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

An invisible portal opened at his fingertips.

The other end landed precisely on the lush grass.

Tang Ruoyin's delicate body trembled violently.

Her upright posture suddenly tensed, and she almost dropped the jade slip in her hand.

She quickly steadied her breathing, turned to look at Mu Tianmiao, and a thin layer of tears welled up in her usually cold and indifferent eyes.

Her eyes were tinged with a faint red, and her gaze held a mixture of shyness and annoyance, and an indescribable tenderness.

"You brat..."

She lowered her voice, the few words squeezed out between her teeth were soft and trembling, and although they were clearly insults, they sounded like she was being coquettish.

Mu Tianmiao withdrew his hand with satisfaction, picked up the jade slip again, and his face returned to its serious and responsible expression.

As he answered the questions from the prospective disciples who came to have their spiritual roots tested, he quickened his pace.

Registration, stamping, and release—the entire process is more than twice as fast as before.

The candidates waiting in line showed expressions of gratitude upon seeing the sudden increase in efficiency.

They had no idea what the young sect leader had just done under the table.

Tang Ruoyin sat down next to him and quickly put on a soundproof veil.

It was a thin veil, as thin as a cicada's wing, hanging in front of her, which could both block out sound and conceal her expression.

She leaned back in her chair, her chest rising and falling slightly, her lips pressed tightly together behind her veil as she tried to steady her breathing.

The soundproof veil concealed her rapid, disordered breathing, as well as the lingering glow of sunset at the corners of her eyes.

She was just about to close her eyes, wanting to secretly enjoy herself in this noisy environment...

Just then, a sharp sword intent rushed towards them from the direction of the mountain gate.

That sword intent was stronger than before; it was no longer restrained or controlled.

The candidates lined up shivered in unison, and many instinctively turned to look back.

Tang Ruoyin opened her eyes and glanced into the distance through the soundproof veil.

Dressed in black with a white cloak, feathers fluttering, and a splash of bright red at the waist.

Ye Jianling was walking through the air.

Mu Tianmiao pulled her hand out of her bosom, sat up straight, and picked up the jade slip again with a serious expression.

Tang Ruoyin felt that the mischievous hand had disappeared, and her breathing under the soundproof veil finally became completely steady.

She leaned back in her chair, turned her head, and looked at Mu Tianmiao with a resentful gaze.

It's really unpleasant to be teased halfway through and then have it abruptly cut off...

"Didn't you take her away?"

Her voice came through the veil, carrying a hint of reproach.

"It's still not resolved?"

After speaking, she turned her head and looked at Ye Jianling, who was walking through the air.

Dressed in black with a white cloak, the outfit was painted with ink wash style, and the raven-white feathers on his shoulders fluttered in the wind.

A silver-patterned jade belt cinched her waist, creating a sharp silhouette, while a bright red sash at her side drew a striking line between black and white.

With his sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and cold, frosty face, he looked like a sword immortal who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Tang Ruoyin looked her up and down, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Wow, what an unparalleled swordsman, so beautiful."

She paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"He has a younger version of Li Xizhao, but he's sillier than Li Xizhao."

Mu Tianmiao's lips twitched.

He dared not accept that...

Ye Jianling landed in front of the spirit-carved stone tablet, his feet firmly planted on the ground. His sword intent subsided somewhat, but the anger in his starry eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

She stared straight at Mu Tianmiao and said, "You're playing me!"

Mu Tianmiao put down the jade slip, spread his hands, and looked as innocent as could be.

"I wasn't playing a trick on you. Didn't I give you nice clothes?"

Ye Jianling was momentarily speechless at his words, and looked down at the ink-wash fairy robe she was wearing...

It really is beautiful... She had already admitted that in the mirror of the Fairy Robe Pavilion.

But she quickly raised her head, her tone even more self-righteous: "Didn't you say we'd spar after I changed my clothes?"

Mu Tianmiao opened his mouth, about to retort, when a hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

Tang Ruoyin removed the soundproof veil and stood up from the chair.

Her face had returned to its usual aloof and indifferent expression, except for a faint trace of redness at the corner of her eyes.

She patted Mu Tianmiao on the shoulder, her tone calm but undeniable: "I'll do it."

Chapter 83 Is this what the teachings of Wanren Qianshan are all about?

Ye Jianling continued speaking, his tone filled with an unyielding stubbornness.

"You're breaking your promise! As a cultivator, keeping your word is the most basic principle. You clearly said you'd spar with me after you changed your clothes!"

"So you ran away, and gathered a group of female disciples to surround me there, dragging me around for a whole..."

"girl."

Tang Ruoyin's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured on a hot coal fire, precisely cutting off Ye Jianling's words.

She stood beside Mu Tianmiao, her hands hanging naturally in front of her, her posture composed and her gaze calm.

But his entire demeanor was completely different from when he was leaning back in the chair.

"Aren't you the most law-abiding sect in the Eight Desolations, the Ten Thousand Mountains Sect?"

Tang Ruoyin spoke calmly and slowly, as if stating a fact that everyone already knew.

"You've been unleashing your sword intent in the bustling city; aren't you showing a lot of disrespect to our Immortal Shadow Sect?"

Ye Jianling's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Tang Ruoyin didn't give her a chance to speak.

Her voice remained steady, but each word carried more weight than the last.

"Our Immortal Shadow Sect is holding a recruitment conference, and various forces have come to witness the event. Hundreds of candidates are queuing up outside the mountain gate."

"You have repeatedly come to disturb us, releasing your sword intent to frighten everyone. You have disrupted the entire recruitment process for your own selfish desires. Is this the code of conduct for Wanren Qianshan?"

Ye Jianling's expression froze.

Moreover,

Tang Ruoyin turned slightly to the side and shrugged at Mu Tianmiao.

"In order to settle things peacefully, our sect's young master kindly gave you a set of immortal robes, allowing you to change your clothes at the Immortal Robe Pavilion, without charging you a single penny."

"Is this how you, the towering mountains, repay us?"

Ye Jianling opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Her aura was visibly declining...

His straight back slumped slightly, and the anger between his brows was replaced by a helpless embarrassment.

Even the sharp sword intent surrounding him vanished without a trace, like a burst bubble.

She stood there, her fingers clutching the red silk sash around her waist, her lips pursed, unsure where to look.

"I..." Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"sorry."

Seeing Ye Jianling's timid and hesitant demeanor, Tang Ruoyin slowly withdrew her aura.

She didn't continue to be aggressive; her tone remained calm, but it was much gentler than her previous harshness.

"As long as you know."

She sat back down in her chair, picked up the jade slip, as if the matter was now closed.

"Go do what you're supposed to do. If you're not satisfied, I'll report this to the sect leader and have her ask your sect's mountain lord herself."

"Is the teaching of Wanrenqianshan really that bad?"

Upon hearing the words "report to the sect leader," Ye Jianling visibly shrank back an inch.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just lowered her eyes and added softly, "...I'm sorry."

Then she turned around, her steps many times faster than when she came, her black-clad, white-cloaked figure passing through the queuing crowd, heading towards the viewing platform without looking back.

The two raven-white feathers on her shoulders, which should have been fluttering in the air, trembled slightly with her steps, giving off an inexplicable air of fleeing in panic.

Mu Tianmiao watched Ye Jianling's fleeing figure disappear into the crowd, then turned around and looked at Tang Ruoyin with admiration, secretly giving her a thumbs up.

Then he leaned closer and, using a secret telepathic method, precisely transmitted a sentence into Tang Ruoyin's ear.

"Wow, Sister Tang, you have such skills! Your mouth is even more amazing than in bed!"

Tang Ruoyin was about to drink her tea when she heard this and paused slightly.

She turned her head to the side, rolled her eyes at Mu Tianmiao, and replied in kind with telepathy.

"Everything should be done in a proper manner. When we make love in bed, we should naturally be carefree and happy. How can we compare it to other things?"

Her tone was flat and calm, as if she were talking about something perfectly normal, but the faint curve at the corner of her eye betrayed her.

Mu Tianmiao was amused by her serious yet flirtatious manner, and chuckled as she relayed another sentence.

"Hehe, I've learned a lot. Now that sword fanatic probably won't bother me anymore."

Tang Ruoyin took a sip of tea, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the direction where Ye Jianling had disappeared. She paused for a moment, then casually added a sentence.

"But this sword fanatic is really beautiful; it's a pity she's wasted on swordsmanship."

Mu Tianmiao nodded, and Ye Jianling's face unconsciously appeared in her mind again.

With his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, cold as frost, he lost all his imposing manner after being spoken to by Tang Ruoyin in just a few words, and looked like he was obediently apologizing with his neck shrank.

Despite being a peerless swordsman ranked first on the Golden Core list, he was rigid and inflexible, and as naive as a blank sheet of paper.

What would it be like if he dyed her the same color?

The thought raced through his mind, and he quickly shook his head, temporarily putting these random thoughts aside.

By evening, the first day of the recruitment conference, the spiritual root testing, was finally coming to an end.

The long queue outside the mountain gate has shortened considerably; the remaining people will continue tomorrow.

As Mu Tianmiao was sorting out the last few registration jade slips, a hand suddenly reached out and gently pressed on the table in front of him.

He raised his head.

Qin Shuxin stood in front of the table, still wearing that extremely plain white robe, her long hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

Her expression was as indifferent as ever; her light-colored eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

But upon closer inspection, a hint of joy was reflected in his pupils.

“It’s a shift change,” she said.

Before Mu Tianmiao could speak, Tang Ruoyin had already stood up.

She stretched, loosened her stiff shoulders, and nodded to Qin Shuxin.

"Then it's up to you. Most of the candidate disciples have already settled into the sect. You just need to finish up the rest."

Qin Shuxin nodded slightly, sat down in the chair that Tang Ruoyin had given her, picked up the jade slip on the table, and began to read it.

Her movements were unhurried and quiet, like a jade sculpture.

After Qin Shuxin sat down, she flipped through two pages of the jade slip, then suddenly looked up at Mu Tianmiao, who was about to get up and leave.