The Love of Passerby A

The Supreme Elder was very satisfied with Qing Xuanzi's performance.

Then his gaze immediately swept towards the other thirteen peak masters present. The meaning was very clear: no one could leave unless blood was shed today.

The most aggrieved person at this moment was the Immortal Qingyun, the master of the First Peak. He would never have thought that because of his hesitation for a moment, the person who could have become his disciple would actually become his junior sister.

The reborn senior sister Fu Ruoxi did not expect that, although she originally wanted to stop Su Xiangran from becoming her master's disciple, now she actually became her uncle.

However, Fu Ruoxi immediately thought of another unexpected surprise.

Now the sect's recruitment and selection time have been changed, which means that Junior Sister Qiao Panrong, who was supposed to become the master's disciple a few years later, may never appear in the sect again.

Thinking of this, Fu Ruoxi couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

She will be the most talented female disciple in the sect, and the master will only have her in his eyes.

The Supreme Elder stood aside and supervised the peak masters and elders, who came forward one by one to give gifts to their disciples. He was afraid that Su Xiangran could not take them, so he specially gave her a storage bracelet for her to place the gifts.

After the gifts were given, the Supreme Elder said nothing and took Su Xiangran back to his own mountain.

Leaving the group of people with bad looks where they were.

Sect Master Qing Xuanzi coughed lightly and said, "Since the Grand Elder has already selected his disciples, then the Peak Masters can continue to select disciples!"

After several people looked at each other for a long while, it was Immortal Qingyun who spoke first: "I came here with the intention of accepting the female disciple just now as my apprentice. Since she has a better place to go, I will not force her.

I don't have any other suitable candidates among this batch of disciples, so I will leave now."

After saying this, he left the square with several accompanying disciples and returned to his first peak.

The other peak masters had no interest in selecting anyone either. They all said they had no plans to choose disciples this time and went back home.

But others can do this, but Qing Xuanzi, as the sect leader, cannot. Moreover, this group of people also has Xue Changlin, the son of the chief steward. He has to give face to the chief steward.

"Where is Xue Changlin?" Qing Xuanzi asked indifferently.

"Disciple is here." Xue Changlin stood out from among the outer disciples.

"Are you willing to take me as your master?" Qing Xuanzi's expression remained cold.

Xue Changlin was delighted and immediately knelt down to pay his respects to his teacher: "Disciple is willing."

Qing Xuanzi nodded and said, "Then come back to the mountain with me!"

Then the outer sect leader saw that the sect leader had also left. He knew that the selection meeting was over, so he said to the remaining people: "This selection meeting is over, all disciples, please disperse!"

After saying that, he couldn't wait to leave the square and gossip about today's events with the outer sect managers who were not present this time.

Qing Xuanzi hurried back with Xue Changlin. The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he felt. It was really frustrating that as the sect leader, he could only choose the "bitter pear" that no one else wanted.

But this "bitter pear" has no self-awareness at all and seems quite happy.

Then Qing Xuanzi started his preaching mode, telling Xue Changlin to respect his teachers in the future, and so on!

Su Xiangran had no idea what was going on over there, because she and her master, the supreme elder, Jin Yinan, had already returned to their mountain.

The mountain where the Grand Elder Jin Yinan is located is the place with the most spiritual energy in the entire Liuyue Sect. Moreover, Jin Yinan is proficient in formations. He has arranged large and small spirit gathering formations on the top of his mountain, making the spiritual energy here very abundant.

Therefore, there are no other elders around the mountain where he is. After all, all the spiritual energy has been plundered by him, and there are no resources for cultivation near him.

Jin Yinan's reputation in the sect is neither good nor bad. He has the highest level of cultivation and is able to protect the sect, but he is also the most domineering and will be given first chance to pick the good things.

The strength of a sect determines its status, which is fully reflected in him.

However, he had a very good reputation among the low-level disciples. After all, he was extremely rich, and the little money he occasionally gave them would be enough for them to enjoy for a long time.

Moreover, he never snatched the cultivation resources of low-level disciples. Jin Yinan's favorite things were those of the peak masters and elders.

Let’s say, is there a possibility that he let these people go because he didn’t value the things of low-level disciples?

But it's not that he disdains everything.

"Xiao Ran! Give me some of the spiritual wine you brewed to have a taste." As soon as he returned to his own mountain, Jin Yinan completely put aside his airs as a supreme elder, and leaned on the beauty couch under the spiritual tree like a boneless person.

Su Xiangran looked at her master with some confusion, then slowly took out the spiritual wine she had brewed from her storage items and gave it to him.

Jin Yinan took a sip and said, "Osmanthus wine is good, but I remember you have a wine made with peony flower dew. I want that one. It tastes better."

Speaking of Su Xiangran, it is even more surprising, because this kind of wine was added with her own natal spiritual liquid, so it is more difficult to brew. She never sells it to others, only she and her mother have drunk it.

But she did not refuse Jin Yinan, and handed the wine over: "Master, this kind of wine is difficult to make, so there is not much, and now there is only this pot."

Jin Yinan took the bottle and took a sip slowly. His face turned slightly red and he muttered, "What a waste!"