Chapter 115: The Past of Yun Gong (2)

Legend has it that the ancestors of the Eight Great Families were the remnants of the bloodline of the Heavenly Gods, so their descendants were born noble and possessed semi-immortal bodies.

Yun Gong was jointly established by the Eight Great Families; it was an academy for cultivating excellent disciples within the clans, and also a place for elders of major sects to gather and discuss matters.

Every three years, the major families would send their direct descendants to Yun Gong for ten years of cultivation.

It is said that there are the most stringent masters and the most perverted trials there. Although after this training, one can quickly improve cultivation, it is a cultivation paradise that outer disciples cannot enter even if they fight for their lives.

But Qingyue, who had always been used to being free and easy, was unwilling to eat that bitterness, and after making trouble several times, she was still stuffed into the flying horse cloud carriage by her father and sent to Yun Gong.

Many years later, when she looked back on the past, she realized that the few years in Yun Gong were the most unforgettable time of her life.

It was also in Yun Gong that she met the man who later changed the trajectory of her life: Immortal Lord Zhuohua.

Zhuohua was born in the lower Human World, but he was a cultivation genius rarely seen in a hundred years, and he was also the only one who broke the class barrier and, with a humble origin as a mortal, could obtain the title of "Immortal Lord".

At the same time, he was also the only instructor in Yun Gong without a background.

But no matter how brilliant his past experiences were, in the eyes of those golden and jade-like immortal sect direct descendants, Zhuohua was still no different from the ants in the lower world.

When they were happy, they would listen to his lectures and call him Immortal Lord. When they were unhappy, there were many disciples who would contradict him to his face.

Among these disciples, Qingyue was the main culprit.

Just because she was sleeping in class once, she was named and criticized by Zhuohua, so she held a grudge and set up many ambushes to discipline Zhuohua.

For example, setting up a water array on the door, wanting him to be drenched like a drowned rat as soon as he entered the lecture hall, making a big joke.

As a result, that despicable villain Zhuohua didn't know what evil means he used, but actually made the array rebound, and in the end, it was Qingyue who was drenched like a drowned rat.

Or for example, Qingyue put cockroaches and earthworms in his lunch box, preparing to disgust him.

But in the end, it was Qingyue who was disgusted.

Because those cockroaches and earthworms didn't know how they got into her bowl. She was chatting with people proudly at the time and didn't notice the change in the bowl at all, until she ate it into her mouth did she find something wrong, and she vomited for three days before recovering.

Of course, there were times when she succeeded. For example, breaking his new clothes and losing the spiritual tools he made. Then she would get a round of punishment and reprimand.

When he reprimanded people, his expression was very cold, but he would only throw out one sentence: "The child cannot be taught!"

He couldn't even scold people, he was truly rigid and boring.

Yet, such a rigid and boring person, in a trial, when Qingyue accidentally fell into a herd of demon beasts and was almost trampled to death by the beast's hooves.

A man in a plain white robe fell rapidly from the cliff top, his clothes fluttering like a startled swan, protecting her firmly under his body.

Her ears were full of sharp beast cries, and the sound of bones being crushed.

She looked up in terror, clearly seeing him in great pain and trying his best to endure it, yet he still comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, I am here."

Later, she was safe and sound, but his spine was crushed alive; if it weren't for immortal arts treatment, he would probably be paralyzed for life.

Afterwards, she asked him: "Immortal Lord, I always teased you before, why did you save me? When you jumped down, weren't you afraid?"

Immortal Lord Zhuohua smiled faintly: "Because you are my student."

"I always went against you before, Immortal Lord, don't you hold a grudge?"

"The wrong has already been punished, holding a grudge again would be petty."

That day, the sunset was like molten gold, covering him in warm red. Tiny light particles danced on his pure white clothes.

The 12-year-old girl looked up, and the gentleness on his eyebrows and the smile on his lips, together with the evening glow burning in the sky at this moment, were all branded into the depths of her heart.

From then on, it was hard to forget.

In the ten years of Yun Gong, the first three years were collective teaching.

Three years later, one could autonomously choose an Immortal Lord to establish a master-disciple relationship and continue learning.

This was a two-way choice; disciples choose masters, masters choose direct disciples; once the relationship is established, it is for a lifetime and cannot be changed.

Other Immortal Lords were all born in the Eight Great Immortal Sects, with extraordinary status; after contracting a master-disciple relationship, it also meant that the interests between major families were more deeply linked. Naturally, they were not short of disciples.

Only Zhuohua, because he was born in the Human World, had no family as a backer. Even if his own strength was strong, he was still not in the mainstream, and no one was willing to choose him.

Zhuohua had been an instructor in Yun Gong for more than ten years, but he had not yet received a single direct disciple.

He knew clearly that the chasm of status could not be crossed. So that day he stood in the most remote position, just going through the motions, never thinking about receiving a direct disciple.

Qingyue originally had a master she intended to choose, designated by her father, with a noble family background and great strength.

But when she saw Immortal Lord Zhuohua standing alone in the corner, and not a single disciple chose him, she felt very sad in her heart.

Clearly he was such a strong and gentle person, just because his birth was not good, he was abandoned by everyone.

"Others can abandon him, but I cannot!"

So she passed through the crowd and rushed towards that man in white, like a banished immortal.

"I want you to be my master, no matter what kind of test it is!"

He was a bit surprised: "But hasn't your father already set a candidate for you..."

"It is I who choose the master, not my father, so it must be according to my heart!"

The 15-year-old girl had a firm look in her eyes, but her tone was a bit rogue: "I don't care, you must agree! I am the Young Master of the Qingcang Sect, if you don't agree, then I will be too embarrassed! Immortal Lord Zhuohua, you can't just watch me be laughed at by others, right?"

He gently stroked the top of her head and smiled faintly: "You have to consider clearly, once you choose, you cannot go back on it."

"Absolutely will not go back on it!" She shook her little finger, with jumping fragments of light in her eyes, "Pinky swear, lying is a little dog!"

He lowered his eyes to look at her serious appearance, the smile reached his eyes, and he raised his hand to gently hook that pink, glutinous finger.

The sunlight falling under the eaves happened to condense on the fingertips, condensing into a gentleness that never faded in the long years.

Immortal Lord Zhuohua was a very good master; not only would he teach her everything he knew, but he would also often take her to travel around.

Immortal Lord Zhuohua told her: "Cultivators cannot close their doors and build carts; they must walk out of the square inch of land to a broader world to understand the true meaning of immortal cultivation. Cultivation is not just about the body, but more importantly, the heart."

In those few years, they walked through famous mountains and rivers, and also went to wasteland demon valleys.

Qingyue liked the Human World the most; there were bustling streets and mortals who were weak but still struggling.

In the Human World, she also saw many temples. The elders of the Eight Great Immortal Sects all had their own temples and believers, receiving generations of worship from humans, with incense burning continuously.

When Qingyue saw it for the first time, she asked Zhuohua in surprise: "Master, the elders and sect masters of the Immortal Cultivation World clearly have not become immortals or gods, why are there temples for them in the human world?" ===== CHAPTER 116 =====