Shang Shang pursed his lips, "I want to be the elder's husband."
Wen Yi: "...You are still young, and you don't understand things between men and women, do you understand? There are only two types of relationships between you and me, master and apprentice, or strangers."
Shang Shang pursed his lips, "But, I like you, I like the Seventh Elder, and you promise to be my wife."
Wen Yi: That was promised by the original owner, not me. Thank you.
"I'm counting down, three, two..."
When Wen Yi was about to count to one, Shang Shang opened her hands and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, "Disciple Shang Wuji pays homage to the master."
When everyone saw this scene, they all looked sideways.
Shang Wuji kowtowed three times with a "dong dong dong" sound, "Master, Shang Shang didn't prepare any tea."
Only when the master drinks the apprenticeship tea can the apprenticeship be considered successful.
Wen Yi raised his eyebrows, "No problem, I'll do the apprenticeship ceremony again in front of all the disciples of Piaomiao Huanfu later."
After living for two lifetimes, Wen Yi accepted a disciple for the first time, and he also gestured to Yuxue, a cute and talented young disciple. Of course he was happy, "I want everyone to know that you are my young master of Piaomiao Peak."
Shang Shang didn't care at all that he had a young master and many masters, he just wanted to be Wen Yi's husband.
Pulling up the little baby, Wen Yi walked past everyone.
The other direct disciples of Fengmai felt indescribable envy in their hearts when they saw Shang Shang with pink makeup and jade.
As a direct disciple, he is one level higher than ordinary disciples, but his status has still dropped in front of the young master. It is impossible not to be jealous or envious.
Outside the door, the beautiful Lan Xiuman from Piaomiao Peak saw Wen Yi and chose Shang Shang to be his personal disciple in front of them. She felt mixed feelings in her heart.
In the past, they only used Wen Yi as a tall branch to serve as a stepping stone to the next level.
Just because her cultivation level and status are not equivalent.
It can be said that Wen Yi did nothing in Piaomiao Huanfu.
Monks in the Qi Refining Realm are just like ordinary people, and they are no more than a hundred years old.
Even with the support of elixirs, it would only last for 120 years at most.
After more than a hundred years, Wen Yi has grown old and is finally reduced to a pile of loess.
Her misty peak will naturally be occupied by people from other styles, so these people have made plans.
Wen Yi wants their beauty.
They want Wen Yi's resources, which is fair.
But Shang Shang has now become Wen Yi's Qingchuan disciple, which means that all the resources of Piaomiao Peak will be directed towards a six-year-old child, and jealousy and anger arise spontaneously.
Wen Yi pulled Shang Shang towards his seat, ignoring everyone's suspicious or probing glances.
A moment later, Liu Xinci, the host of the Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony, flew in from the sky.
Everyone stood up and saluted him.
"Disciple has met the second elder."
"This subordinate has met the second elder."
"Junior sister/junior brother has met the second senior brother."
Liu Xinci's serious eyes were like lightning. He scanned everyone's faces indifferently, and finally stopped at Wen Yi.
A few days ago, Bai Feng told him that Wen Yi's cultivation level was in the Golden Core realm. He still didn't believe it. When he first came here, he sensed someone fighting in the Miao Miao Huan Mansion. He was about to prepare to punish those who didn't know how high the world was, but he was told by his disciples and others,
The ones fighting Wen Yi were Mayor Liu and Xinyue Liu? Xinyue also asked Wen Yi to break the barrier of the Nascent Soul Realm.
"Yeah." Liu Xinci responded calmly to everyone. He walked step by step up to the throne that symbolized the highest power in the Miaomiao Fantasy Mansion. Finally, he suppressed the desire in his heart and stayed in front of the stage:
"The leader is in retreat. This year's Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony will be hosted by me and will begin now."
The first item of the Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony is for each large and small affiliated sect to report on the situation over the years and present various treasures.
Then the main sect gave them new swordsmanship, formations, exercises, etc.
The second event is the sect disciple competition.
The disciples of the main sect and the affiliated sects each have one team, and together with the Jishu Academy participating this year, there are three teams.
Each of the three teams is led by an elder and enters the secret realm to hunt for treasures. The quantity and quality of the treasures obtained are important test standards.
At the same time, the elders will also be tested on their ability to lead the team.
Have the disciples’ practice improved after entering the secret realm?
See which team improves more.
Comparing the two, whoever is stronger after comprehensive consideration will be the champion of this Ten Thousand Peaks Festival.
The champion's reward is: Ice Thunder Immortal Sword and a piece of Qianyuan Sword.
As the life sword of Prince Li, the Qianyuan Sword contains spiritual power that is unparalleled in comparison with ordinary sealed objects or treasures from heaven and earth.
If a ruthless Taoist obtains the fragments of the Qianyuan Sword, he will have a great chance to understand the skills that Prince Li once practiced, thereby taking his cultivation to a higher level.
"Fragments of Qianyuan Sword? The main sect is so generous to give the fragments to the winner!"
"The Ice and Thunder Fairy Sword is the sword of the first patriarch of the Miao Miao Huan Palace. This sword is extremely powerful. Even if you don't have the power of thunder or ice roots, you can use the sword to create thunderstorms or frost."
"That's so generous. This Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony really comes at the right time."
"Our Jishu Academy is going to decide on the Ice Thunder Immortal Sword and the Qianyuan Sword fragments!"
Wen Yi was stunned when he heard the Qianyuan Sword fragments, and quickly called Shen Yu:
"I didn't expect that there was a fragment of Qianyuan Sword in Piaomiao Huanfu. How many pieces did Shen Yu's Qianyuan Sword break into?"
Following Wen Yi's call, an illusory figure appeared in the sky.
Shen Yu's silver hair was flying, with a drop of blood in his eyebrows, and under his feet were blooming blood-colored manjus and sandalwoods.
"Probably nine pieces." Shen Yu gave an uncertain answer.
In fact, there are only nine pieces that he can perceive.
But that's not all.
In addition to the blade fragments, the Qianyuan Immortal Sword also has a hilt.
"What do you mean by approximate?" Wen Yi tilted her head and looked at the stern-looking Immortal Lord floating in the air, "Don't you know anything about you?"
She didn't know how many pieces her belongings were scattered into. Wen Yi suspected that there was something wrong with Shen Yu's brain.
"There are some fragments that should have been suppressed by some powerful force." Shen Yu lowered his eyes and looked down at the people in Miao Miao Huan Mansion.
He is like a high-ranking god, cold, cruel, easy to kill, and exudes a terrifying aura of violence.
"When your cultivation reaches the combined state, you will understand some things."
Shen Yu spoke in a confused manner, and Wen Yi didn't bother to care.
She originally had no interest in the so-called competition, but now that the Qianyuan Sword fragment was available, Wen Yi had no choice but to participate.
Wen Yi: "Ice Thunder Fairy Sword, I just lack a handy weapon."
She looked at the fairy sword floating in mid-air. The sword was transparent and covered with layers of frost patterns and complex and strange incantations.
The hilt of the sword is made of silver. When the electric light flashes on it, it makes a crackling sound, and sometimes there is a dazzling light cut by lightning.
The Ice and Thunder Fairy Sword gives Wen Yi a very aggressive feeling, majestic, cold, and cruel, which is very suitable for practicing the ruthless killing sword.
An uncontrollable high-level pressure fell from the sky, pressing on the low-cultivation disciples. They felt as if electric current was flashing in their bodies, their whole bodies were numb, and they were unable to lift their heads under the majesty of the fairy sword.