"Shen … Shen Ying?" Who! Who? He had never heard of her before. The point was, when did this person start standing here? He was a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he did not notice her at all. Xi Qiu looked at his fellow disciples around him in disbelief, only to see that they had the same surprised expressions.
His heart sank and he glanced at her warily. He even released his Divine Perception, only to find that there was no Spirit Qi on her. So she was a mortal.
Xi Qiu heaved a sigh of relief. He must have been too shocked by Rui Mi's execution to notice this person. But … Yi Qing, a Golden Core sword cultivator, actually had a mortal woman as his master. This was strange. Although sword cultivation was difficult, as long as one formed their core, their future was limitless. Why did he have such a Master?
"Miss … Shen." Xi Qiu smiled and greeted her. No matter how he looked at her, she looked like a mortal. Thinking about it carefully, perhaps this person was a mortal Master that Yi Qing had acknowledged before he started cultivating. Yet he did not forget his master even after stepping into the Immortal Dao. This showed his character. Xi Qiu wanted to accept this person into the sect even more.
"Since Fellow Daoist Yi already has a master, of course we will not force you to choose another one." He smiled and continued to persuade, "However, our sect has always had the position of guest elder. Fellow Daoist is already a Golden Core Dao lord, why not be a guest elder in our sect?"
Yi Qing frowned hesitantly.
Xi Qiu immediately said, "Although guest elder is nominally a member of our sect, we have never restricted guest elders. Fellow Daoist can still travel as usual. But in the future, we will take care of you more outside, so that when you encounter such matters that require the Soul Devouring Gonfalon, there will be no need to be so troublesome. Just let the disciples bring it back to the sect. "
Indeed, it was more convenient to have a sect. Not to mention anything else, just the matter of Rui Mi this time. If he had a sect behind him, perhaps he would not have to wait for the Soul Devouring Gonfalon to produce a Ghost King.
"Moreover, our sect has always given preferential treatment to guest elders." Xi Qiu continued to persuade, "Not only are you free to choose from the cultivation techniques in the Dharma Repository, there is also a separate cave abode. There will also be a corresponding monthly supply of Spirit Stones and elixirs. If Fellow Daoist has any other requests, please feel free to mention them. "
"Are meals provided?" Yi Qing was about to reject when Shen Ying suddenly spoke.
"What?" Xi Qiu was stunned and couldn't react for a moment. What kind of request was this?
On the other hand, Yi Qing, who had been unmoved just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to recall something, and a regretful expression appeared on his face. He had actually forgotten that his master had not eaten breakfast. As a disciple, he was too incompetent.
"Sect Master Xi, do the disciples of the sect have a daily supply of spirit rice and spirit fruits?" he asked in all seriousness.
"There is …" Is this a very important condition? Wasn't that something that only outer sect disciples who hadn't achieved Grain Liberation needed? "If you like it, you can get it from the External Affairs Hall."
"Alright, I'm in!"
"Ah! Ah? "He agreed just like that? Didn't he need to think about it?
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"Sect Master, please arrange a place with a kitchen for me." Yi Qing cupped his hands and said.
"Alright …" Xi Qiu blankly beckoned for a disciple to lead the way.
Yi Qing had already led his men out of the hall in a hurry. From afar, they could still hear their conversation.
"So hungry!"
"Fellow Daoist, please lead the way. Hurry up, my master is hungry."
"How much longer will it take?"
"Don't worry, Master. We'll be there soon."
"Oh, make some soup today. I've been starving for too long, I need to warm my stomach."
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
Xi Qiu: "…"
Xi Chen: "…"
All the hall masters: "…"
What kind of master and disciple was this?
— — — — —
Inside the Pure Palace, there were arrays all over. In the middle of the golden array, a black flag was fluttering in the wind. Large amounts of Ghost Qi were surging on it. In the middle of the array was a tattered array, but there was not a trace of Ghost Qi leaking out.
The four Nascent Soul elders were sitting around, looking up at the flag with shock on their faces.
"What's going on? Why are our spells completely useless? " Xi Chen frowned and looked at the ghost flag in the middle. "If we don't release the evil spirits inside, we can't purify the Ghost Qi inside. But the seal on it has clearly been undone, why is there still no trace of Ghost Qi leaking out? "
"This flag was made by Rui Mi. Fiendish cultivators have always been cunning. There must be a mystery in this flag that we haven't seen through," Xi Qiu answered with a serious expression.
"What should we do? If this continues, the Ghost Qi inside the flag will only get thicker and thicker. "
Xi Qiu clenched his fists by his side and looked at Xi Chen. "Let's ask Uncle-Master to come here. He has always been the most knowledgeable about array formations."
Xi Chen immediately took out a Dharma talisman and conjured a hand seal. The Dharma talisman immediately turned into a stream of light and flew out. In a short while, a male voice rang out in the palace. "What's the matter? Why are you calling me so urgently?"
A figure suddenly appeared in the palace. He looked extremely young, dressed in a blue and white robe and holding a jade flute in his hand. His shoulders were draped with black hair and his face was like jade. His whole body exuded a clear Spirit Qi, as if he was an immortal who was untainted by the mortal world and would ascend to heaven in the next moment.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master Lonemoon!" The four of them stood up and bowed.
"En." The man nodded his head, his expression still as indifferent as ever. He looked around before fixing his gaze on the flag above. "Soul Devouring Gonfalon! Why is it here? Have you dealt with that Fiendish Cultivator? "
"Uncle-Master, Rui Mi is indeed dead, but it was not our doing." Xi Qiu bowed respectfully and explained, "He was killed by an itinerant cultivator, and this gonfalon was sent by him to purify the Ghost Qi."
"Mm." Lonemoon responded indifferently. He conjured a hand seal and struck the Soul Devouring Gonfalon, but the flag still did not react. It did not even shake.
"Eh?" Lonemoon was stunned. This Soul Devouring Gonfalon could actually withstand the spells of a Soul Formation cultivator.
"Uncle-Master, the four of us have already tried just now. No matter what spell we used, this ghost flag did not react. I wonder why? "Xi Qiu explained.
"Maybe it's because of the sealing array formation on the flag." Lonemoon frowned and looked up at the gonfalon carefully. After a while, he said, "I wonder who set up this array. It looks incomplete but it has such power."
Xi Qiu suddenly thought of something and immediately said, "This array could have been set up by that Sword Cultivator."
"Sword Cultivator?" Lonemoon turned around.
"It's a Dao Golden Core Dao Lord. He's quite famous among the itinerant cultivators." Xi Qiu smiled and said, "He has already joined our sect as a guest elder. His name is Yi Qing."
"What!" Lonemoon was shocked. He could not even maintain his cold expression. "What did you say his name was?"
Xi Qiu was stunned. He did not understand why Uncle-Master was so shocked, but he repeated, "Sword Cultivator Yi Qing."
"Yi Qing, it's really Yi Qing. Where is he now?!" Lonemoon became even more agitated. He grabbed the man and asked anxiously.
Xi Qiu pointed in a direction. "Yingyuan Peak's …"
Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him disappeared like the wind.
The remaining four people looked at each other. After a while, they remembered the matter at hand.
"Uncle-Master, the Soul Devouring Gonfalon …" What should we do?
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