The fifth of May. Wangshu Pavilion rarely got up early. Elder Mo, representing the Pavilion Master of Wangshu Pavilion, put the prepared scroll and gifts into a brocade bag. He led the crowd to bow in the direction of Fuguang Mountain, then turned to Yan Bo with his hands behind his back and said, “Yan Bo, you sort it out. Later, let the Immortal Crane send the brocade bag to Fuguang Mountain.” ...
Luo Yan noticed her little junior brother’s gaze and thought for a moment before adding, “Of course, a man who is not handsome and only knows how to talk sweetly, is also not acceptable.” Jiu Hui blinked her eyes. “Huh?” ...
On the main seat, the crow was preening its feathers. There was no lamp lit in the room, but its wings shimmered with a faint emerald glow, as if it were a divine crow from an ancient immortal painting. It glanced at Jiu Hui kneeling on the ground, cawed once, and all the doors and windows in the house were tightly shut, a soundproof barrier was deployed, and in the corner Bai Qi and the Linchi bird huddled together trembling. ...
“Caw!” The crow let out a piercing cry and flew away through the treetops, its wings knocking down a few leaves that fell on Jiu Hui’s head. Zhi You stretched out his hand, blocking the leaves that were falling down on Jiu Hui’s head. ...
When the flowing light completely disappeared, the deep affection and pain on Yin Ji’s face vanished. He turned to look at Jiu Hui and Zhi You, and reached out to cover the wound on his chest, as if he didn’t feel the pain. “The demons infiltrated our sect, killed Chi Quan, and intended to assassinate other sect guests, hoping to cause chaos in the world. I helped them escape because of personal feelings, and I am willing to accept punishment.” Blood soaked through his robe, dripping onto the ground from the hem of his robe. Yin Ji’s eyes were unfathomably dark and gloomy. ...
“Did it thunder often?” Zhi You wanted to light the candles in the house, but Jiu Hui stopped him. “Don’t light them. I’m afraid that if we light the candles, the thunder will strike us, and then we’ll be really embarrassed.” “Why?” Zhi You pushed the candle holder a little further away. ...
What could the three sect masters say? They had nothing to say. Everyone had their own reasons for being miserable, but if they were to compare their contributions, how could they compare to Wangshu Pavilion? ...
“Half step from true immortality…” Yu Jing sighed. “Sect Master Qiu is truly the number one cultivator in the world today. If not for the restrictions of fate, she should have been able to ascend to immortality.” “Immortal Venerable Qiu is a genius. It is only natural for her to become the number one cultivator in the world.” Jiu Hui poured herself a cup of dew. ...
At the break of dawn on the first morning of the Lunar New Year, many shops chose to close and return home to spend time with their families. Boss Song had set up her stall early, and the large pot of glutinous rice dumplings was steaming hot. Some neighbors who were too lazy to cook their own rice dumplings gathered around a small table, chatting about the lively events that had taken place on New Year’s Eve. ...
“Awake?” Yu Jing said to her several unwilling-to-open-their-eyes nephews and nieces. “If you’re awake, then hurry up and get up.” The six disciples of Wangshu Pavilion scrambled to their feet, while the three disciples of Shenji School silently got up and stood behind the six with their heads lowered. ...