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

"...Your master?"

"The Myriad Realms Library, Qingci Sanren"

Mu Tianmiao's hand trembled, and he almost poked a hole in the jade slip.

"There will be more to come." He struggled to maintain his composure.

"Please have your master wait patiently."

"If you already have a master, why are you still here? You're out."

Bai Suxin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and left...

Tang Ruoyin laughed out loud this time, though it was only a very short laugh, but Mu Tianmiao heard it clearly.

“Sister Tang,” he turned his head, his face full of helplessness.

Is it funny?

"good."

Tang Ruoyin suppressed her smile and resumed her aloof expression, but the curve of her eyes betrayed her.

"I was just wondering, when you handed that storybook to your master, did you ever imagine that you would end up like this?"

Mu Tianmiao was speechless.

He really hadn't thought about it.

Who knew that after reading it once, the master immediately ordered it to be printed in large quantities without saying a word, and even specially stamped it with the mark of the Immortal Shadow Sect and distributed it throughout the entire sect.

Then things got out of control.

He became a celebrity.

Or rather, he became the first young sect leader in the Eight Desolations Cultivation World to become famous for copying stories.

Then, the master-disciple romance between Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo was interpreted by the entire Eight Desolations as his confession to his master from afar.

After reading it, Li tide ignored him for three days. Then, on the fourth day, she called him over, said that the writing was acceptable, and told him to get lost.

He still doesn't know whether his master is angry or not.

"next."

Mu Tianmiao shook her head, banishing these chaotic memories, and picked up the jade slip again.

Over the next hour, he encountered all sorts of female cultivators.

There was a body cultivator carrying a heavy sword, whose muscle lines were so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

There were rogue cultivators wearing tattered Taoist robes, clearly from small sects, but their spiritual roots were of surprisingly good quality.

There are also twin sisters, one named Suhe and the other Sulian, who have water and wood spiritual roots respectively.

Holding hands, they pressed the stone tablet together, and the blue and green lights that shone up complemented each other, creating a beautiful sight.

There are male cultivators, but they are pitifully few.

After an hour, Mu Tianmiao had registered a total of eight male disciples.

Three of them came with their sisters, two went to the wrong mountain gate, and only three were really there for the Immortal Shadow Sect.

But that's none of his business.

His job is to sit here, register those who pass the spiritual root test, and then screen out those who don't.

It's simple and boring, but you can openly and honestly look at beautiful female cultivators.

From this perspective, Tang Ruoyin is right; it is indeed a cushy job.

Sitting for too long can get boring.

Mu Tianmiao twisted her stiff neck, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards Tang Ruoyin beside her.

She remained sitting upright, holding a pen in one hand to register and a teacup in the other, her posture calm and elegant, showing no signs of fatigue.

But Mu Tianmiao noticed that her hand holding the teacup moved slightly.

That was a habitual little movement she made after sitting for a long time, indicating that she was also tired.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Within the MOD system, the ability of the Stargazer from Across the River is quietly activated.

An invisible portal opened silently in his palm, its other end precisely positioned under Tang Ruoyin's knees on the desk.

He reached out and gently touched it from a distance.

Tang Ruoyin's hand holding the teacup trembled suddenly, and a few drops of spiritual tea splashed out and landed on the table.

She quickly steadied the teacup, her face remaining calm, and even continued writing the names she was registering on the jade slip.

Then, she glanced at Mu Tianmiao out of the corner of her eye.

That glance contained both warning and embarrassment.

Mu Tianmiao looked back innocently, her hands never stopping the registration work.

Tang Ruoyin took a deep breath, withdrew her gaze, and poked the jade slip heavily with the tip of her pen, leaving a very deep mark.

Mu Tianmiao wisely withdrew her hand and sat down properly.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Tang Ruoyin finished registering the last candidate disciple, put down the jade slip, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

When the teacup was placed in front of her, she spoke a sentence very softly and quickly, in a voice that only Mu Tianmiao could hear.

"Don't go too far... I also care about my appearance!"

The welcoming peak is shrouded in mist.

The viewing platform is located on a spacious platform at the summit, paved with white jade and balustraded with sacred wood, offering an excellent view.

Looking out from here, you can see the long queue outside the mountain gate winding like a snake, and you can also see the distant peaks appearing and disappearing in the sea of ​​clouds.

Representatives from various factions took their seats in twos and threes. Some who were familiar with each other exchanged pleasantries, while others who were at odds pretended not to see each other, and the scene maintained a superficial harmony.

Chapter 77 Ye Jianling, ranked first on the Golden Core Ranking

Nangong Yue sat on the east side of the viewing platform, near the railing, one hand supporting her chin, the other idly twirling a celadon teacup.

She wasn't wearing the royal court's robes today; instead, she wore a dark red, narrow-sleeved outfit with a gold-threaded whip tied around her waist.

She looked sharp and capable, but there was a hint of absent-mindedness in her eyes.

Yun Qingyao was sitting next to her.

Yun Qingyao remained aloof and ethereal, dressed in snow-white robes, her posture upright as a sword. The teacup in front of her remained untouched.

The spiritual tea had gone cold, and she clearly wasn't interested in enjoying it.

Although the two came together, neither spoke first after they sat down. There was a low table between them, and the silence was as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

In the end, it was Nangong Yue who broke the silence first.

When did you meet him?

Her tone was casual, as if she were talking about something insignificant. She continued to turn the teacup in her hand, without looking at Yun Qingyao.

Yun Qingyao remained silent for a moment, seemingly counting the days.

About six months ago.

she says.

"how?"

"nothing."

Nangong Yue put down her teacup, finally turned her head, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I just want to give you some advice. What's so good about that womanizer? You should give him up now. He's not worth it."

Her tone was light and airy, as if she were just saying the weather was nice today, but the subtle barbs in her words were unmistakable.

Yun Qingyao turned her head and met Nangong Yue's gaze.

Two pairs of eyes met in the air, one pair exuding heroic spirit, the other as cold and aloof as frost.

Then Yun Qingyao smiled.

It wasn't a polite smile; he genuinely laughed.

A smile spread from the corners of her mouth to the corners of her eyes, melting away most of her usual aloof expression.

She picked up the cup of tea, which had gone cold, took a sip, and then slowly spoke.

"Yeah, he's such a womanizer, why did you still come?"

Nangong Yue paused in her movement of turning the teacup.

The teacup paused on my fingertips, the fine crackle patterns on the celadon shimmering in the sunlight.

She looked up at Yun Qingyao, the casual smile in her eyes disappearing, replaced by a stubbornness that seemed to have been touched on a sore spot yet refused to admit defeat.

"I am here to observe the ceremony as the Third Prince of the Dihao Royal Court."

Nangong Yue said.

"Ah."

Yun Qingyao nodded, her tone as calm as if she were coaxing a child.

"I'm here to observe the ceremony too."

Nangong Yue's lips twitched.

The air between the two seemed to freeze for a moment.

Several monks watching the ceremony noticed that the temperature was a bit off and quietly moved their chairs half a foot further away.

Just then, the sound of pulling and arguing came from not far away.

Nangong Yue and Yun Qingyao turned their heads to look at the same time.

At the entrance of the platform, a bald monk in a gray robe was tightly gripping the arm of a male cultivator, his face full of smiles, and he kept saying something.

The male cultivator was thin and pale. His arm was being held and he couldn't break free. He looked utterly hopeless.

They all knew that monk.

Yuantong.

Last time, in the underground palace of the first-generation secret realm, this self-proclaimed monk who never kept the precepts fought alongside them.

As for the rogue cultivator he grabbed, he was one of the survivors in the secret realm at the time, and was later taken back to Nanshan Temple by Yuantong.

At this moment, the rogue cultivator was clearly regretting his actions.

"Please don't move around, benefactor! Your injuries haven't fully healed yet!"

Yuantong grabbed his arm, his tone as concerned as if he were coaxing his disobedient junior brother.

"The worst thing you can do with internal injuries is to run around. What if it flares up again? Sit down, sit down and let me take a look at you..."

"Don't think I don't know!"

The rogue cultivator struggled desperately, but his injuries had not yet healed, and his strength was no match for a monk who was a Golden Core stage body cultivator.

"You read Buddhist scriptures by my bedside every day, morning and night, while I'm eating and sleeping, even when I'm squatting in the outhouse you're reading outside! You just want me to become a Buddhist!"

Yuantong's smile remained unwavering; in fact, it grew even brighter, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

"What you say is unkind. I was only concerned about your injuries. Buddhist scriptures can calm the mind and nourish the body, which is beneficial for the recovery of internal injuries..."

"I don't believe in Buddhism!"

"It's okay, it's okay, we can get to know each other slowly."

Yuantong grabbed the person with one hand and pulled out a brand-new booklet from his pocket with the other, the cover of which was printed with four large gold characters.

"Look, I've even prepared a beginner's guide for you, with pictures and text, easy to understand. The rules of our Nanshan Temple are very simple..."

The rogue cultivator closed his eyes in despair.

"You fucking let me go."