The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 11 begins, Zhi'er

The wrinkles on the Qingxuan Sect Leader's face smoothed out, revealing a kind smile: "So you are a distinguished disciple of the Starry Sea Sect. My apologies for my rudeness. Young friend Yun, your arrival from afar is an honor to the Flying Immortal Sect. Please come in."

Yun Weiyang smiled slightly and stepped into the light screen.

The moment Yun Weiyang passed through the protective mountain array, he felt a gentle force sweep over his entire body, as if checking whether he was carrying anything dangerous. This force lingered for a moment on the bell at his waist and the storage bag before dissipating.

The view from the mountaintop suddenly opened up.

The buildings of Feixianmen are few and scattered on the flat ground at the top of the mountain. Most of them are made of wood and stone, simple and rustic. They cannot compare with the palaces of Lin'an City, but they are quiet and secluded. Green bamboo is planted on both sides of the blue stone path, and the bamboo leaves rustle in the wind. In the distance, there is a large hall. The stone steps in front of the hall are covered with moss and look quite old.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader led Yun Weiyang into the main hall and ordered someone to serve tea. The hall was simply furnished with only a few wooden chairs and a stone table. On the wall hung a calligraphy scroll with the two characters "Flying Immortal" written in vigorous strokes.

After Yun Weiyang sat down, she picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was wild tea from the mountains, and it tasted bitter. She frowned and put the teacup down.

"Young friend Yun," Sect Leader Qingxuan said with a smile, seated in the main seat, "may I ask, young friend, which lineage do you belong to in the Starry Sea?"

Yun Weiyang raised her head and looked into the eyes of Sect Leader Qingxuan.

He knew this was a test. He didn't know much about Xingxiuhai. Zhang Guangze only had some fragmented memories. Xingxiuhai was in Xingzhou, where disciples cultivated with star power, and sects judged aptitude by the number of star beads they had. But this information was too little to withstand scrutiny. Even the tokens he had shown earlier were just drawn by himself. He didn't care if the restrictions were correct; he just wanted enough to make them incomprehensible.

Yun Weiyang did not intend to answer this question.

"Does the sect leader want to confirm my identity?" Yun Weiyang's tone was calm, even with a hint of a smile: "That's right. Xingxiu Sea is too far from Cangzhou. It's normal for the sect leader to have doubts since he has never met any disciples from Xingxiu Sea."

Standing up, Yun Weiyang had a faint smile on her face.

"In that case, I'll show it to the sect leader."

Yun Weiyang closed her eyes, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Above her head, wisps of faint starlight gathered, and twenty-five star beads were revealed at the same time.

The Seven Mansions of Xuanwu.

The seven constellations of Dou, Niu, Nu, Xu, Wei, Shi, and Bi, each containing twenty-five stars, emit unique starlight, some as clear as blue, some as black as ink, and some as white as snow.

The twenty-five star beads slowly rotated, forming a huge tortoise and snake coiled together, which is the constellation of the Black Tortoise in the north.

The sect leader of Qingxuan's eyes widened suddenly.

"The Seven Constellations of Xuanwu..." Sect Leader Qingxuan murmured to himself, his voice filled with shock: "Twenty-five star beads...this...this is..."

The Qingxuan Sect Leader did not understand the Starry Sea, but he understood astrology. In the cultivation world, astrology is a universal discipline. The Seven Mansions of Xuanwu, the Seven Mansions of the North, govern water, winter, and storage. It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to sense the image of any one of the mansions.

A cultivator capable of condensing the complete Seven Constellations of Xuanwu is an extremely rare existence, not only in the Starry Sea but also in the entire Tianyuan Realm. Moreover, this is only a cultivator at the Longevity Realm. A cultivator at the Longevity Realm can condense twenty-five star beads. If this cultivator were to grow stronger...

The Qingxuan Sect Leader dared not think any further.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes, the starry sky slowly dissipated, she sat down again, picked up the bitter tea, and took another sip.

"Does the sect leader have any further questions?"

The Qingxuan Sect Leader remained silent for a moment, then stood up and bowed deeply to Yun Weiyang.

"I was blind to your greatness, young friend Yun, please forgive me." The Qingxuan Sect Leader's tone became much more respectful: "Young friend, you have come from afar. Although the Flying Immortal Sect is small, it has some resources. If you don't mind, please stay on the mountain and wait for your master to finish his business before coming to pick you up."

Yun Weiyang smiled, her smile gentle and harmless.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sect Leader."

Outside the main hall, a young girl was peeking inside.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a pale yellow dress, her hair styled in double buns, revealing a fair face with large, bright eyes, which were now staring at Yun Weiyang's back with great curiosity.

"Zhi'er!" Sect Leader Qingxuan said in a deep voice, "You mustn't be rude!"

The girl giggled, jumped out from behind the door, ran a few steps to Sect Leader Qingxuan's side, took his arm, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, I just came to take a look. Are these the disciples of Xingxiu Sea? They're so young."

The girl turned her head, her gaze falling on Yun Weiyang's face, and then she froze.

Yun Weiyang was also looking at her.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Zhi'er's face flushed instantly. She hurriedly lowered her head and hid behind Sect Leader Qingxuan.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader sighed and said to Yun Weiyang, "This is my granddaughter, named Zhi'er. She has been spoiled since she was a child and does not know any manners. Please forgive her, young friend Yun."

Yun Weiyang shook her head and smiled, "You're too kind, Sect Leader. Your granddaughter is innocent and adorable."

Zhi'er peeked out from behind her grandfather, secretly glanced at Yun Weiyang, and then quickly shrank back.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader witnessed all of this, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He looked at Yun Weiyang, then at his granddaughter, his lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

"Zhi'er, take young friend Yun to the guest room to rest," Headmaster Qingxuan instructed. "Young friend Yun, the accommodations on the mountain are simple; I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You flatter me, Sect Leader."

Zhi'er walked out from behind her grandfather, head down, face red, and whispered, "Come with me," before turning and walking out of the hall.

Yun Weiyang followed behind her, passing through the bluestone path, walking through the bamboo forest, and arriving at a secluded courtyard.

The courtyard is small but very clean. There is an old locust tree in the courtyard with a canopy that blocks out half of the sky.

"This is it." Zhi'er stood at the courtyard gate, not daring to look at Yun Weiyang: "You...you rest first, I'll have someone bring you food later."

After saying that, she turned and ran.

"Miss Zhi'er," Yun Weiyang called out to her.

Zhi'er stopped, turned her back to him, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Thank you.

Zhi'er hummed in agreement and ran off without looking back.

Yun Weiyang stood at the courtyard gate, watching Zhi'er's retreating figure. The smile on her lips slowly faded, replaced by a faint indifference.

Yun Weiyang stayed at the Flying Immortal Sect for three days.

During these three days, he rarely went out and spent most of his time in the courtyard. The Qingxuan Sect Master sent two disciples to guard outside the courtyard, ostensibly to "serve" him, but in reality to monitor him. Yun Weiyang did not care about this. He meditated in the courtyard every day, drawing star power into his body. Twenty-five star beads slowly rotated in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the phantom of the Seven Mansions of Xuanwu appeared and disappeared.