The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

In Zhongzhou, at Kunlun Ruins and Qingxuan Peak, the night was as dark as ink.

At midnight, the Qingxin Palace was brightly lit. Su Xiyue saw Daoist Qingyan meditating, his aura deep and concentrated, as if he were one with heaven and earth.

Her eyes flickered slightly, she held her breath, and quietly retreated outside the hall.

Then his body transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the medicinal herb garden on the back mountain.

In a corner of the herb garden, Ye Ling had been waiting impatiently, her silver eyes gleaming coldly in the night.

Upon seeing Su Xiyue, he immediately rushed forward and pulled her into his arms, his voice low and suppressed with anger: "Didn't that ice-cold face give you any trouble?"

"Not for now, but he is unfathomable and can intercept our voice transmissions."

Su Xiyue answered quickly, then, as if remembering something, hurriedly added, "He's meditating right now. We shouldn't stay here any longer; let's leave quickly."

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, but after realizing what she meant, she didn't hesitate at all, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wrapped his large hand tightly around her waist, and a faint silver light flashed around him. In the blink of an eye, the two left the herb garden and sped towards the mountain gate.

It was almost as soon as the two of them left the herb garden.

Qingyan Daozun, who was meditating and cultivating in Qingxin Hall, suddenly opened his eyes, a very faint smile curving his lips.

With a casual flick of his wide sleeves, the space in front of him rippled out like water.

At the same time, Su Xiyue and Ye Ling, who were about to escape the protective formation of Kunlun Ruins, suddenly felt the scene before them distort.

An irresistible force enveloped their entire bodies.

Immediately afterwards, in a dizzying moment, the two of them were suddenly teleported back to Qingxin Palace with a "thud," landing awkwardly on the cold jade floor.

"Where do you want to go?"

The voice of Daoist Qingyan rang out indifferently, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Su Xiyue rubbed her sore bottom and heard Qingyan Daozun's voice, her heart sank to the bottom.

As expected, they couldn't escape.

She raised her head, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Daoist Master, we...we just wanted to look at the moonlight..."

"Moonlight?"

Daoist Qingyan looked out at the dark night sky outside the hall. "At midnight, the moon is obscured by dark clouds. What are you looking at? Are you looking to see if my medicine garden has been ruined by your clumsy Daoist partner?"

Ye Ling's silver eyes surged with anger, and her demonic power surged around her, but she was firmly held down by an invisible pressure, unable to move or even speak. She could only stare intently at the snow-clad figure at the head of the table.

Who is this person? How can their strength be so terrifying?
Ignoring Ye Ling's killing intent, Qingyan Daozun's gaze fell on Su Xiyue, with a hint of scrutiny: "Your Daoist partners certainly know how to pick their places."

"what?"

Su Xiyue still didn't understand the meaning of those words.

Then I saw his slender fingers tap several times in the air.

Each click caused the space inside the Qingxin Hall to fluctuate violently.

"Pfft!"

Mo Lin's figure fell from the sky, landing in a daze. He quickly got up, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily. When he saw Su Xiyue, he froze.

"Moon."

He was about to be pleasantly surprised.

Sudden.

"bump"

Immediately afterwards, Bai Qi rolled out from some corner, looking somewhat disheveled.

He was completely stunned by the scene inside the hall, having no idea what was going on.

"Who the hell pulled me?"

Qingzhu's sharp tongue rang out in the hall, causing him to fall and feel dizzy, his jade sword falling to the ground.

He quickly stopped, his emerald eyes sweeping across the entire room. He saw Su Xiyue momentarily stunned, then her eyes filled with surprise.

"Hey, which damn bastard pulled me?"

Xuanming fell from nowhere, landing and becoming dizzy and disoriented.

Immediately afterward, Feng Su and Xuan Yuanming also fell from the sky one after another, both looking completely bewildered. Clearly, they didn't know what was happening either.

However, he was very happy to see Su Xiyue and Ye Ling again.

The most bewildered were Su Xiyue and Ye Ling, who were both surprised and delighted.

Forget about reminiscing, their eyes all turned to Daoist Qingyan, their expressions filled with shock.

Who is this person?

The methods used were incredibly terrifying.

If you're so capable, try to conjure up Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, and Xuan Yuan Ming from all corners of the world.

Is this a deity?
Unbeknownst to the two, although Daoist Qingyan was not a deity, he was practically on his way to becoming one.

He is the number one cultivator in the cultivation world, and his cultivation level has long been at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage. The reason he has not ascended is simply because he lacks the right opportunity.

Daoist Qingyan lightly tapped the jade table with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the people in the hall. "Seven ancient beasts, quite interesting."

Su Xiyue braced herself and stood in front of the seven beastmen, saying, "If the Daoist Master wants to punish someone, then come at me."

"Yue'er."

The seven people spoke in unison, but were immobilized by a powerful pressure.

Qingyan Daozun suddenly chuckled, not looking at Su Xiyue, but instead scanning Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, and Xuan Yuanming.

“As ancient mythical beasts, if the cultivation world were to discover your identities, you seven would either be forced into a contract or captured and skinned alive. Only by remaining on my Qingxuan Peak can you be guaranteed safety.”

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

Su Xiyue frowned slightly, thinking of Ye Ling and the others' special bloodlines.

Especially for Feng Su and Xuan Yuanming, in this cultivation world where dragons and phoenixes have long since disappeared, it is very possible that they could be captured and forced into contracts, used for alchemy, or have their tendons and skin peeled off.

The beastmen's strength was only at the Golden Core stage. In this terrifying world of cultivation, who knows how many people harbored ulterior motives?

For the sake of a few beastmen's lives, I suddenly feel that staying here isn't so bad.

At least this Daoist Qingyan had no intention of killing them.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she quickly pulled the seven beastmen to kneel down, saying, "Thank you for taking us in, Daoist Master."

Although Ye Ling and the others were unwilling, they could only temporarily submit because they sensed the unfathomable cultivation level of the other party and saw Yue'er's attitude.

Feng Su and Xuan Yuanming, remembering the dangers they had faced upon first arriving in this world, ultimately remained silent.

This person's strength is terrifying at first glance. If he stays here, at least no one will dare to mess with them.

Especially Xuan Yuanming, if he hadn't been suddenly captured by Daoist Qingyan, he might still be struggling to escape Qin Wanyin, the sect leader of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Daoist Qingyan nodded in satisfaction: "In that case, from this day forward, you will be my disciples."

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and seven golden rays entered the foreheads of the seven people. "This is a restriction that conceals your bloodline. It can protect you from harm when you travel outside. As long as you do not reveal your true form, you will not be easily discovered."

After saying that, he looked at Su Xiyue again, with a half-smile, "As for you, you can also become a disciple."

He had his eye on the seven Ye Lings, while Su Xiyue was just a side effect.

And so, Ye Ling became the eldest disciple of Daoist Qingyan, Mo Lin was the second, Bai Qi was the third, Qing Zhu was the fourth, Xuan Ming was the fifth, Feng Su was the sixth, and Xuan Yuan Ming was the seventh.

As for Su Xiyue, she became the youngest junior sister of Qingxuan Peak.

Daoist Qingyan waved his wide sleeves: "Since you have entered my sect, you must abide by my rules. Practice swordsmanship at Chenshi (7-9 AM), cultivate your mind at Wushi (11 AM-1 PM), and meditate at Xushi (7-9 PM). If you disobey—"

With a flick of his finger, a mountain peak not far from the palace collapsed with a deafening roar.

All seven of them swallowed hard.

Only Su Xiyue remained calm, because she had already seen it before.

Three days later, earth-shattering news spread from Kunlun Ruins.

The number one cultivator in the cultivation world, Daoist Qingyan, accepted eight personal disciples at once.

The cultivation world was shaken. Daoist Qingyan, who was most impatient with teaching disciples and never accepted any, suddenly took in eight disciples just before his ascension.

The entire cultivation world was speculating about the extraordinary talent of these eight individuals, which allowed them to catch the eye of the Dao Venerable.

Until one day, Qin Wanyin, the sect leader of the Hundred Flowers Sect, saw the jade token of a direct disciple of Qingxuan Peak from Kunlun Ruins hanging from Xuan Yuanming's waist, and her expression turned extremely ugly. (End of this chapter)