After the heavy rain, the ethereal and untouchable white mist cast a layer of mystery over the mountain stream. Clusters of forsythia branches poked out from the side of the mountain stream, and transparent dewdrops fell lightly along the brown branches.
Along with the sound of mallets hitting dresses, the laughter of women could be heard from the stream from time to time. They sat on the rocks in groups of two or three, their voices tense with a hint of excitement.
"Have you heard? The Ghost Sect has announced to the six realms that it wants to recruit male and female cultivators to serve the Ghost King." A deliberately low female voice sounded faintly.
Although they said they were "serving", the women sitting by the mountain stream washing clothes knew very well that the Ghost Sect was selecting a furnace for the Ghost King.
The King of Ghosts is not the King of Hell who rules the ghost world, but he is a thousand times more terrifying than the King of Hell. Even when people mention his name, they dare not speak too loudly.
But this did not affect their enthusiasm. They were all outer disciples of the lowest level in Penglai Mountain. They had no talent for cultivating immortals and could not afford elixirs to rely on external forces to increase their vitality. It was harder than climbing to the sky to become an inner disciple.
Rather than suffering in Penglai Mountain, it is better to try your luck and make a cauldron for the Ghost King.
The Ghost Sect promised that the chosen person could choose any magical weapon or treasure of the Ghost Sect and leave after serving the Ghost King for three months, and would also receive a subsidy of 100,000 top-grade spirit stones.
What is the concept of one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones
The annual expenditure of the entire Penglai Mountain is only one thousand top-grade spirit stones. With these 100,000 top-grade spirit stones, all the major sects will be vying to recruit them as inner disciples.
They were discussing excitedly, but Yu Zhengzheng, who was sitting opposite them next to the winter jasmine, waved the hammer silently, hitting the white clothes with a focused look.
A gentle and ethereal voice sounded in the mountain stream: "What a coincidence, my sister is here too?"
As soon as the words fell, the chattering female cultivators stopped talking and all turned their eyes to the back of Yu Zhengzheng.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't turn around, and didn't even stop swinging the hammer, as if he didn't hear the female voice at all.
The smile on the woman's face gradually froze, and the curve of her mouth became forced: "It doesn't matter if my sister doesn't like me, but cultivation is the most important thing. My sister has wood spiritual roots and has no spiritual source. No matter how many pills she takes, it will not help."
This time, Yu Zhengzheng paused and slowly turned his head to look at the woman: "So?"
The woman behind him was wearing a fairy-like white dress, and her delicate white skin was as delicate as a baby's. In the misty air, she was like an otherworldly Epiphyllum swaying in a pond, forming a sharp contrast with her gray cloth.
Although they were wearing different clothes, their equally beautiful faces had some similarities, except that Yu Zhengzheng was thinner and wore coarse cloth, which made her look a little inferior.
They are both daughters of the leader of Penglai Mountain, but were born from different mothers.
Yu Zhengzheng's biological mother was once the headmaster's wife. Later, the headmaster entered the stage of transformation by killing his wife to prove his truth, and Yu Jiangjiang's mother took over.
The two sisters were born only one month apart. Yu Zhengzheng, who lost her biological mother at a young age, was fostered by her stepmother. On the surface, they were both daughters of the head of the sect, but in private they were treated very differently.
Yu Jiangjiang was spoiled by his parents. They held him in their hands for fear of dropping him, and held him in their mouths for fear of melting him. It is no exaggeration to say that he grew up like a moon surrounded by stars.
Yu Zhengzheng, on the other hand, was looked down upon and often beaten with sticks. Over time, he developed a taciturn personality.
Although they had heard that the two sisters were not getting along, rumors were never as good as seeing it with one's own eyes. The female cultivators all looked on in anticipation of the show, silently imagining a three hundred-round fierce battle in their minds.
Yu Jiangjiang was not angry. She still had a gentle smile on her face: "Sister, you must have heard that the Ghost Sect is recruiting... maids. I recommended you to my father."
The moment she deliberately paused, Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help but curse in her heart.
Recommend? Is it possible that even making a furnace requires backdoors
Before she could say anything, Yu Jiangjiang immediately spoke up: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you are chosen, you can take away any magical weapon from the Ghost Sect when you return in three months."
"I heard from my father that there is a magical instrument called Qiankun Ding, which can be used to change the properties of my sister's wood spiritual roots. My sister's return to the inner city will be just around the corner."
The wood spiritual root was originally the most powerful spiritual root attribute in the world of immortal cultivation.
But a thousand years ago, the Ghost King single-handedly massacred the Donghuang Dragon Clan, peeling off more than 100,000 dragon scales alive. The Donghuang Dragon Clan suffered countless casualties and was almost wiped out.
Afterwards, a strange phenomenon occurred in the sky and blood rain fell for several months. The blood rain was transformed from dragon scales. Wherever the blood rain passed, the soil turned into rotten land, the flowers and plants withered, and no grass grew.
Only the human world was protected by the heavenly realm and narrowly escaped the disaster, but it was still affected. The plants grown there had no spiritual energy and could only be used to fill the stomach.
The situation in the other realms is even worse. The beautiful mountains and rivers have become barren lands. The mountains and plains are bare and not even a wild grass can grow. The original beauty can only be maintained by illusion.
Without the source of spiritual energy, cultivators with wood spiritual roots gradually lose their spiritual power. In this generation, if they are found to have wood spiritual roots, they can basically pack up and go home to farm.
But Yu Zhengzheng is the daughter of the head of the sect. This embarrassing identity prevents her from leaving even if she wants to, and she can only be looked down upon in Penglai Mountain.
Not to mention making a cauldron for the Ghost King, if she was not incapable, she would have wanted to tear the Ghost King into pieces to fill the sea. If he had not been too idle to slay dragons, she would not have lived in such an embarrassing situation.
If there was really any good news about the Qiankun Ding, Yu Jiangjiang would not tell her, because she knew this Bai Lian sister too well.
He is not good at anything and is the best at playing tricks.
Yu Zhengzheng swung the mallet and smashed the forsythia that was transformed by magic into powder. The mallet hit the rocks with a loud 'clang', which startled Yu Jiangjiang so much that he almost fell into the stream.
"Who told you that I want to go back to the inner city?"
She slowly picked up the white clothes soaked in the stream, and with her white fingertips, she squeezed out the water stains in the clothes: "Sister has always been shy, and I'm afraid she wants the Qiankun Cauldron but is too embarrassed to tell Dad. If sister wants to try the Ghost Sect, I will help sister talk to parents."
Yu Jiangjiang was stunned for a moment, and then an unnatural blush appeared on his face - he was angry.
If she hadn't been desperate, she wouldn't have come to find this useless sister. The cauldron that the Ghost Sect wants can be male or female, with only one requirement, that is, it must be someone who is extremely yang and pure.
She has fire spiritual roots and is yang in nature, which fully meets the requirements of the Ghost Sect.
The Ghost Sect has always been domineering. They said that they are announcing to the world to look for people who are willing to go there voluntarily. However, no male or female cultivator who meets the requirements of the Ghost Sect will be able to escape.
It has always been the Ghost Sect that selects people, and no one has ever said that they select the Ghost Sect.
She was unwilling to be a cauldron for the Ghost King. She heard that the Ghost King had lived for more than 100,000 years. Who knew if he was still an old man.
But the Ghost Sect was not easy to deal with, and no matter how much she begged and cried, her father was determined to send her there.
Yu Zhengzheng has wood spiritual roots, which can be considered yang. They look somewhat similar. If she can trick Yu Zhengzheng into going to the Ghost Sect in her place, she can escape this disaster.
If soft tactics don't work, she will use hard tactics, and act first and report later. She will simply give Yu Zhengzheng some medicine to knock her unconscious and tie her up.
Her father loves her so much, he can't just watch her go into the fire and be used as a furnace by an old man.
Yu Jiangjiang's eyes were slightly red, and she looked up at Yu Zhengzheng who stood up: "I know that my sister likes my senior brother, so she doesn't want to go to the Ghost Sect. But even if my sister washed clothes and cooked for my senior brother for seven years, he just treated my sister as a servant..."
"I just wanted to help my sister out of kindness, why are you so ungrateful?"
The more Yu Jiangjiang spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, as if she was about to burst into tears at any moment. Yu Zhengzheng paused and suddenly clenched the mallet in his hand.
She couldn't help but start analyzing what the chances were of her successfully sneaking into the inner city at night and beating Yu Jiangjiang, the idiot, to death with a hammer.
She thought, there seems to be no necessary connection between the fact that she likes the senior brother and that she doesn't want to be the cauldron for the Ghost King
The eldest senior brother was as handsome and elegant as a banished immortal. Although he was a little harder to pursue, whenever she thought of those ugly senior and junior brothers in the inner city, she felt that she could still hold on a little longer.
Yu Jiangjiang was short-sighted. She only saw that she cooked and washed clothes for the senior brother, but she didn't know that the senior brother had already started fasting. However, whenever she brought back the food boxes, they would always contain empty plates and bowls.
The disciples in the inner city never wash clothes. They just use the "clean clothes technique" to clean their clothes. The eldest brother could have done the same, but he didn't. Instead, he gave all his underwear to her to wash.
Speaking of which, Yu Jiangjiang actually also likes the senior brother, but unfortunately Yu Jiangjiang has to maintain her dignified and gentle personality, and is too shameless to pursue the senior brother.
But she is different. Face is nothing. The real skill is to be able to pursue the eldest senior brother.
Yu Zhengzheng asked slowly, "Do you know why Laozi wrote the Tao Te Ching?"
Yu Jiangjiang was stunned: "I don't know."
Yu Zhengzheng smiled slightly: "Because I am willing."
Yu Jiangjiang: “…”
She was choked and unable to speak. She could only grit her teeth secretly. Her face turned red, then green, and then green, and then red. It was a very beautiful sight.
It was rare to see a delicate girl like Yu Jiangjiang being humiliated. The female cultivators were so embarrassed that their faces turned red, but they did not dare to laugh out loud. However, the undisguised mockery in their eyes still made Yu Jiangjiang blush.
Just when the atmosphere was tense, someone passing by the mountain stream shouted, "Big Brother is in trouble!"
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned at first, then looked in the direction of the sound, and saw many inner disciples in white clothes pouring out of the inner city and running towards the cliff mountain in the west.
She pinched her fingers and put the senior brother's white clothes into the storage bracelet. She didn't bother to fight with Yu Jiangjiang anymore and trotted towards the Cliff Mountain.
Yu Jiangjiang summoned the Qingyan Sword, stepped on the sword and flew away, but in the blink of an eye he caught up with Yu Zhengzheng.
Although it was a warm spring day, there was a biting cold wind on the Cliff Mountain. Yu Zhengzheng pushed away the onlookers and rushed to the front of the crowd.
On the edge of the cliff, there were two figures, one black and one white, standing, with a young girl in an apricot dress standing between them. They looked like the yin and yang poles that were forcibly separated, and it looked so abrupt.
The man in black had snow-white skin and a smile in his slightly narrowed eyes. On his lapel was embroidered a gold-plated Udumbara flower, which was the symbol of the Ghost Sect.
He held a cold long sword in his hand, and pointed the blade at the neck of the young man in white: "I was ordered to kill the chief disciple of Penglai Mountain. Sorry for the offense."
The woman in the apricot skirt bowed and repeated, "I'm sorry."
This is the Ghost Sect’s killing process, first using courtesy and then force, it is extremely arrogant.
The young man in white didn't take the two men seriously. He leaned lazily against the ancient tree on the edge of the cliff. His slightly thin fingers moved slightly as he nonchalantly played with the two walnuts in his hand.
Yu Zhengzheng was so angry that he almost knelt down on the spot. At this time, the eldest brother still had the mind to cook walnuts? !
There is no living soul under the Ghost Sect's sword. No one knows what the eldest brother did to be chased to Penglai Mountain by the Ghost Sect.
No one dared to step forward and interrupt. Those who usually tried to curry favor with the senior brother were now huddled in the crowd like quails, fearing that they would be implicated in the matter.
Even Yu Jiangjiang was hiding at the back, saying something impatiently to the summoning bracelet at hand, seemingly asking for help.
But it was too late. The man in black swung out his sword with lightning speed, carrying a menacing evil aura. With a slight turn of his wrist, the sword force increased to a hundred and went straight towards the eldest senior brother's soul.
Even if this sword does not take his life, it will destroy his spiritual roots, turning him from a genius cultivator with four spiritual roots into a useless person.
Yu Zhengzheng's pupils narrowed slightly. She took only 0.01 seconds to calculate the consequences of blocking the sword, and her feet ran forward uncontrollably.
There was a whistling wind in my ears, and messy black hair dancing in the wind. It seemed that someone was screaming, and the sound of the sword penetrating into the flesh was infinitely amplified in my ear.
She seemed to clearly hear her own strong heartbeat, which hurt her eardrums a little.
Blood flowed out from under her collarbone, and even though she reached out to cover the wound, the blood still quickly soaked her coarse gray clothes.
The fierce sword energy made her step back subconsciously. Her eyes swept across the abyss behind her, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Penglai Mountain is surrounded by the sea, and there is sea water under the abyss. Although she would not die if she fell into the abyss, she was seriously injured now. If she fell into the sea and fainted, she would drown in the sea if she did not die from the fall.
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't stop, and inertia carried her whole body off the cliff. She gritted her teeth and threw hard, and her slender fingers just managed to grab the cold rocks.
She looked at the young man in white in panic and tried to stretch out her arms for help: "Big Brother, save me..."
The young man in white slowly raised his eyes, his indifferent gaze fixed on her bloody arm, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Your hands are covered in blood, which will stain my white clothes. If you don't say you love me, then climb up by yourself."
Yu Zhengzheng's pale lips trembled twice and she looked at him in disbelief.
If she had her hands free, she would really like to clean her ears to see if there was something wrong with her hearing or if there was something wrong with the brain of this bastard in front of her.
Dirty his white clothes
For the past seven years, she has washed his white clothes. Are his clothes more important than her life
The excruciating pain that tore at her heart and lungs came from the wound. Her pain nerves were very developed. If it wasn't a matter of life and death at this moment, she would probably have fainted from the pain.
The pain made her heart beat faster, and she gasped heavily. A white light flashed faintly in her mind, as if some broken memories were glued together again.
Her eyelids felt as if they were filled with lead, growing heavier and heavier. Using her last bit of strength, she struggled and shouted out her last words: "I love you, Grandpa..."
Before Yu Zhengzheng could finish her words, her body, which was hanging in the air, fell down powerlessly.
The young man in white narrowed his eyes and looked forward thoughtfully.
What did she just say
I love you... forever