UZU Cumidai followed He Tingshuang to the Zhi Shi Tang.
Master Xue is a middle-aged man with modest attire, an unremarkable face, and eyes etched with the marks of time.
He Tingshuang conveyed his purpose with a few words. Upon hearing that Wu Zhumian has a five-element root, his expression showed no change. He pondered for a moment, then nodded casually, his tone indifferent: "I see. Take her over there to register; the dining hall at Jingjiao Peak is in need of an assistant."
Recorded disciples are, at the end of the day, doing menial tasks in the sect.
The Wujixiang Sect has a total of seventy-two peaks, each with a canteen dedicated to it. They provide free meals for the disciples three times a day, with both meat and vegetables. Many disciples who cannot enter jingjiu or are reluctant to give up their desire for food will go there to eat.
The cooks in the kitchen with the fire stove would prepare the meals in advance, placing each portion into large basins one by one. The disciples could help themselves to whatever they wanted, with no restrictions, as long as there was no wastage.
Therefore, helping in the dining hall is relatively easy. A day's worth of contribution points can be earned by twenty, and three contribution points can be exchanged for a piece of ling stone, which is considered a considerable income.
Master Xue is a senior brother of Master He Tingshuang's master, so he gave the younger generation this face.
He Tingshuang understood this as well and immediately bowed and thanked Master Xue, "Thank you, Uncle."
Although Wu Zhumian was not clear about the situation of the Wu Jixiang Sect, he still understood human relationships and customs. He imitated him and said in a sweet tone, "Thank you, Senior Xue."
"Go ahead." Master Xue waved his hand, his gaze turning back to the door once more, a subtle sense of urgency in his eyes: "I have something else to attend to."
Seeing his expression was off, He Tingshuang's eyes sharpened, and he immediately asked with concern, "Uncle, is something wrong?"
Wu Zhumian also looked over. As soon as she entered the room, she could see that Master Xue's expression was off. He stood behind the desk, glancing outside from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.
Master Xue well knew the nature of his nephew, couldn't help but smile inwardly, and replied, "Don't worry, it's not something bad……"
Before the words could be finished, two disciples from the Zhi Shi Tang rushed in, not even bothering to perform the disciples' etiquette, shouting excitedly, "Master Xue, the Xian Meng……the Xian Meng people have arrived! The Xian Meng Lord has also come!"
The Xian Meng, as the name suggests, is the alliance organization of the entire cultivation world, yet it is above all sects, with its headquarters in Fuguang City of Dongxuan State. Branches are set up in Xiling State, Nanxian State and Beiyuan State, and its power covers the whole God's Land.
The Lord of the Xian Meng is usually recommended from the major sects. When Wu Zhumian died, the Lord of the Xian Meng was still Pei Lanjin. He was originally the leader of the Tiansha Zong, a descendant of the Pei family from Zechuan Xianmen in Nanxian State. He was a gentleman like jade, with outstanding talent. Within a hundred years, he had already reached the cultivation level of Perfection Realm.
She had seen Pei Lanjin several times. He had a radiant appearance, with clear eyes and sparse eyebrows, looking like a person with a very mild temperament.
To cultivators, time has almost no effect on their appearance. They can maintain the looks of someone who has just condensed their dan, and even after hundreds or thousands of years, they can still appear young.
Wu Zhumian was curious about what kind of person the new Lord of the Xian Meng would be.
Without time to elaborate, Master Xue gave He Tingshuang a concise explanation: "Nothing, it's just that the Xian Meng recently lost something. The thief must have fled to the vicinity of Shuitian City. The sect master asked us to cooperate with Alliance Lord Xie to avoid unnecessary trouble."
After all, in half a month, it will be the Spring Water Festival. The city has already started preparing for the Shuyun Feast, and some scattering cultivators and people from other Daoist sects are also arriving one after another. The gathering of people from all walks of life and various professions can't allow anything to go wrong.
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhumian's curiosity was fully piqued.
Since even the Lord of the Xian Meng has come, the thing that was lost must be very important. It's hard to imagine what kind of extraordinary treasure it could be……
Master Xue did not continue to speak further, but instead turned around and left with several disciples from the Zhi Shi Tang in a hurry.
Wu Zhumian turned to look at He Tingshuang, who also had a confused expression. He decided to keep his questions to himself.
He was the kind of person who didn't dwell on things in his heart and quickly focused on important matters: "Miss Wu, come with me. I'll first take you to register and then to Jingjiao Peak to get familiar with the area."
Wu Zhumian nodded and followed He Tingshuang to register, which was simply recording her personal information in a book. As a named disciple, she only needed to record her name, age, and spiritual root, which was very straightforward.
After registering, she received a temporary discipleship plate and two sets of green disciples' robes. As a named disciple, she was not considered an official disciple of the Wu Jixiang Sect, and there was no double-fish pattern on her clothes.
He Tingshuang also led Wu Zhumian to Jingjiao Peak. Among the seventy-two peaks of Wu Jixiang Sect, thirty-six inner peaks are only accessible to inner sect disciples. If the outer door disciples and named disciples do not obtain permission, they can only stay within the area of outer peaks.
And Jingjiao Peak is one of the outer peaks.
As the two walked to the square, they could see a group of people in black armor from afar. They wore swords at their waist and walked with quick, precise steps, like black clouds pressing down on the city. This gave people a sharp and ruthless feeling.
Master Xue was talking to a young man, and his attitude seemed very respectful.
The young man was tall and very noticeable. From the angle Wu Zhumian was standing, she could see his back clearly.
He stood tall and straight, with a hint of a sword light hidden in his bones. His black hair was neatly tied up, and a golden crown with gold beads and jade hung from it, making him look noble. He was dressed in a black suit made of the finest shark skin material in the world, giving off a faint cold luster.
Even without seeing the whole person, it is not difficult to see the aristocracy emanating from the bones.
Wu Zhumian was taken aback, and a hint of envy shone in her eyes. If she wasn't mistaken, the thing hanging from the golden threads was a Xuanji Qianlian Jade!
In fact, other than being pretty, this thing has no other practical use. However, it is rare, so its price is also expensive. A single one can be sold for over ten thousand ling stones. As a poor cultivator, Wu Zhumian had longed for it and saved up a lot of money to buy a piece. She even had it turned into a set of sword decors.
He Tingshuang noticed that Wu Zhumian hadn't followed and stopped walking. He turned around, seeing her staring blankly with a confused look on her face. "Miss Wu, what's wrong?"
Ah... It must be so beautiful to weave these strings of Xuanji Qianlian Jade into sword tassels...
Wu Zhumian forced herself to turn back her gaze and shook her head, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Since her expression returned to normal, He Tingshuang didn't pursue the matter any further and continued to lead her forward. Their figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the winding passageway.
At the same time.
At the same time, the young man listening to Master Xue's words couldn't help but glance in the direction of Wu Zhumian's previous stand.
The right eye of the young man had several delicate and eye-catching red lines around it, resembling patterns, tattoos, or scars. These lines stretched all the way to the slightly upturned end of his eyebrow.
The pupil was pitch black and deep, the nose was high and straight, the lip color was rich red. Each stroke was just right, but this lush and exquisite color was completely suppressed by the cold temperament. It seemed like snow on top of the mountain and the soul of the moon. It was remote and unreachable.
"Alliance Lord Xie, what's the matter?"
Seeing the young man's actions, Master Xue followed his gaze and looked over, feeling some confusion.
The young man's expression showed no trace of malice, and his voice was calm: "Nothing."
Master Xue merely asked out of curiosity, and continued, "Your accommodation has been arranged. We would like you, Lord Xie, to stay here for a few days. The sect master has asked us to fully cooperate with the Xian Meng. If there is anything you need, just let us know."
"Okay." The young man responded in a calm voice, "That will be inconvenient to you."
The group continued walking for a while longer, and Master Xue struggled to hold back his curiosity. After looking around, he lowered his voice and asked, "Lord Xie, I'm sorry to pry, but I'm curious… What was the Xian Meng missing? Is it something so important that even you have been disturbed?"
At the sound of this question, a sense of murderous intent seemed to scatter, like snowflakes falling softly into the air around them.
The red lines around the right eye of the young man seemed like blood. He knocked his index finger against the sword hilt and spoke in a somber tone, "The…… God's Sword has gone missing."
"What?" Master Xue stumbled, nearly losing control of his voice: "The God's Sword Frost Strategy was stolen?"
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that a hundred years ago, during the cataclysm of heaven's fissure and the chaos of demons, after the death of the Sword Deity, his destined sword "Muyan" and she were buried together in Nailer Land. The God's Sword Frost Strategy upheld the barrier, but was counteracted by its own power, shattering the blade. It was only found decades ago and had been under the protection of Xian Meng ever since.
But now, it has been stolen!？
Seeing the young man's murderous expression, Master Xue coughed lightly and changed the subject silently: "Don't worry, Lord Xie. Since the thief has fled to Tianshui City, my Wu Jixiang Sect will definitely not let him go!"
The young man quickly recovered his composure and spoke in a calm tone: "Thank you."
