Qi Ruifeng was a little embarrassed by what he said. "Well, my dear disciple, I finally managed to establish this sect, and I wanted it to be famous throughout the world! Is that so wrong?"
Xu Ning sighed. "Master! I've done enough for you! I've been running everything for five years."
In the past five years, Xu Ning had truly worried himself sick, managing the sect's growth, the disciples, the resources.
Qi Ruifeng's face showed embarrassnt. "Disciple, please promise this ti! It's beneath my dignity to have a sect leader like receive those holy sons and daughters. They'd laugh at ."
Xu Ning finally sighed helplessly. "Alright! I'll go, okay? Just this once."
Qi Ruifeng smiled happily after hearing this. "Good, you truly are my dear disciple! I knew I could count on you."
Seeing the smile on Qi Ruifeng's face, Xu Ning felt a warmth in his heart. Well, as long as his master is happy, it's worth it for his disciple to do so things. The old man deserved this mont.
After Qi Ruifeng left, Xu Ning picked so leaves, returned to the thatched hut, and continued to study the art of Sky-Gazing.
Five years had passed, and Xu Ning was quite addicted to this secret technique. It was endlessly fascinating.
He had even shown it to his master, Qi Ruifeng, but the old man said he couldn't understand it at all. This showed just how complex the technique was.
Xu Ning himself, relying on his photographic mory, had only just begun to grasp the basics after half a month. For others, without the necessary aptitude and foundation, it would probably take years to even understand the principles.
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The next day, Xu Ning finished his cultivation and then perford a divination, tossing the leaves.
Hmm? The Holy Maiden of the Silver Moon Sect? She's here so early?
The Silver Moon Sect was very famous in the Ancient Chen Mountain Range, a large sect with a very ancient lineage. Their Holy Maiden was a significant figure.
The fact that the Holy Maiden arrived so early was sowhat unexpected for Xu Ning. He had thought she would co later.
To see if he could divine her na, Xu Ning tossed out three leaves again.
"Hmm, Miao Qingrou. She's from the sa clan as my cheap master from the Tianbao Sect. Interesting."
Imdiately, Xu Ning got up and went out to the mountain peak where the sect's main hall was located.
As soon as he arrived, a beautiful woman quickly rushed over from the foot of the mountain and soon stood before Xu Ning. It was Miao Qingrou.
Xu Ning cupped his hands in greeting. "Welco, Holy Maiden of the Silver Moon Sect. It is an honor to have you here."
Miao Qingrou returned the greeting, her eyes appraising him. "I have long admired the na of Ye Yunhao, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Inheritance Sect. eting you today, I am truly impressed. With only the cultivation of the sixth level of Qi Refining, you have managed to develop the entire Heavenly Inheritance Sect to such an extent. I admire you greatly."
Xu Ning replied modestly. "Holy Maiden, you flatter . The Heavenly Inheritance Sect's current state is all thanks to my master's vision and the hard work of our disciples. I rely assist."
Miao Qingrou smiled knowingly upon hearing this. "The Holy Son's abilities are evident to all in the Ancient Chen Mountain Range. Your modesty does you credit."
The Heavenly Inheritance Sect had been quite active in recent years, and each ti, the Holy Son's influence could be seen behind the scenes in the sect's decisions and growth.
Therefore, everyone with discerning eyes knew that the entire Heavenly Inheritance Sect had developed to its current state thanks to this Holy Son, and the sect was effectively ruled by him. His reputation was legendary.
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Xu Ning said, "Holy Maiden, please don't say such things. Co, I'll take you to the reception area where you can rest."
Miao Qingrou nodded. "Alright, then I'll trouble the Holy Son."
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In the following days, the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of various sects arrived one after another, filling the mountain with activity.
Xu Ning set up a banquet at the reception area to welco the guests. The tables were laden with food and wine.
That night, the holy sons and daughters ate and drank, socializing and laughing.
Xu Ning, however, took a bottle of wine and walked to a large tree at the edge of the peak, gazing at the night sky.
Busy with cultivation and sect affairs, Xu Ning hadn't looked at the night sky in a long ti. It was a rare mont of peace.
Immortality wasn't without its constraints. One had to wait until their cultivation reached the heavens before they could truly do as they pleased. Until then, there was always sothing to do.
Looking at the starry sky, Xu Ning thought of many people.
He wondered how his sister, Wang ngfei, was doing, and whether Hei Luo had protected their parents well. They would be old now.
The latest intelligence from Luo Xiu said that the sects in the Red Sea Mountains were stable, so his master Miao Yunyi's newly established Tianbao Sect should also be firmly established by now.
And what about that little fellow Bai Ye? He wondered how he had developed the Wild Wolf Clan. Had he grown strong?
A familiar figure inexplicably surfaced in Xu Ning's mind—ng Lingzhu. He then smiled bitterly. Ancient history.
"Holy Son Ye, why are you drinking alone here?" At this mont, a figure approached, her voice lodic.
Xu Ning turned around and smiled politely. "Just reminiscing about the past. Who here doesn't? I'm sure Saintess Yao does too, right? We all have our mories."
The newcor was Yao ngya, the Saintess of the Green Mountain Sect, dressed in elegant green robes.
Yao ngya smiled sweetly, stepping closer. "Of course I do. Are you interested, Saint Son Ye? In sharing mories?"
Xu Ning's expression turned serious, and he shook his head firmly. "Not interested. I prefer solitude."
Yao ngya's face stiffened. She snorted and turned to leave without another word.
Xu Ning turned back to look at the night sky. Saint Sons and Saintesses were all troubleso. They ca with expectations and politics.
Most importantly, these people had extraordinary talent and ca from powerful sects. They were hard to kill, and befriending them wasn't worthwhile. Their loyalties were complicated.
Compared to that, Xu Ning preferred to befriend those ordinary disciples and servants. It was easier to obtain the spiritual roots needed for leveling up when they passed, as he had learned. And they were simpler.
Imdiately, Xu Ning picked three leaves and threw them out, curious about Yao ngya's fortune.
Yao ngya's luck imdiately appeared in his mind.
Her whole body was enveloped in a blue pillar of light, bursting with intense radiance. This luck was very strong! A high-grade fortune.
Then, Xu Ning picked leaves again and threw them out. This ti, Xu Ning saw Miao Qingrou's luck.
It was a purple pillar of light, radiating vibrant life and energy, pulsing with power.
This was the first ti Xu Ning had ever seen purple aura. It should be above blue in the hierarchy.
Xu Ning recalled the different grades, applying them to his ntal frawork.
If white represented low-grade luck, then green was mid-grade, blue was high-grade, and purple should be the highest grade he had seen.
As for what colors existed in the legends above that, Xu Ning hadn't seen them yet.
Next, Xu Ning continued to observe the auras of others, curious about the spectrum.
At this mont, the aura of a Holy Son caught Xu Ning's attention.
The man had a white pillar of fortune—low-grade—but strangely, his pillar of fortune was dissipating at the edges, leaving a deathly gray area where it disappeared, eaten away.
Xu Ning suddenly stood up. Sothing was wrong. Judging by this, was the man about to die?
What was he waiting for? He should make his acquaintance quickly before it was too late!
Xu Ning then quickly calculated the man's na, grabbed a glass of wine, and walked over with purpose.
"Holy Son Lan Chenliang, I've long admired your reputation! Co, let's have a drink and get to know each other!" Xu Ning imdiately tried to ingratiate himself, his voice warm.
Lan Chenliang, seeing Xu Ning approach, raised his glass in greeting. "I've long admired the na of Holy Son Ye Yunhao of the Tiancheng Sect! Co, cheers! It's a pleasure to et you."
Xu Ning then pulled him aside to a quiet corner, and they drank together, discussing gossip about other holy sons and daughters. The two quickly beca acquainted, addressing each other as brothers within the hour.
What can relieve worries? Only gossip!
"Brother Ye, that Holy Son of the Mingguang Sect and the Holy Son of the Yuyan Sect were both pursuing Miao Qingrou and got into a huge fight!" Lan Chenliang whispered to Xu Ning, leaning in conspiratorially.
Xu Ning's gossip-loving soul awakened, and he was incredibly curious. "What happened next? Who won?"
Lan Chenliang's voice dropped even lower. "Later, the Holy Son of the Jade Rock Sect discovered that the Holy Son of the Bright Light Sect actually liked n. His pursuit of Miao Qingrou was just a cover. He really wanted to pursue the Holy Son of the Jade Rock Sect. This guy was so scared that he went into seclusion for two years, staying far away from the Holy Son of the Bright Light Sect!"
Xu Ning gasped in surprise, nearly choking on his wine. "Wow, that's explosive! What a twist!"
Lan Chenliang nodded sagely. "There's even more explosive stuff! Later, soone said that during the ti the Holy Son of the Jade Rock Sect was in seclusion, they saw him sneaking out at night with the Holy Son of the Bright Light Sect!"
"Ah??????" Xu Ning was stunned, his jaw dropping. "So... they actually...?"
"So, Miao Qingrou was just covering for them all along. Actually, no one really liked her. That's so tragic. All that drama for nothing."
Lan Chenliang nodded gravely. "And there's more! Much more. Let tell you about what happened with the Saintess of the Erald Cloud Sect..."
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