Chapter 301: Qingzhi

Deep corridors, brilliant colors—

At this moment in the palace pavilion.

Hearing Qingzhi's voice, Ao Jin didn't react yet.

At the water mirror under the steps, a young dragon lady, as small as Qingzhi and carved from pink jade, had her eyes brighten.

She rushed forward excitedly, opened her mouth to shout, and without a word, swung a punch, hitting Qingzhi right on the top of her head!

It sounded like a muffled thunder in her ears!

Qingzhi let out an "ao wu" and squatted down.

After a moment of daze, she twisted her neck hard, glared behind her, and shouted:

"Did I ask you to hit me?!"

"But you didn't name names just now..."

The young dragon lady muttered, aggrieved.

Then, seeing Qingzhi squint her eyes, a trace of unkindness quietly flowed on her fat face.

She shrank her neck, also without a word, ran down the long steps quickly, and hid behind the water mirror.

"Is it really... Chen Hang?"

After glaring at the dragon lady unhappily, Qingzhi touched her head, grinning, and cast her gaze toward the water mirror.

Her expression was strange, and she couldn't help but feel doubt in her heart.

How long has it been since they last met?

The little Qi-condensing cultivator from Daojun Fu Yu Lake in the Southern Region actually joined the Eight Sects and Six Schools and became a proper Yuchen disciple?

And the purple clothes on Chen Hang, Qingzhi also recognized, it was a unique talisman of the Yuchen Sect.

Like the "Chiyang Yiqi Bead" of the Chiming Sect, it was a proof of identity for talented disciples of the lower courtyard, very rare.

In a sense, it was indeed incomparably precious!

One side is a small cultivator from the Southern Region.

The other side is a Yuchen noble son...

Not to mention the various means Chen Hang displayed in the minor realm, domineering and fierce.

Killing a group of family cultivators until they lost their prestige, his spirit and majesty were truly intimidating!

The difference between these two identities

made Qingzhi's brain unable to turn around for a while.

Even though she took a hard hit on the head,

she still felt like she was in a dream, only suspecting that she hadn't woken up yet...

"This person is called Chen Hang, currently cultivating in the Changying Courtyard of the Yuchen lower courtyard, ranked eleventh in the Purple Palace.

However, judging from the sword escape he displayed today, the ranking on this list is a bit low."

Seeing Qingzhi staring straight at the water mirror, without blinking, Ao Jin on the side took the initiative to speak:

"The Year-End Evaluation praises him for his 'wind spirit, detached and calm,' and seeing it today, it is indeed true.

Many sisters around want to get to know him, but they have no way, and they are afraid to recommend themselves rashly, fearing they will be looked down upon..."

After saying this,

Ao Jin smiled again, pointing out, and said:

"Qingzhi, you have been staring at him, could it be that you know this High-Gong Chen?"

Several dragon ladies at the water mirror looked over, their eyes blooming with brilliance.

Seeing this scene, Qingzhi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Before they could speak, she waved her hands repeatedly, shaking her head:

"Don't know! Don't know! I am from the Chiming Sect, he is from the Yuchen Sect, we are eight poles apart!

Qingzhi just thought the clothes on this kid looked good, so I looked at him a few more times. You old women, stop guessing!"

"Chiming and Yuchen are both Eight Sects and Mystic Sects, and they are both in the Dongmi State territory, how can you say the relationship is distant?"

A dragon lady wearing a hibiscus flower crown smiled

"Qingzhi, if you are willing to do me this favor and introduce me, I will give you that Food-Creating Tripod from the palace.

This object only requires spiritual energy to be injected into it, and the tripod can then generate the worldly delicacies you have tasted before, with no difference in taste or appearance.

Haven't you been coveting the Food-Creating Tripod for a long time? Is it good enough to reward your achievements with it?"

"A mere Food-Creating Tripod... Qingzhi doesn't only have eating on her mind; you all underestimate Qingzhi too much!"

Qingzhi gave a cold snort, her expression unchanged, looking disdainful.

Yet, in secret, she couldn't help but touch her belly, her throat rolled, and her eyes shone slightly.

This small action naturally could not escape the eyes of the dragon maidens, who looked at each other and couldn't help but smile inwardly.

Immediately, under the promises made one after another.

Qingzhi's expression gradually became dazed, as if drunk, her face flushed red.

Finally, she gave a violent hiccup, covered her ears tightly with both hands, and rushed out of the hall.

However, before the dragon maidens could be surprised.

Within a few breaths, she rushed back in from outside the hall.

"Don't even think about it, don't even think about this person, it's impossible!"

She swallowed her saliva first, then straightened her chubby face and said earnestly.

Dragon Palace, Zhuo Guang Lake.

After passing through that vortex cave and escaping the mystic realm.

Looking up, one could only see the clear sky, a hundred miles of calm wind and smoke, high peaks and distant ridges, gathering green and flowing blue.

And in the flying pavilion at this time, many cultivators who had been driven out of the mystic realm earlier had already gathered here.

Seeing Chen Hang's figure appear, the crowd had different expressions; most had a trace of shock on their faces, their hearts heavy, looking quite surprised.

Chen Hang turned his eyes and saw a piece of golden light like a curtain in the sky, clearly reflecting the various scenes in the Vast Wild Mystic Realm, and he understood it at once.

After he performed a Daoist salute to Master Yan Xi, he moved his sleeve and turned to leave.

At this moment, Master Yan Xi's brows moved slightly. He rarely opened his eyes, nodded, and smiled:

"Fifteen days later, the next Dharma assembly will still be in this Vast Wild Mystic Realm. Your sword technique is good; the Yuchen Sect is worthy of being the orthodox Xuan Sect, its disciples are formidable!"

After saying this, Master Yan Xi did not say more, but used the method of sound transmission to say a word to Chen Hang in secret.

Hearing those transmitted words.

Chen Hang's heart trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed.

After a little deduction, he understood what it meant.

He looked at Master Yan Xi and saw that this person had already closed his eyes and entered meditation, sitting upright on the back of the black tiger.

He smiled slightly, did not stay long, transformed into a streak of sword rainbow, and flew into the layered clouds in an instant, his whereabouts disappearing.

And this departure.

Before half an incense stick of time had passed.

Chen Hang felt a strange sensation in his heart. After pondering for a moment, he simply pressed down his sword light, stopped in the clouds, steadied his spirit within his body, secretly guarded, and waited for the arrival.

Sure enough, within a few breaths, he first heard a loud noise in his ears, like the sound of wings flapping.

Then came the howling of the gale, stirring the sea of clouds as if boiling, like boundless giant waves crashing over, with a unique momentum!

And when the sound drew near, in the void, a giant bird was indeed flapping its wings and flying over.

It was about a hundred zhang in size, surrounded by green light, like a rainbow or neon, very bright and magnificent, but it had no trace of demonic aura; instead, it gave people a feeling that was extremely profound and indescribable.

After seeing Chen Hang's face clearly, the giant bird let out a clear cry, looking extremely happy, and then rolled in mid-air, transforming into a round, chubby girl who landed on the clouds.

After standing firm, the girl put her hands on her hips and laughed loudly:

"Chen Hang! It really is you! You really didn't die!"

Chen Hang lowered his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he felt quite surprised.

"Qingzhi?"

He said.

(End of chapter)