The legendary number one beauty was nowhere to be seen; this time, the person in charge was a woman.
Dressed in a charming pink outfit, she held a round fan, half her face hidden behind the peony flowers painted on its surface. She winked at Su Tangxing.
“In this humble monk’s view, this young friend seems to possess some Buddhist nature.”
Next to the Witch Mountain disciples were the Buddhist cultivators, though it was unclear how this arrangement had come about.
The monks were dressed plainly, which only made the Witch Mountain disciples appear even more resplendent. Although they were covered up quite modestly, it only served to accentuate their beautiful silhouettes.
The male disciples of Witch Mountain all wore deep blue waistbands about a finger’s width, cinching their slender and firm waistlines.
Jade pendants hung from their waists, swaying back and forth, drawing the eye.
Noticing Su Tangxing’s gaze, one of them reached out a finger to touch his pendant.
A pale hand, a peach-blossom-colored jade. His slender fingers caressed and toyed with it, his thumb slowly closing around it, the jade polished to a glossy sheen.
Su Tangxing looked up and met the cultivator’s gaze.
He nodded, offering a normal, polite smile.
But due to the nature of his cultivation technique, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like an attempt at seduction.
Su Tangxing averted her eyes.
Because the game’s setting was that one’s bone structure only stabilized after the age of 13, all player characters upon login were uniformly the same age, differing only in adjusted height.
She had created a normal height and build for this age, and hadn’t deliberately made her face look ridiculous. She was still just a child.
Mu Liuyun had been eligible to participate in the sect disciple selection two years ago, but at that time, his grandfather was critically ill, and he feared he might not see him one last time.
Now that the mourning period for his grandfather had passed, he had come to the All-Laws-One-Sect.
Su Tangxing said it was nothing and, just like in the game, firmly chose the Leisurely Immortal Abode.
No matter what others said or how they tempted her, she remained unmoved.
An elder in the hall publicly took out his magical artifact, claiming that if she were willing to join, this Earth-grade High-rank Magic Tool would be gifted to her.
Magical artifacts were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow, with each grade further divided into high, medium, and low ranks. The higher the grade, the rarer they were.
But Su Tangxing had a whole bunch of these in her original backpack. With her forging skills maxed out, crafting a Heaven-grade High-rank Magic Tool was no problem. She kept the ones she liked and sold the ones she didn’t at the market.
To her, it wasn’t much of a temptation, so she wasn’t swayed.
“Are you truly decided?”
“Yes.”
On Su Tangxing’s shoulder still perched that parrot, with the flying ant lying nearby.
She recognized this bird and knew its name was Qingmang, but at this moment, they were still strangers, so she pretended not to know.
She kept her gaze straight ahead, letting the parrot’s claws grip her clothes.
The parrot even affectionately greeted her, its tone very sweet and coquettish, showing that its human contractor usually spoke to it this way.
But its voice itself was too shrill, ringing incessantly in her ears like a piercing, brain-drilling sound.
Su Tangxing’s ears ached from the noise.
She had no choice but to tilt her head and stroke its feathers with a finger.
Her cheek brushed against the parrot’s smooth feathers. It didn’t pull away but instead leaned forward, rubbing its little bird head against Su Tangxing’s face.
This… it really liked her.
Guanlan Yuanjun watched their interaction and said, “This is Qingmang, my first spirit beast.”
The Leisurely Immortal Abode established equal covenant relationships with spirit beasts. Powerful ones could usually be summoned to fight.
Of course, there were also weaker ones like this parrot, kept purely as pets.
Su Tangxing raised her hand and gently touched it, and the parrot cooperatively pecked at her with its sharp beak.
“Very cute.”
Hearing Su Tangxing praise herself, the parrot flapped its wings, shaking its head and repeating in a childish voice, “Adorable, adorable! Mangmang is the most adorable!”
The flying ant, however, remained very quiet, staying still after landing.
Seeing this, the elders from other sects could only reluctantly give up their recruitment intentions.
Apart from congratulating the two Yuanjuns from the Leisurely Immortal Abode, the disciples from Witch Mountain still refused to give up.
The Yuanjun holding the round fan with a carp playing among lotus flowers curved her lips, revealing two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth.
With a gentle wave of her delicate hand, a lively carp emerged from the fan, transforming into a faint red light that wrapped around Su Tangxing’s wrist.
She rested her chin on her hand and smiled, “If you ever regret it, you can tell me anytime. You may call me Jiayue Yuanjun.”
Su Tangxing raised her hand for a closer look, finding a small red carp on the inside of her wrist.
It was entirely red, with only a white dot on its head. When it met her gaze, its eyes even moved slightly.
She thanked Jiayue Yuanjun and then stood beside Guanlan Yuanjun.
Upon seeing their master, the parrot and the flying ant returned to their respective places.
The parrot perched on Guanlan Yuanjun’s hand, and she rubbed its chest twice.
Each time the immortal sects recruited disciples, the numbers were large, and the process lasted about five days.
Afterward, the disciples would follow their chosen sects and depart.
Mu Liuyun still entered the Taiyi Sword Sect. The siblings had little time for a proper farewell, but before parting, Mu Liuyun handed Su Tangxing a storage ring.
“This was prepared by the family long ago. You were too young, so we didn’t give it to you earlier. Now that you’re going to the Leisurely Immortal Abode, which is thousands of miles away from the Taiyi Sword Sect, the family won’t be able to look after you. Keep this with you.”
“It contains Spirit Stones and other useful items. Once you achieve Qi Induction, you’ll be able to open it.”
As he spoke, he took out a pouch from his robe.
“Use these before you achieve Qi Induction.”
Perhaps because they were about to part, Mu Liuyun gave rare advice, “If anything happens, you can send me a message.”
Su Tangxing’s gaze lingered on his still somewhat youthful face for a moment before she nodded.
In the Cultivation World, there was Tongjue, which functioned similarly to a mobile phone and could be used as long as one had Spiritual Qi. Ordinary people could also use it by inserting Spirit Beads into it.
Su Tangxing lowered her head and rummaged through her clothes, pulling out a white jade cicada from a hidden layer in her skirt.
Its mouth was open, holding a tiny Spirit Bead.
This was the Tongjue.
It could be crafted into any shape as a communication tool, small and convenient to carry. It could even be tied with a string and worn on the body, so there was no fear of losing it.
Guanlan Yuanjun was about to pull out the golden hairpin from her hair when she suddenly thought of something, pausing her movement and smiling instead. “This time, we won’t take the Flying Boat back. Let me show you the skills of our Leisurely Immortal Abode.”
Over there, the elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect was flying on his sword, the Buddhist cultivators of the Endless Dharma Temple were stepping on lotus flowers, and the disciples of Witch Mountain were fluttering their sleeves gracefully.
They drifted away like the flowing clouds at the edge of the sky.
There were nine realms in the Cultivation World:
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Emergence, Spirit Severing, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, and Great Convergence.
Above the Nascent Soul stage, male cultivators were called Zhenren, while female cultivators were addressed as Yuanjun.
This time, the two Yuanjuns from the Leisurely Immortal Abode had only found one disciple to their liking during the recruitment. Because of the square-faced Zhenren’s presence, they were unwilling to stay longer.
Guanshui Yuanjun complained, “Running into him is such bad luck!”
Guanlan Yuanjun hummed in agreement.
However, when they left, there was one more person.
It was the wealthy-looking chubby brother.
He had originally stood at the front among the other sects. When he followed Su Tangxing and the other two as they left, she glanced at him in surprise.
As he got closer, Su Tangxing noticed that the man’s obesity seemed somewhat abnormal.
In the Cultivation World, men were handsome and women were beautiful, cleansed by Spiritual Power—there was no such thing as obesity or weight gain.
Yet the young man before him was like a balloon blown full of air, the flesh on his face nearly squeezing his eyes shut.
Even so, his every movement remained refined and noble. His narrow eyes glanced over with a truly imposing air.