Jiang Bingbing was utterly speechless!
Immortal Lord Qingxue was really going overboard!
He kept showing off everywhere that she had successfully Guided Qi into the Body.
“Hehehehe…”
Right now, she was having her head vigorously rubbed by Sect Leader Wuya.
Her head was spinning.
The old man had already tousled her hair into a bird’s nest.
“So impressive!” Sect Leader Wuya finally stopped, stroking his beard with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Our Bingbing managed to Guide Qi into the Body at just fifteen years old—truly a prodigy!”
The disciples in the main hall all turned their gazes in unison toward Ling Hanchuan, who stood silently to the side.
The eldest senior brother had Guided Qi into the Body at five years old.
Yet they had never seen the sect leader praise him like this!
“Of course! My little junior sister is a prodigy! A genius! A remarkable talent!!” Xie Yingnan’s face was full of pride, as if afraid others wouldn’t know just how much he doted on Jiang Bingbing, his little junior sister.
Heh, if Jiang Bingbing hadn’t seen his ugly true face, she might have believed it too.
Amid the joyous atmosphere in the hall,
a cool, unhurried voice suddenly spoke: “Sect Leader Senior Brother, since Bingbing is so impressive, you should at least give her a gift to celebrate her advancement to the Qi Refining stage.”
“Hiss—”
The disciples collectively drew in a sharp breath.
The Qi Refining stage could be called an advancement?
The Peak Lord of Jade Immortal Peak was even more fond and biased toward his little disciple than the rumors said.
Over there,
Sect Leader Wuya’s mouth twitched in anger.
Had the Blood Lotus he gave just two days ago been fed to a dog?
“Didn’t I just give you a Blood Lotus?”
“Bingbing was unconscious for so long after entering the Sword Tomb recently, so the Blood Lotus was used to nourish her body.” Immortal Lord Qingxue’s tone was indifferent, but his words nearly made the sect leader die of rage.
Jiang Bingbing perked up her little ears, listening with great interest, but when she heard that the Blood Lotus had all been given to her to eat, she was instantly speechless. She had only eaten a tiny bit of that Blood Lotus before it was confiscated.
The corner of Sect Leader Wuya’s mouth beneath his beard twitched until it stiffened.
Just as he truly didn’t know how to publicly refuse his little junior brother,
a hearty, rough laugh echoed from outside the hall doors.
The sect leader finally stopped tormenting Jiang Bingbing’s head. With her bird’s nest hair, she followed everyone’s gaze to look over.
A plump, middle-aged cultivator walked in.
He had thick eyebrows and large eyes.
“Junior Brother Ma, you’re here. Quick, chat with Junior Brother Qingxue. This old man has matters to attend to and must leave.”
The sect leader patted his butt and slipped away with lightning speed.
Immortal Lord Qingxue silently rolled his eyes.
Afraid of being seen by the disciples, he turned his face and adjusted his expression back to one of detached, immortal-like coolness, greeting the Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak. “Senior Brother Ma, what brings you here?”
“Didn’t you notify me with a Voice Transmission Talisman? Who in our Sword Sect doesn’t know your little disciple has reached the Qi Refining stage?”
“If it weren’t for Sect Leader Senior Brother stopping you, probably the entire cultivation world would know by now!”
Jiang Bingbing: (⊙﹏⊙)
“……” Immortal Lord Qingxue suddenly had an epiphany. “Senior Brother, that’s a great suggestion. I’ll go notify the entire cultivation world right now.”
Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak: “No, no, no, Junior Brother, wait! There’s no need to announce it so widely.”
Immortal Lord Qingxue: “Why not?”
The Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak wiped his sweat. “How about we wait until Little Bing’s cultivation stabilizes before notifying everyone?”
Immortal Lord Qingxue pondered thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”
All the disciples: Amazing! As expected of the disciple-spoiling maniac, Immortal Lord Qingxue!
Jiang Bingbing breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she was a fool, otherwise, this would be really embarrassing.
The Qi Refining stage was just the entry level of the cultivation world, equivalent to kindergarten in modern times.
To put it in perspective,
others attend kindergarten at five or six years old, but Jiang Bingbing only went at fifteen, and her guardian dragged her around everywhere boasting that she was a genius.
How could she not feel embarrassed?!
“Since Senior Brother is here, then—”
“For Bingbing’s Qi Refining stage gift, I wonder if Senior Brother has recently created any food that can help consolidate cultivation?”
The Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak: “……” He shouldn’t have spoken up—he’d only brought trouble upon himself.
The round and plump cultivator walked to the left side of the hall and sat down on a chair, letting out a comfortable sigh before chuckling and saying, “That’s simple enough. Just let Bingbing come with me to Sumptuous Peak later and pick whatever she wants!”
Immortal Lord Qingxue’s eyes lit up, and he pushed Jiang Bingbing forward. “Right now.”
Everyone in the hall was stunned.
Jiang Bingbing was also stunned. She never expected her master to be like this!
What ethereal, transcendent immortal?
It was all an act!
“Fine,” the Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak stood up, his large belly in tow. He hadn’t even caught his breath yet, and now he had to set off again.
“Let’s go, Little Bing.”
He really was afraid of his junior brother.
Jiang Bingbing looked back at her master with pleading eyes.
Immortal Lord Qingxue leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Remember to get as many rare treasures as you can from your Martial Uncle Ma.”
After saying this, he immediately straightened up, cleared his throat, and said seriously, “Little Bing, don’t ask Martial Uncle Ma for too many things. It hasn’t been easy for him raising his son alone these years.”
Jiang Bingbing: “…”
Alright, alright, so this is what you’re really like, Master!
Ma Shu knew exactly what his junior brother was like.
He couldn’t be bothered to say more.
“Then let Bingbing come to Sumptuous Peak to play for a while. I’ll have a disciple send her back later.”
“Great! Thank you for the trouble, Senior Brother Ma!”
Immortal Lord Qingxue wore a faint smile on his lips until Jiang Bingbing disappeared from sight. Only then did he take Xie Yingnan and the others back.
…
This Peak Lord of Sumptuous Peak was quite interesting.
He wasn’t riding a flying sword, nor was he aboard a Flying Ship, and his mount wasn’t a Spirit Beast either.
Jiang Bingbing looked down.
Beneath their feet was—
a large, white steamed bun!
Ma Shu puffed out his belly. “Little Bing, this is Martial Uncle’s newly developed Flying Xiaolongbao. Isn’t it cool?”
Cool?
Jiang Bingbing’s round eyes lit up.
More than just cool!
This was absolutely her favorite!
Remembering her master’s parting advice, she “plopped” to her knees, her two little paws clinging to her martial uncle’s leg, and said softly, “Uncle, Bingbing wants it!”
“The bun is so majestic, Uncle is so amazing!”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Ma Shu bent down to help Jiang Bingbing up. “I never thought the one who truly understood me would be Little Bing.”
Many people in the sect thought his food mounts were strange and lacked prestige.
Today, he had unexpectedly found a kindred spirit.
He laughed heartily. “Then Martial Uncle will give this Flying Xiaolongbao to Little Bing.”
“Yay! Thank you, Uncle!!”
Jiang Bingbing jumped up excitedly.
Secretly rejoicing in her heart.
If Master finds out I managed to bring back such an amazing thing, he’ll definitely praise me!
In her Consciousness Sea, Fen Jue, who had just woken from cultivation, happened to witness this scene. His expression was complicated, and he genuinely felt Jiang Bingbing’s taste was questionable.
How many people in the cultivation world would use such a ridiculous and comical flying mount?
Probably only these two before him.
Riding a meat bun out of the sect would surely invite ridicule.
As the founding ancestor of the Sword Sect, Fen Jue had ridden both green dragons and phoenixes in his youth. Now, seeing these two from the Sword Sect, he shook his head helplessly and thought: The disciples the Sword Sect recruits truly get worse with each generation.