08 Is There Such a Thing?

More than half a year after joining the sect, the first peak was more lively than ever before. The newcomers discovered that many of the senior brothers and sisters who had been in seclusion for a long time and had only heard of their names had left seclusion.

After all, the event is held every few years, and the life of monks is generally quite boring. There is not much fun in ordinary times. This kind of large-scale competition can be regarded as the favorite activity of monks.

This year is even more special. There is Ye Yong, the so-called top talent in the Eastern Continent. He is a senior brother and sister who has been in seclusion for several years and has no idea what is going on around him. As soon as he came out, he heard people around him discussing it. It would be strange to be curious if he was not interested. He arrived early. The big square is waiting for newcomers to arrive.

Ye Yong came to the square surrounded by a group of senior sisters from the Music and Painting Hall. The Music and Painting Hall was originally the most beautiful person in the Tianluo Sect, with a small number of people and many beauties. Ye Yong is in the middle, just a little green among thousands of flowers, and the moon is held by stars.

The so-called coordination of yin and yang, if one party is too heavy, it will break the balance. Logically speaking, surrounded by so many women, Ye Yong will appear particularly feminine, but he does not. He is dressed in white and is better than snow. The sun shines on his face, as if he has his own holy light. Feng Shen is handsome, with deep eyes, and an immortal-like aura that overwhelms more than a hundred female monks from the Music and Painting Hall.

"This way of appearing is quite impressive." Those senior brothers who had never met him didn't know whether they were praising or sarcastic.

"I thought it was some kind of heavenly being, but this is what happened?"

"You damn ugly guy! Look at yourself in the mirror first! Let's not talk about whether he has reached the level of a celestial being. It's enough that he is a celestial being compared to you!"

"Could it be that the female nun from the Music and Painting Hall who you pursued a few years ago is also in there? It doesn't feel right to you, right?"

There are always ignorant creatures who dare to challenge the power of the villain's aura. The senior fellow who looked average and was by no means ugly only said one sentence, but what he received was a stormy response, with violent raindrops of words hitting his whole body hard.

He felt out of breath and looked at the male cultivators nearby. None of them spoke. Even the junior disciples he had taken care of before looked away, pretending not to recognize him. Obviously this was not the first time this happened. , and it wasn’t the last time, he just happened to step on a thunderbolt.

With the precedent set, the number of people who dared to publicly mock Ye Yong in the future immediately decreased a lot, and they did not even dare to talk about Ye Yong anymore, for fear of accidentally saying something and arousing the public indignation of the female cultivators.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there is no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women. If you can stand out in it, it is not surprising that you will be sought after.

Opposites attract, Ye Yong attracted the attention of the female cultivators, and when Qin Shimeng appeared on the stage, he also attracted the attention of the male cultivators.

These senior brothers who had just left seclusion not only heard about Ye Yong's deeds, but also heard about Qin Shimeng's story.

A new female cultivator with awe-inspiring talents. When she first entered the sect, she was accepted as a direct disciple by Elder An Yufang, who had always been extremely cold and cold-hearted. If these were just her advantages in talent and cultivation, then everyone who had seen her appearance was full of praise. , calling her Fairy Qin undoubtedly shows that the other party really has something.

Qin Shimeng wore a veil. Compared with Ye Yong's high-profile entrance, which was surrounded by people, she was fluttering in red. Although she was alone, she did not look lonely and pitiful. Instead, she looked like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world. She was not without companions. , but the companions did not dare to approach at will.

In addition to Ye Yong and Qin Shimeng, there are some newcomers who are also pretty good, but they are far behind them in terms of popularity and attention, so there is little discussion. The attention of the senior brothers and sisters is basically on the two of them.

Long Tian and Qiu Ligao were the type who would not be looked at twice in a crowd. Without attracting any attention, they arrived at the gathering place for the disciples from the outer sect of Jiange Hall.

"I really want to stand next to Master Ye Yong, even for just a second, and experience the feeling of being watched by everyone." Qiu Ligao looked in the direction of Ye Yong with admiration.

Long Tian didn't say anything, but he looked over there a few more times. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Ye Yong, who was surrounded by the crowd, was extraordinary. Even the old man from the Fallen Immortal commented like this: "I don't know what kind of skills this Ye Yong has practiced. He exudes a wonderful aura both inside and out. In addition to being good enough, others admire him so much because of his aura. ’

‘Is there such a thing? A technique similar to charm? ’

'No, Charming belongs to the evil way. He is the kind of upright person. It's like there is an immortal descending to the earth now. The most powerful saint here can't help but want to kneel down and worship him when he sees him. This comes from the aura. Powerful transcendence and suppression, that's probably what it means. It is very likely that he has cultivated incredible immortal body and immortal magic. ’

'Immortal body and immortal method...' Long Tian is currently cultivating the holy body and holy method. According to the old man of the Fallen Immortal, he needs some special materials to transform into an immortal body. As for whether he can get it Those special materials are all unknown, so Long Tian still yearns for the immortal body and immortal magic.

‘I also mentioned before that there is most likely a powerful being standing behind him. Now it seems that ordinary saints cannot let him cultivate the immortal body and immortal magic. Therefore, I think that the other party is the kind of saint who has received ancient inheritance and is about to ascend. There may even be several people involved. ’

'You seem to have said that there is something wrong with the way of heaven. There is no way to perceive the immortal world here, so all modern monks cannot ascend. ’

'Yes, everything is ready for ascension, but they can't go any further and are stuck in the lower world. They will definitely find other things to do, such as continuing to study the ancient battlefield, digging for more clues about the original battle situation, or concentrating resources. , jointly cultivated a monster that no one could match in the past thousand years. ’

"Ye Yong is this monster, right?" Long Tian thought it made sense. The old man like Yuxian was in the same situation now, because he had nothing to do, so he taught himself carefully. No matter whether you are a human or an immortal, you always have to find something to do when you are free so that you will not be bored.

Long Tian didn't envy Ye Yong. It was Ye Yong's luck to be chosen by those saints. It was his luck to meet the old man from the Fallen Immortal. Long Tian believes that luck is one thing, and his own efforts are another. Mud can't hold up a wall. No matter how good luck you have, it's useless if you don't work hard.

The more things Ye Yong gets, the more interesting it becomes for Long Tian to chase after him. Imagine that a monster who collects rare resources from the lower world is surpassed by him in the end. Is there anything more satisfying in the world?

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At 9 o'clock in the morning, everyone who could come came. Tens of thousands of Tianluo Sect disciples gathered in the square, accounting for four-fifths of the total number of people, which was much more than in previous years.

Seeing that the time had come, the presiding elder began to speak: "I would like to mention a few words..."

An hour later, the elder briefly mentioned a few words before he finished his words, indicating that Ye Yong, who was the representative of the new disciples, could come up and say a few words.

The drowsy disciples below immediately became energetic, and their eyes suddenly focused on Ye Yong, who was slowly walking up to the high platform.

Being stared at by tens of thousands of people, Ye Yong felt very uncomfortable. It seemed that no part of his body was private and was being seen.

And with so many expectant and joking looks, Ye Yong couldn't possibly give a speech like he did when he was a student, saying thank you to his parents for their cultivation, thank the elders of Tianluo Sect for giving him this opportunity, etc. It would be so boring. Although he wanted to be perfunctory like this from the beginning, it was obviously not possible now.

There are dozens of steps, and Ye Yong has already walked halfway. He can't wait to walk back and forth several times, taking a lot of time to think about how to deal with this occasion, so as not to lose the public's expectations, not to be looked down upon, and not to be praised by heaven. kill.