coobybook Chapter 122: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn
Chapter 122: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn
The spring of the following year came early. The snow in the Yunyue Palace had not yet melted, but the opening of the Immortal Gate, which takes place once every three hundred years, took place as scheduled.
The opening of the Immortal Gate this time was very grand. Although it had also been given great attention in the past, there were some differences.
The fairy world was flourishing, and the news of a Taoist couple ascending to heaven was widely spread. People on earth always longed to have spiritual roots to enter the mountain gate.
After all, not everyone possesses spiritual roots. While those in the world of immortal cultivation generally possess immortal roots, some are so inferior that they can only barely achieve the first steps of refining a golden elixir even after a lifetime of practice. If one manages to cultivate a golden elixir, it's not a problem; at least their lifespan will increase dramatically, potentially reaching five hundred years. If they unfortunately fail, their lives will be filled with regrets, and they'll have to take precautions in their next life, or perhaps console themselves by thinking they still have another two hundred years to live...
Yun Qian, who was born with an immortal fetus, was a bit special, starting earlier than those with ordinary spiritual roots. However, most immortal cultivators were considered immortals by the mortal world, and strictly speaking, they could only be considered human immortals.
They usually just assume that they will work hard to become immortals in heaven... and those who are rare in the world with spiritual roots will successfully enter the immortal mountain on the day when the immortal gate opens.
In fact, it is quite troublesome. Initially, a large number of people need to be sent to serve as judges to select whether or not those have spiritual roots. Later, through layers of selection, the top few will be decided to be eligible to enter the major sects and be accepted as closed disciples.
As for the top few? In order to prevent the nine major sects from fighting each other, the cultivation world will finally rank the top nine.
As for the principle of choosing first and then choosing, it is somewhat related to human relations... But generally speaking, the Yunyang Sect is given priority. The Yunyang Sect is a comprehensive super sect, and the others have their own specialties.
Even though the Yunjian Sect was empty, it was still one of the nine major sects. The reason was simple: Yun Qian's parents, if they were to be singled out, would leave the other sect leaders speechless...
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Finally, the six-month-long screening task has finally come to an end, and the competition test to enter the Immortal Gate is in full swing.
Yun Qian was still in the middle of her training when the news reached her. All this "preliminary information" was a burden to her, so she didn't waste time on it. She believed the Child of Fortune would appear in the final competition... and now all she had to do was become as strong as possible.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, let alone a group of "half-humans". Sorry, Yun Qian sometimes doesn't know what to call these people. Maybe calling them half-immortals is more appropriate? But there is nothing to worry about. Anyway, the road ahead will not be easy.
I've been through so many "orphan girl" scripts that I've gained experience. The "designer" of the world always maintains a delicate balance. It's not absolute, but subtle...
In any case, with the help of the exponential growth, the practice in the past year or so has directly saved her eighty years of journey. Coupled with the assistance of some elixirs, Yun Qian has broken through the early stage of the Nascent Soul and is firmly in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and there are signs of reaching the late stage... However, it is hard to say, the later the practice, the harder it is to break through.
Many people get stuck at one stage, and that can last for eight hundred or one thousand years...
When Yun Qian was sitting under the cliff practicing martial arts, he suddenly felt that he heard a little... a different kind of silence.
She didn't know how to describe this "silence." It felt like being watched, "strange," yet she tried hard to appear normal. The sound of water continued beneath the cliffs, and Yun Qian wielded his sword effortlessly beneath the stream, each move revealing the sharpness of his sword energy...
Her white hair fluttered, a few strands of it flying and messy. The look in her eyes was no longer gentle, but only the glow of a cold moon. She listened to the sound and determined her position. She suddenly put away her sword and stood still. The Xuanyue Sword seemed to sense its owner's emotions and jumped with excitement.
Yun Qian remained silent, but inwardly, a smile curved her lips. She looked up at the world above her. Although nothing seemed out of the ordinary, Yun Qian remained steadfast in her thoughts.
The action was taken without even asking the system to activate the positioning system to check.
She flew to a strange rock above and discovered that from this place she could see the entire Cloud Sword Sect...
Oh~ Yun Qian understood in her heart that the little mouse was here to scout the place. But she didn't want to let him go, so she continued to chase him until she found a place where the mountain flowers were in full bloom.
She paused.
Ling Ji was pursued relentlessly by her for a while, wondering if this was the legendary once-in-five-hundred-years genius in the world of immortal cultivation. The graceful and heroic figure she had just wielded with her sword was deeply imprinted in his mind.
When he saw her stop, he stopped unconsciously as well.
Without turning around, he could feel a gaze on him. There was no murderous intent or hostility.
It seems more like a bit of curious teasing.
The wind was neither fast nor slow.
"My dear disciple, don't let me down. Don't forget God in tomorrow's final competition." The woman's voice was clear and pleasant, yet inexplicably familiar.
After Yun Qian finished speaking, she leaped away. The wind came and went without a trace, but she was a little different. But the only thing left behind seemed a bit dreamlike.
Ling Ji turned around to look, knowing that there was no trace of her there any longer, but he still couldn't help but look, imagining that the world's number one swordsman was standing there and said to him... she called him disciple.
Logically speaking, people hate those who like to teach others the most, but... she is so powerful, and her sword-dancing posture is something he has never seen before, so graceful and smooth.
The boy, always stubborn and uninhibited, was stunned at this moment, his mind inevitably swirling with emotions. There was a tinge of joy at being valued... Logically, the nine great sects... would each accept one. She had already taken a fancy to him.
Ever since he was "wasted", he had been eager to become stronger and reach that point on his own...
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On the other side, Yun Qian, who returned to Yunyue Palace, couldn't help feeling wonderful. Her hard work in training was worth it, and she felt incredibly strong.
She didn't care what the Son of Luck was feeling, what kind of personality he had, or whether he hated her behavior...
Haha, no matter what your mood is, she won't waste time trying to figure out other people's thoughts... No matter what, she has already made up her mind. Once he is accepted into the Sword Sect, she will have to manipulate him to her heart's content.
"Tongzi, how is it? Your son of luck is a little mouse~"
"Host, don't be like this." Don't speak of their supremely noble gods like this...
The system pretended to clear its throat twice. "Host, the information on the Child of Fortune has finally been released. This world is quite special. Just one line of words."
Uh, there's definitely something fishy going on. How could the designer of a world omit the background information of the Child of Fortune... So, he just doesn't want her to know. Well, there's another possibility, that this information has been temporarily hidden, so she has to dig it out herself...
No matter what, a line of words still counts as words.
"Go ahead."
"Uh, ... mortal, mortal body."
Yun Qian waited for a moment in silence, and found that Tongzi's next words had not come to her mind for a long time. The silence between her and Tongzi was terrifying.
Finally, Yun Qian still had some hope and asked, "No more?"
“…Yeah, that’s all.”
"You call this a line of words?"
“…Well, let’s do it.”