The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Chen Xuan and Jun Yan, two tall men, stood side by side with their hands behind their backs on the ancient bridge.

The afternoon sun gently shines on the water, making the ripples sparkle like countless sparkling gems gently dancing.

A breeze blew by, and the sleeves of their clothes fluttered gently in the wind. Their eyes were deep and focused, staring together at the unknown and charming scenery ahead.

The pond under the bridge is full of lotus flowers.

The lotus flowers are graceful and elegant, like shy girls in bud, waiting to bloom; they are also like beautiful fairies, blooming one after another.

The petals are layered and colorful, red as fire, pink as clouds, and white as snow, which is beautiful beyond words.

The fragrance of flowers is refreshing and intoxicating, making people intoxicated and reluctant to leave.

Sect Master Chen Xuan spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic: "Jun Yan, you are raising this lotus very well."

His tone was full of admiration and envy.

Jun Yan looked ahead with a calm expression, a faint smile on his lips: "No, no, it's the spiritual energy of the water source of Lingshan that nourishes these lotus flowers."

His voice was calm and humble, as if all the glory had nothing to do with him.

And just behind them stood a woman as beautiful as a fairy. She was Jun Yan's disciple Mu Qing.

She has a graceful figure, long hair like a waterfall, and eyes as bright as stars.

She stood there quietly, also admiring the beautiful scenery before her, with a smile of happiness and satisfaction on her face.

This rare leisure time made her forget her daily training and worries. She just wanted to immerse herself in this tranquility and beauty and let her mind rest for a moment.

The breeze blew on his face, bringing with it the faint fragrance of the lotus flowers in the pond. Chen Xuan's gaze was deep and focused, completely attracted by the graceful lotus flowers in the pond.

The lotus flowers, half-appearing among the emerald green leaves, resemble shy young girls. Although rooted in the mud, they are able to bloom with pure and flawless flowers, just as the ancient poem says: "Emerging from the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being coquettish."

Chen Xuan couldn't help but admire sincerely that this nobleness and tenacity were exactly the qualities he longed for.

While expressing his admiration, Chen Xuan gently patted Jun Yan who was standing next to him, with a hint of amusement and appreciation in his eyes.

He looked at Jun Yan and smiled, "Jun Yan, you are really like this lotus, pure and elegant, untainted by dust."

This sentence is not only a compliment to Jun Yan's character, but also implies the expectation that Jun Yan will be able to maintain his original heart and not be influenced by the world in the future.

Upon hearing this, Jun Yan's body trembled slightly, then he turned around and bowed slightly to Chen Xuan, with a humble and grateful smile on his face.

He said softly, "It is thanks to the Sect Master's good teachings that I can cultivate on this sacred mountain and experience the wonder and beauty of nature.

Every blade of grass, every mountain and every river in this sacred mountain contains endless wisdom and spirituality.

I love this place deeply and am grateful to the Sect Master for his careful cultivation of me."

Jun Yan's words were full of admiration and gratitude for the sect leader, and also expressed his love and cherishment for Lingshan, a holy place for cultivation.

He knew very well that his growth and progress were inseparable from the sect leader's earnest teachings and the nourishment of the land of Lingshan.

Just like the lotus flowers in the pond, they bloom into the most beautiful flowers after being baptized by mud and clear water.

Under the guidance of the sect leader, Jun Yan will continue to practice and improve himself to become a better and more noble practitioner.

Chen Xuan stood there quietly, his eyes passing through the lotus flowers in the pond. The lotus flowers swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling of the coolness and tranquility of summer.

His eyes passed over the beautiful scenery of green and pink and fixed on the towering mountains in the distance.

Those mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland, exuding an otherworldly temperament.

He sighed deeply, his voice filled with helplessness and emotion: "Ruo Yunche, it would be great if I could be like you!"

When Jun Yan heard this, he was suddenly startled, as if he was suddenly moved by an invisible force. He turned around abruptly and met Chen Xuan's deep eyes.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the eyes of the two intertwined in the air, colliding with endless sparks.

Jun Yan stared at Chen Xuan closely, trying to discern the deep meaning hidden behind every subtle expression, every sigh, and even the intonation of every word he said.

After a moment, Jun Yan frowned slightly, and an astonishing guess emerged in his mind.

He spoke slowly, his voice filled with uncertainty, yet also with a probing tone: "Emperor? Could it be that he is trapped by love?"

At this point, Jun Yan's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of shock and confusion.

He continued to speculate, as if groping for an unknown path in the dark: "Could it be that he fell in love with his apprentice?

How is this possible! That is against the ethical and moral taboos! "

Jun Yan couldn't help but think of pictures that showed the little moments that the Emperor and his apprentice spent together.

In those pictures, Emperor Zun's eyes are always full of tenderness and care, as if he is looking at the most precious treasure in his life.

Sect Master Chen Xuan nodded slightly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed deeply.

This sigh seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and helplessness, making the surrounding atmosphere freeze.

Mu Qing, who was standing behind him, saw all of this, and her heart was filled with turmoil.

When she heard the obscure yet meaningful conversation between Sect Master Chen Xuan and her master Jun Yan, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

She couldn't believe her ears. The Emperor, that high and mighty, unreachable being, actually fell in love with his own disciple?

Xu Wan, who was adopted as a daughter in name only by the leader of Chenxuan Sect but was actually his personal disciple, was revered as a goddess by the disciples of Lingshan Sect and enjoyed endless respect and admiration.

Why? Mu Qing's heart was filled with resentment and anger.

She is a phoenix, a noble and sacred being, and she is the one who should be honored as a goddess.

However, the reality is so cruel that a humble cat demon actually snatched away her glory and favor.

Thinking of this, Mu Qing couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into an evil smile. In that smile, there was jealousy and resentment towards Xu Wan, as well as the determination and coldness towards the action he was about to take.

She secretly swore that no matter what the cost, she would take back her own glory and status and let the cat demon know who was the real goddess.

Chen Xuan looked out at the shimmering lotus pond in front of him and called out softly, "Mu Qing."

The voice is gentle and deep, like a ray of warm sunshine in spring.

However, Chen Xuan did not turn around, so he naturally could not see the expression on Mu Qing's face behind him.

The respect and humility that should have been in that expression were replaced by a barely perceptible evil, as if some unknown conspiracy was quietly brewing in his heart.

Mu Qing's footsteps were light and swift. He slowly moved to Chen Xuan's side, bowed slightly, and there was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Sect Master, what can I do for you?"

Her tone was respectful, but there was an inexplicable light in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan curled up his lips into a gentle smile. He turned around and looked at Mu Qing with deep eyes.

After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth and said with a smile: "How about you and your master compete in this lotus pond?

I really want to see how your cultivation has progressed these past few days."

His words were full of expectation and encouragement, as if he had high hopes for Mu Qing.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qing nodded slightly. That gesture showed both respect for the sect leader and confidence in his own strength.

She took a deep breath, then jumped up, like a light swallow, and stood steadily on the lotus leaf.

The lotus leaves swayed gently as she stood, but she did not shake at all, showing her profound cultivation and excellent lightness skills.

As a disciple of Tianyan Sect, she wore a blue and white disciple uniform. The clothing was simple yet solemn. The blue and white colors intertwined together, making her look fresh and refined, and revealing an indescribable noble temperament.

The afternoon sun shone through the clouds onto her body, giving her a golden glow and making her look even more beautiful, like a fairy descending to earth.

At this moment, the entire lotus pond seemed to become more vivid and gorgeous because of her presence.