Junior sister took first place again

Shen Yao Peak, Yuchun Hall, this is the wing of Shen Yao Peak where the injured are accommodated.

Shortly after Zhao Heng took the last dose of medicine, Lan Ying came over at the right time to check on his injuries.

As she reached the door, it opened inward.

Zhao Heng opened the door and bowed to her.

"Junior Sister Lan, my golden elixir has recovered."

Because they were not disciples of the same clan, they felt awkward calling each other by generation, so they just addressed each other by age.

Zhao Heng said excitedly, "I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If you need me to do anything in the future, I will do it without hesitation."

After the poison was cleared, his face regained its former handsomeness. Coupled with the joy brought by the recovery of the golden elixir, he looked energetic and others couldn't help but feel happy for him.

He said words of thanks, bowed deeply, and then hurriedly ushered the person in to serve tea and water. Lan Ying directly held the cup and said to him:

"Don't worry, let me check it first."

Influenced by the personality of the head monk of Shen Yao Peak, the disciples were meticulous and efficient in their work.

Zhao Heng has lived here for a while and understands Lan Ying's decisive nature in this regard.

He nodded repeatedly and sat on the stool, still unable to suppress his excited smile.

After a careful inspection, Lan Ying couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"Congratulations, you are completely healed. It will not affect your future cultivation."

Lan Ying herself asked her master to come and treat Zhao Heng, one reason being that he was sent to Shen Yao Peak by Ning Jiasheng and others.

The second reason was that she wanted to challenge her own level - to heal the monk whose golden elixir was injured.

Zhao Heng's injury was not at its worst, which was just right for his disciples to study and research slowly.

With her master and grandmaster around, Lan Ying could let go and do her job, so Zhao Heng was arranged to be under her care.

Now that she sees that the patients she has treated have no sequelae at all, Lan Ying is sincerely happy for him and for her own improved skills.

Zhao Heng thanked her again, and then they went to the other side to see his junior sister.

Zhao Heng's junior sister was much more troublesome than him, and was treated by a disciple of Peak Master Li Huan.

The result had already been determined. He saved his life and his cultivation in the Foundation Establishment stage, but from then on he would stop at the Foundation Establishment stage.

She stayed at Shen Yao Peak and waited for Zhao Heng to finish the treatment so that they could return to Changxing Gate together and recuperate.

Seeing the joy on her senior brother's face, He Ling guessed the result. She put away the little sadness in her heart.

He greeted him with a smile.

Sure enough, I heard my senior brother say happily, "Junior sister, I'm completely fine. Let's set off back now."

"There are still two junior brothers. The evil demon has been killed by our predecessors. We must go back to pay our respects to them and tell them the good news so that they can rest in peace."

"Okay, senior brother."

As she spoke, she bowed to Lan Ying and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister Lan. We will now go and pay our respects to Peak Master Li Huan. The Changxing Sect will always remember the kindness shown by Xuanling Sect and Shenyao Peak."

Lan Ying waved her hand to tell them not to be so polite. She took them to the outside of the hall to pay their respects and then sent the two of them to the sect gate. The three of them added each other as friends and kept in touch.

Qingzhou, Tianshu Hall of the Xingchen Sect.

Yan Jiuyuan finally rushed back to the sect after traveling day and night. He looked for his master but couldn't find him. Then his senior brother told him that his master and his uncle were playing chess in the pavilion on Zhihan Mountain.

If they were just playing chess, then they could go and watch. Yan Jiuyuan floated away like a gust of wind and flew towards Zhihan Mountain.

His senior brother was left standing there shaking his head. It was the first time he had seen something other than delicacies make him so anxious.

The snow on Zhihan Mountain never melts all year round, but there is a boiling hot natural hot spring on the mountainside, in which grows a specialty that is only found in Xingchen Sect - glazed cod.

Because its meat is delicious and thornless, it contains a large amount of spiritual power and has a faint fragrance when eaten. It is an extremely popular ingredient for spiritual practice.

The Silver Mist Maojian tea produced on the top of the mountain is a treasure that gluttons covet.

This pool of spring water is dotted among the mountains, adding a unique color to the entire pure white snow mountain.

There are also some ornamental silver lotuses planted in the pond, a patch of red plums and a clump of purple bamboos planted by the pond, and crystal snowflakes condensed into frost hanging on the branches, reflecting colorful colors in the sunlight.

An elegant and exquisite pavilion stands quietly by the water.

The pavilion is supported by four large red pillars. The roof is covered with magnificent golden glazed tiles, and the green eaves are carved with exquisite and mysterious nebula patterns.

There is a copper wind chime tied to one of the corners, which makes a pleasant tinkling sound when the wind blows.

The white snow, red plum blossoms, and colored glaze crystals are already breathtakingly beautiful, but the people sitting in the pavilion drinking tea and playing chess are even more beautiful.

There were two men sitting in the pavilion. The man holding the black chess piece looked to be in his twenties, with a handsome face and a dignified posture. His exposed skin looked like it was carved from white jade.

His eyes were like cold stars, and the light in his pupils was definitely not a reflection of the sky.

The nose bridge is high, the lips are like vermilion, and the most amazing thing is the smooth and graceful jawline with no dead angles. Just the side profile gives people a sense of illusion as if they are in a dream.

He was wearing a purple brocade robe, and even when he was sitting upright, one could tell that he was very tall.

A golden spider-patterned belt of the same color was tied around the waist. The clothes had a wonderful drape, and when the wind blew, the midnight stars embroidered on it with silver silk threads seemed to flow.

Her thick black hair was tied up with a emerald and gilded crown, and her every move revealed an innate nobility.

When he turned his head slightly to look at Yan Jiuyuan who had just climbed the stairs, the word "peerless" took on a concrete image in his mind.

Yan Jiuyuan did not stop. He ran to the pavilion, bowed to the sect leader who was looking over, then bowed to Immortal Yunhua, and then stood quietly behind him.

Opposite the Immortal Master Nanming was the Immortal Master Yunhua, who wore a silver crown, had black hair tied up high, and had an extremely handsome face.

He wore a white double-breasted gown with silver silk flowing cloud embroidered around the lapels and cuffs, and a wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns tied around his waist.

He placed a piece on the chessboard, then picked up a white piece and leaned leisurely on the railing. He looked handsome and unrestrained.

Seeing his disciple returning much earlier than planned, Immortal Yunhua turned around, looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Have you used up all your spirit stones? Your brothers and sisters won't be fooled by you so easily."

Yan Jiuyuan scratched his head and laughed dryly, saying, "It's true that the spirit stones have been used up again, but I came back early because of other matters."

Yun Hua Xian Zun raised his eyebrows, and his eyes lit up with interest when he heard him say that.

"Oh! Tell me."

He turned back and placed another piece. At their level of cultivation, concentrating on several things was as natural as breathing.

After Yan Jiuyuan arrived, out of respect and courtesy as a junior, he waited quietly for the sect leader and his master to finish playing chess before speaking.

Now that his master had spoken and the sect leader had tacitly agreed, he couldn't wait to tell him everything about his encounter with the disciples of the Green Lotus Immortal in Jiangning.

After he finished explaining the hexagram he had calculated, Immortal Yunhua turned around and looked at him again.

Nanming Immortal Venerable also raised his eyes and cast his second glance at Yan Jiuyuan today.

Yan Jiuyuan was momentarily stumped and respectfully asked, "Sect Master?"

Nanming Immortal Venerable said:

"You mean that the two disciples of Qinglian Immortal Venerable are compatible, and the eldest disciple is the one who assists him."

His voice is clear and it's a magnetic and pleasant baritone.

"I am not a talented disciple, I can only see the general idea."

Yan Jiuyuan said this, and suddenly said in frustration: "I should have stayed for another day to calculate for Fellow Daoist Wen, so that I could have seen Junior Sister Ning's fate more clearly."

He was so shocked at the time that he just wanted to go back to the sect and tell his master.

However, fortune-telling is an extremely mentally taxing task, and peeping into destiny comes at a price. Disciples of the Xingchen Sect can only do it once a day.

"It doesn't matter."

Nanming Immortal Venerable said calmly: "It is right for you to leave. With your cultivation level, you will definitely be hurt if you continue to spy on their fate."

Yan Jiuyuan opened his mouth wide. Yun Hua Xianzun tutted and said to his disciple, "I have something to discuss with the Sect Master. I agree to what you want to say. Go down."

Yan Jiuyuan was shocked by the news revealed by his uncle. After bowing, he went down the mountain in a daze.

"Brother, is she the one destined by heaven?"

After Yan Jiuyuan left, Immortal Yunhua sat up straight and asked with a serious expression.

Nanming Immortal Venerable nodded, "It has been confirmed without a doubt."

After hearing this, Yun Hua sighed, "You're only at the Jindan stage, time is running out..."

Nanming Immortal Venerable frowned, "The other person Jiuyuan mentioned is an unexpected result."

He thought for a while, then said, "I'm going to retreat for a while, and I'll leave the affairs of the sect to you."

Immortal Yunhua responded solemnly, and the two of them instantly turned into two streams of light and went down the mountain to make arrangements, leaving only the remaining chess game in the pavilion, waiting for the players to come back and continue.

In the southwest of Zhongzhou, in a rocky mountain area, Ning Jiasheng was fighting a stone monster alone in the stone forest.

Early in the morning, she brought the bird demon father and daughter, holding a white rabbit in her arms, and followed her senior brother to continue her journey south.

Wen Xingzhou knew that his junior sister had always wanted to gain experience, but unfortunately, she had not encountered any monsters of similar strength along the way.

When flying over the stone forest, Wen Xingzhou told her that there was a stone monster in the early Nascent Soul stage below.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes lit up when she heard this. After her senior brother told her that the stone monster had eaten many people and asked her to be careful, she became even more eager to try it.

It’s good to have eaten humans. After eating humans, you can kill them without any scruples and take the demon pills.

The inner demon laughed loudly and said, "You are overestimating yourself. That is a Nascent Soul level stone monster. Do you think you are the best in the world just because others praise you?"

Ning Jiasheng rolled his eyes at her, put Eighteen on his senior brother's sword, and rushed into the stone forest with Chi Yan in hand.

Eighteen lay trembling on Wen Xingzhou's sword, seeing that Ning Jiasheng had been hit in several places by the stone monster, and now his right arm was broken, so he had to hold the sword with his left hand.

He suppressed his fear and asked, "Why hasn't the Immortal Lord taken action yet? When we were in the forbidden area, weren't you worried about the fairy getting hurt?"

After Shiba, Ning Jiasheng and the two guards became familiar with each other in the forbidden area, they often heard Qin Fei and Su Shuangyi talk about the situation when Uncle Wen came to see Uncle Ning with a look of pain on their faces.

She was like his daughter who he kept in the attic. He was afraid that she would melt if he held her in his mouth, and afraid that she would fall if he held her in his hands.

Even if it was a cut the size of a fingernail, he would nag and worry for a long time, and would not stop until his junior sister took the healing pill.

How can you stand still when the person is almost seriously injured in front of you?