Lonemoon flew to Yingyuan Peak at the fastest speed in his life before he remembered that he did not ask Xi Qiu which cave abode he was staying in. He had to use his divine perception to scan the entire peak before he found a strange figure in a small courtyard at the bottom of the peak.
He calmed himself down and flew directly in that direction. He had not heard his own heartbeat for a long time. Three hundred years, a whole three hundred years, the person he had been waiting for finally appeared.
Lonemoon clenched his fists by his side and took a deep breath to regain his usual calm expression before he walked into the small courtyard. He was finally going to see the future strongest person in the Three Realms, Sword Immortal Yi Qing. He looked up to find the aura of the Sword Qi. He did not know what he actually looked like and what he was doing now. Was he practicing swordsmanship, comprehending sword intent, or cooking?!
Eh?
Why the hell was he cooking! What happened to the promised strongest person in the Three Realms, the promised Sword Immortal?! Wasn't this a little too down to the earth?
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Lonemoon's heart stopped and he felt like he was going to spit out a mouthful of blood. He was blind, he had to be blind!
"That (Qing), are you done yet?"
"Master, please wait, I'll be done soon." Yi Qing waved the spatula even faster.
"Remember to put more meat in."
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
Lonemoon: "…" He faintly heard the sound of disillusionment.
He stood in front of the courtyard for a full quarter of an hour until the figure in the kitchen walked quickly into the house with the dishes. He then remembered his purpose. Thinking about the time now, Yi Qing was still a Golden Core cultivator and not the future famous immortal of the Three Realms. It was normal, normal.
He tucked his chin and walked in.
"May I know which Supremacy you are?" Before he entered, the other party had already noticed him and turned to look at him.
Lonemoon's heart settled and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. He was indeed the future Sword Immortal. He was only a Golden Core cultivator but he could tell his cultivation at a glance. It seemed that he was very sensitive to Spirit Qi. Instantly, he felt that the disillusionment had been restored a little.
"Lonemoon," he replied in a low voice. His hands were behind his back, and he looked as cold as ever.
"So it's Supremacy Lonemoon." A look of surprise flashed across Yi Qing's eyes. He immediately stood up and cupped his fists in greeting. In the entire Immortal Cultivation World, there was no one who did not know the name Lonemoon. He was a genius in Immortal Cultivation. Rumor had it that he reached the Soul Formation level in just three hundred years and was one of the three Soul Formation Supremacies of the Xuan Tian Sect. Although his cultivation level was not as high as the other Soul Formation cultivators, he was the only sword cultivator among the Soul Formation cultivators. If they really fought, no one would be a match for him. As a fellow sword cultivator, Yi Qing had naturally paid attention to this person.
Lonemoon seemed to be used to everyone's shocked expressions. He said calmly, "You're the Golden Core sword cultivator they were talking about?"
"I am indeed a Sword Cultivator." Although he did not know why the other party had come, Yi Qing still nodded frankly.
He glanced at him. "You were born with a Sword Physique. You are indeed the most suitable to cultivate the sword."
Yi Qing paused and frowned. This was the first time someone could tell that he was born with a sword constitution.
"You don't have to worry too much." As if he could tell what he was worried about, Lonemoon said in a low voice, "Born with a sword constitution is rare, but I don't care about it." Born with a sword constitution, excellent qualifications for sword cultivation, it was indeed easy for people to be jealous and take over. Looking at his expression, he guessed that this had happened to him many times before.
"May I know why Supremacy has come this time?"
Lonemoon took a step forward and said, "Since you have already entered my Xuan Tian Sect, of course I will not tell anyone about your sword constitution. It's not easy to cultivate as a sword cultivator. From today onwards, you shall become my personal disciple. "
"There's no need for that."
"You don't have to thank me. I just … What did you say?!" Lonemoon paused and swallowed the words he was about to say. Did he hear wrongly? A Soul Formation cultivator wanted to take him as a disciple. He … He actually rejected! His signature cold expression froze for a moment, and he blurted out, "Why?"
"Because I (Because) …" Before Yi Qing could answer, the sound of food being swallowed came from the side. A female voice suddenly interrupted, "His Master is me." Another person snatching the chef's job.
"What?" Only then did he see a woman sitting at the wooden table in the house. Her clothes were dusty and her hair was disheveled. She was holding a pair of chopsticks, the corners of her mouth moving up and down as she ate. More than half of the various dishes on the table were swept away. Suddenly, he thought of a word that he had not heard for a long time — foodie!
Who was this person? He began to quickly search for names in his memory, but found that none of them matched.
When he first came in, he was so shocked by the way Yi Qing was cooking that he did not hear their conversation clearly. He did not expect that this woman with no Spirit Qi at all was actually his Master. So a sword immortal had a Master? The plot did not mention that!
"You are?"
"My Master, Shen Ying," Yi Qing answered with a respectful expression. He did not forget to refill her bowl of rice.
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. He really did not expect that Yi Qing already had a Master. And from the looks of it, their relationship was very deep. He looked up and down at this girl who was still crazily eating. For a moment, he could not figure out how deep the other party's depth was. He could only ask tentatively.
"This sister … Miss, I am very curious. May I know what your cultivation level is?"
"I don't know." Speaking of which, what exactly was cultivation?
He did not know. It seemed like she really had not cultivated before!
"Then are you good at spells and swordsmanship?"
"No!" Shen Ying answered honestly.
"How about refining weapons?"
"I don't know!"
"Then elixirs?"
"Never heard of it!"
"Imperial beasts?"
"No!"
"…" Then how dare you take me in as a disciple!
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Lonemoon's eyes turned and he got the same answer as Xi Qiu. This girl must be Yi Qing's Master before he cultivated, so she was really a mortal. Lonemoon was instantly relieved.
"You are a person who values relationships and righteousness." He nodded approvingly at Yi Qing. "In that case, I will allow you to continue to take care of her after you become my disciple." He could still understand the thoughts of a teacher for a day.
"Supremacy, you misunderstand. I have no intention of joining another sect." Yi Qing still refused.
"You …" Lonemoon was suddenly a little angry. He was a Soul Formation cultivator after all. He had already taken the initiative to take him in as a disciple, but Shen Ying actually rejected him again and again. Even if he was a future sword immortal, there was no need to put on such airs. "It is said that a teacher for a day is a father for life. But we immortal cultivators are naturally different from mortals. For the sake of your immortal path, there is no need to adhere to this kind of etiquette. "
"Supremacy, please go back!" Yi Qing frowned and faintly felt some anger. "Although I, Yi Qing, am only a Golden Core cultivator, I will never betray my sect." With that said, he turned to Shen Ying and said solemnly, "Master, rest assured, I will only be your disciple in this lifetime."
But the other party only responded vaguely, "Oh, oh, oh …" Eat rice, eat rice, eat rice.
"You … you stubborn brain, why can't you talk it through?" Lonemoon was so angry that he paced back and forth. He really wanted to turn around and go back, whether he wanted to be a disciple or not. But for the sake of his own future, he had no choice but to hitch a ride on this boat. Taking a deep breath, he continued to persuade, "I say, brother, I am doing this for your own good. I am a Soul Formation Supremacy after all. If you become my disciple, you will directly become a rich second generation. What can you not have? Aren't you about to cultivate sword intent? I can help you! "
"No need, what my master knows is already enough for me to learn my whole life." Yi Qing was completely unmoved, looking proud that he had a master. "There is no need to choose a sect again."
"You …" Seeing that he was so stubborn, Lonemoon could only use the method of provocation. "If your master treats you well, she will also be willing for you to become my disciple. After all, she is only a mortal, what the hell does she know about immortal cultivation. In the future, if you … "
"Supremacy, be careful with your words." Yi Qing slammed the table fiercely, as if he was really angry. "My master knows a lot, not just anyone can comment on her." You can criticize me, but you can't criticize my master!
Lonemoon was speechless. Seeing that he looked like he would turn against him if he said another word, he hurriedly changed his words. "It was a slip of the tongue." He turned to look at Shen Ying, who was still calmly eating rice, and rolled his eyes. He could only use a roundabout way to save the situation. "That girl … Yi Qing is indeed a rare talent. If he becomes my disciple, it will not be a dream for him to soar in the future. Now that he is not willing because of old times, why don't you help me persuade him. "
Shen Ying's hand that was eating rice finally stopped. She blinked and looked up to glance at him. Speaking of which … You people in the immortal circle have a trend of poaching people. Do you still let others hand you a shovel?
"Don't worry, I sincerely want to take him as my disciple. If you have any questions, you can ask me. "Lonemoon hurriedly added.
"Alright!" Shen Ying sighed and put up the chopsticks in her hand. "I only have one question."
"Speak."
"How long have you transmigrated?"
"Not long, just about three hundred years."
"… Oh."
A while later …
Lonemoon: "Holy shit!"
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