Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

After saying that, she leaned back on the soft couch and crossed her arms over her chest.

They acted as if no one could ever win my heart again...

Chapter Seventy-Five: The First Part of the Welcome Party

The next day, Lin Yanluo and Mu Tianmiao huddled under the covers.

Lin Yanluo lay on Mu Tianmiao's chest, only her small head peeking out from under the covers. Her hair was messy with a few stray hairs sticking up, and the sachet around her neck was askew.

A delicate golden divine mark suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, exactly the same as Tang Ruoyin's, faintly glowing on her fair forehead.

She raised her hand and touched her brow. When her fingertips touched the divine runes, a gentle and pure spiritual energy flowed out from the runes.

She blinked, feeling the extra power within her.

All attributes are improved, cultivation speed is increased, and the effects are immediate.

"Is there such an advantage to dual cultivation with you?"

She poked Mu Tianmiao's chest, her eyes sparkling.

Mu Tianmiao hugged her tightly with a smug look on his face, resting his chin on her head, his tone extremely arrogant.

"That's right, I'm a born harem king, there are many benefits to dual cultivation with me."

Without saying a word, Lin Yanluo pinched the soft flesh on his waist, making him jump up with a yelp in pain.

She giggled and hugged his neck again, whispering sweetly in his ear.

"How's it going, you little fish? Isn't my body great? Feeling good?"

Mu Tianmiao licked her lips, her eyes narrowing with lingering relish: "That was truly unforgettable~"

Lin Yanluo gave a satisfied hum: "You know how to talk."

Then she burrowed her head under the covers. Mu Tianmiao soon felt a warm, soft little snake slowly move down his abdomen and then swallow him whole.

He let out a long sigh, leaned against the headboard, and gazed at the ceiling, marveling at the beauty of life.

On the day of the recruitment conference, the gates of the Immortal Shadow Sect were wide open.

This usually serene and ethereal celestial paradise is now bustling like a marketplace in the mortal world.

A long, winding dragon stretched as far as the eye could see along the blue stone steps outside the mountain gate.

Cultivators in various attire gathered in twos and threes, some talking in hushed tones, others peering out on tiptoe, while occasionally someone would fly by on a flying sword or a crane.

Then they were blocked by the anti-air restrictions of the mountain-protecting formation and had no choice but to obediently land on the ground and line up.

Representatives from various factions who came to observe the ceremony have been welcomed through the mountain gate and taken their seats on the viewing platform in front of the main hall.

The Imperial Court of Emperor Hao sent a ceremonial official to present a pair of shimmering coral and jade discs.

Two golden Arhats arrived at Nanshan Temple, offering three volumes of ancient Buddhist scriptures.

The man from the towering mountains carried a newly forged spirit sword, its cold light gleaming and its appearance quite remarkable.

Even the Joyful Union Sect sent an elder with two bottles of elixir that supposedly enhances marital intimacy…

Yun Qingyao glanced at the Third Prince Nangong Yue not far away. The two exchanged a look and both knew what the other was thinking.

There was a sudden feeling of sparks flying everywhere.

The young girl beside Nangong Yue said, "Your Highness...didn't you say...you weren't coming?"

"Hiss... Little girl, what's it to you?"

"I'm so sorry... I misspoke..."

Mu Kongyun sat on the flying boat, her gaze sweeping over countless disciples... trying to find the despicable cultivator who had taken her disciple's virginity.

It turns out it wasn't there?

It's okay, it's okay, he can't run away!

The formal assembly has not yet begun; it will be held after the new disciples join the sect.

All the various factions are exchanging polite words, but Li Xizhao is nowhere to be seen...

Even the legendary young sect leader has disappeared...

Where is Mu Tianmiao?

He was sitting next to a spirit-carved stone tablet inside the mountain gate.

The stone tablet is about three zhang tall, and is entirely white. It is a special item used to test the aptitude of disciples.

Anyone with spiritual roots can place their hand on the stone tablet, and the tablet will light up accordingly; the purer the spiritual root, the brighter the light.

His choice of location was very deliberate.

You can see the grand scene of people queuing outside the mountain gate, and you can also see each candidate disciple who is entering the mountain for testing clearly.

What's even more wonderful is that there is a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree next to the Lingke Stone Stele, with lush branches and leaves, casting a large area of ​​shade.

In this sweltering summer heat, it was simply the most comfortable spot at the entire recruitment fair.

Of course, Tang Ruoyin, who was sitting next to him, was even more comfortable.

Today, Senior Sister Tang specially wore a light blue gauze dress with a silver-woven belt around her waist, which perfectly outlined her exquisite figure.

She sat upright, her expression indifferent, exuding a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay, just as she had when Mu Tianmiao first met her three years ago.

But Mu Tianmiao knew that this was all just a facade.

"Elder Tang."

He turned his head to the side and lowered his voice.

"Do you think there's anyone more handsome than you among this batch of candidate disciples?"

Tang Ruoyin remained expressionless, her gaze not even shifting slightly, and simply uttered two words.

"No."

"Senior sister is so confident?"

"It's not confidence."

Tang Ruoyin finally turned her head, a faint smile playing on her cool eyes.

"It's true, your judgment has been getting worse lately, you can even ask questions like this."

Mu Tianmiao was amused by her half-scolding, half-sarcastic tone and was about to retort when a clear bell rang out from the mountain gate.

The first round of testing has begun.

The candidate disciple who was at the front of the line was allowed in.

Mu Tianmiao looked up and raised an eyebrow.

They were all female cultivators.

Looking around, along the bluestone path from the mountain gate to the spirit-carved stele, amidst the elegant attire and graceful figures of women, not a single male cultivator could be seen.

The few male disciples who occasionally mingled among them were either pushed around and staggered, or simply gave up the struggle and silently retreated to the back of the line.

He had a resigned expression on his face.

"Isn't this proportion a bit exaggerated?"

Mu Tianmiao muttered something to himself.

"Not an exaggeration."

Tang Ruoyin picked up the spiritual tea beside her and took a sip, her tone calm.

"The last time the Immortal Shadow Sect recruited new members, the male-to-female ratio was 1 to 17."

"Judging from the current standings, the ratio will probably exceed 1 to 20 this year."

She paused, then gave Mu Tianmiao a meaningful look.

"After all, a wildly popular novelist who's a sensation in the Eight Desolations is here as the young sect leader. Do you know what people outside are saying about him?"

"What are you sending?"

"It is said that the young sect master of the Immortal Shadow Sect is dashing, talented, and the most wonderful person in the Eight Desolations."

Tang Ruoyin repeated it in a flat tone, as if she were reciting a recipe.

"They also said that female disciples who can join the Immortal Shadow Sect will be blessed to see the young sect master's true face every day."

Mu Tianmiao: "..."

"The last sentence was made up by me."

Tang Ruoyin added.

"...You're playing me."

"Ah."

Tang Ruoyin admitted it with utmost frankness, and the smile on her lips could no longer be hidden, spreading slightly like the first fine crack on the ice in early spring.

Looking at her expression, Mu Tianmiao's frustration at being teased vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable itch.

He couldn't help but recall the completely different expression that had appeared on that aloof face three days ago in that secluded cave...

Her eyes and brows were flushed with moisture, her lips parted slightly, and her usually cold voice became soft and lingering as she called out to him intermittently... "Little brother, hurry up..."

"What are you looking at?"

Tang Ruoyin keenly noticed the change in his gaze, her ears turned slightly red, but her tone became increasingly cold.

"Just get back to work."

Mu Tianmiao withdrew her gaze and sat up straight obediently.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Lu Hongying and the Twin Sisters

As they spoke, the first batch of candidate disciples had already arrived in front of the spirit-carved stone tablet.

The leader was a female cultivator of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a bright red outfit, with a short gun slung across her back, and a dashing and heroic air about her.

She walked up to the stone tablet, and without any hesitation, she boldly reached out and pressed her hand on it.

The stone tablet glowed with a bright red light, indicating that its spiritual root quality was at least medium or higher.

"Name?" Mu Tianmiao picked up the registration jade slip.

"Lu Hongying".

The female cultivator answered loudly, then suddenly lowered her voice and leaned closer.

Mu Tianmiao paused, then looked up at her.

Lu Hongying looked on with anticipation, her bright eyes sparkling with a light he recognized very well.

He'd seen this too many times in the sect these past few days; every time a female disciple stopped him for an autograph, they gave him the same look.

"Test thoroughly, there are two more rounds to go."

Mu Tianmiao calmly wrote down the name on the jade slip, then nodded slightly.

"come on."

Lu Hongying seemed to have received tremendous encouragement. She nodded heavily and walked with her head held high towards the next testing area.

Tang Ruoyin let out a very soft breath beside her, somewhere between a hum and a laugh.

Mu Tianmiao pretended not to hear.

The second female cultivator who came up was completely different from Lu Hongying. She wore a plain white dress and carried a guqin in her arms. When she walked, the hem of her dress did not move, as if she was walking on clouds.

When she placed her hand on the stone tablet, it emitted a warm, cyan light. It was a wood spirit root, of a quality even higher than Lu Hongying's.

"Name?"

Bai Suxin.

His voice, like his personality, was clear and gentle, like a mountain stream.

Mu Tianmiao picked up his pen to take notes, but before he could finish, Bai Suxin spoke up again.