was taken away by someone from Xuanyuan Sect."

"As for whether to use an alias." This made He Ling a little uncertain. However, judging from Xiaoqing's situation at the time, she had no enemies and was not a meticulous person. She had no need to use an alias, and she probably didn't think that she could use an alias.

However, it is not ruled out that her subsequent master thought her name was not nice and gave her a new name.

"Friend Huang, I'm not sure. If her teacher gave her a name, then the name might change."

Huang Yiran had drunk half of the spirit wine and almost choked herself again. She quickly put down the glass, her face still a little red.

"...Sister Ling, you're joking. If one were to be noticed by the sect's teachers and given a name, one would have to be at least a Jindan cultivator to qualify. Your companion is also quite talented."

"But as far as I know, in the past forty to fifty years, no one in our Xuanyuan Sect has become a disciple of the Golden Core Elder right after entering."

"If such a person really existed, her name would have spread throughout the sect long ago."

"Is that so?"

There was a moment of silence between the two of them, and Huang Yiran finally sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist He, I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should say it."

He Ling stared at the wine glass in his hand. "Fellow Daoist Huang, please feel free to speak."

"Fellow Daoist He, do you know how many disciples my Xuanyuan Sect recruits each year?"

He Ling looked at Huang Yiran with some surprise, but after thinking for a moment, she shook her head. After all, she was an outsider who could only stay at the gate of someone else's sect, and she knew too little about the internal affairs of Xuanyuan Sect.

"The sect recruits nearly a thousand disciples from all over the country every year."

"But do you know how many disciples in the Qi Refining Stage there are in my Xuanyuan Sect?"

Without waiting for He Ling to answer, she continued, "Less than 40,000."

At first glance, it seemed like there was nothing wrong, but He Ling found something wrong when he thought about it carefully. A sect is not a school. Most of the cultivators who can enter the sect will basically stay in the sect for their entire lives. Moreover, the lifespan of cultivators is much longer than that of ordinary people. Even a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage can live for two hundred years, because the number of cultivators who die young is almost negligible.

If there are one thousand people every year, then there will be ten thousand more people in ten years. Why does Xuanyuan Sect have so few people after such a long period of development?

Huang Yiran nodded, "Friend He's guess is correct. Among the disciples that my Xuanyuan Sect recruits every year, almost half of them are lost during the growth process."

"And of the remaining half, only fewer will survive. I, Huang Yiran, still believe I have some skills. After such a long time, not even a single clue has been found. She might..."

Huang Yiran didn't say anything else, but He Ling knew what she was going to say.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent again.

After a while, Huang Yiran stood up and clasped her fists towards He Ling. "Fellow Daoist He, I've said everything I need to say. Of course, what I said may not be the truth. How you interpret it is up to you."

She stood up and walked towards the door, but suddenly stopped when she reached the door.

"If Daoist He wants to ask me for information again next time, I can give you a discount next time."

With the sound of a door opening and closing, He Ling was the only one left in the room.

That night, He Ling felt a little drunk.

Maybe she already knew the result, but her obsession forced her to see the bloody truth.

The weather in early spring is changeable. There was a bright moon in the sky, but a drizzle began to fall in a moment. Then the rain got heavier and heavier, and it turned into a downpour.

He Ling was walking on the street. The heavy rain soaked her hair in an instant, but her white dress was not wet at all. A flash of light appeared on her dress, and the rain on her dress evaporated in an instant, and she became dry again. But the next moment, it was wetted by the rain again, and the process repeated itself.

He Ling walked aimlessly. For a moment she didn't know where she should go, so she just walked around in circles.

Qing'er wrapped her arms tightly around He Ling. She did not come out to comfort He Ling, but just wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Time passed to the next day, and when He Ling looked up and saw the rising sun, he came to his senses.

She wiped the rain off her face, snapped her fingers, and cast a spell, and she was dry in an instant.

She looked towards the rising sun and stretched.

Only then did Qing'er crawl out from her sleeve.

"Hiss?"

"I'm fine, Qing'er, but it suddenly occurred to me that all these years have been wasted."

She looked at her white jade-like palms and said, "I am still too weak after all."

"I want to become stronger!"

"Hiss."

He Ling smiled and patted Qing'er's head, "Qing'er, when did you learn to flatter?"

"Fizz!"

"Okay, okay, I know you're serious."

Two months later, at the Xuanning Auction House, a lot of good things often came out. Some of the things made the outer disciples of Xuanyuan Sect very excited. This time, the Xuanning Auction House was particularly lively, and it could almost be said that it was packed with people.

Because there is a legend circulating in the Xuanning Auction House, that is, every ten years at the Xuanning Auction, a recipe for the Foundation Establishment Pill will inexplicably leak out.

And it is refreshed every ten years.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that this is the Xuanyuan Sect's way of sending them to Tianduan Mountain to die.

But what can they do if they know? Faced with the temptation of building a foundation, these people will jump in without hesitation even if they know there is a fire pit ahead.

He Ling tied up her long hair at this moment. She originally wanted to cut it off directly, but Qing'er kept trying her best to persuade her, so He Ling finally did not cut her long hair.

I had no choice but to tie up my long hair, after all, it was really troublesome to let it hang loose.

She was still dressed in white, but she was holding a folding fan in her hand. It was impossible to tell what the fan bones were made of, but there were mysterious runes engraved on it, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

Two ferocious-looking ninth-level Qi-refining cultivators stood at the door of the auction house. Although no one dared to cause trouble at the door of Xuanyuan Gate, they still put up a front.

As soon as He Ling walked in, a cultivator stopped him.

"Do you have a token?"

He Ling gently waved her folding fan, and a token flew into the monk's hand.

When the monk saw the token, his eyes changed and he immediately smiled.

"Dear guest, please come this way."

Soon He Ling was led into a single room.