
"Actually I want to raise you to be my direct disciple" Zu Tiankong said.
After hearing that remark, everyone who heard could not help but be surprised. Zu Tiankong despite being a teacher for the spirit power branch, he was never willing to have a direct disciple.
They all thought that Zu Tiankong might just pass on his knowledge to his grandson, Zu Ruochu. But it seems their judgment is wrong. The old man was not unwilling, it was just that he did not yet have the right candidate.
But what was so special about Qing Yu? He looks very fragile and weak. Maybe he'll fall if he gets a storm. How could Zu Tiankong be interested in such a person?
Qing Yue'er did not know how to deal with this. Actually the book on spirit formation techniques he had obtained from the mummified humans had a very dense and clear content. He only needed to learn it and he would definitely be able to master spirit formation techniques at least to the blue level.
"Hows it? Do you want to be my student?" ask Zu Tiankong.
Qing Yue'er glanced at Zu Tiakong who currently had anticipation in the look in her eyes. If he refused, it might disappoint him. He finally decided to accept it. Perhaps he could learn even more things than spirit formation technique books.
"Okay, this student is ready." Qing Yue'er bowed to pay her respects three times.
Zu Tiankong was very satisfied. Finally he had found a suitable disciple to pass down his spirit formation techniques. He was no longer young, the matter of life and death could not be foreseen by humans.
He was only worried that the knowledge and experience he had gained during his life could not be passed on to others. If the technique could be passed on then the technique would not die. That means one's efforts do not become in vain.
"Then come three days after this to my place. I'll start teaching you right then and there."
After saying that, Zu Tiankong walked away. But before that, he turned to look at the disciples who were still clustered with whispers in his mouth.
"Are you not satisfied watching? Hurry back! It's really undisciplined!"
Hearing Zu Tiankong's cry, they instantly dispersed themselves. After all, the show was also over so there was no longer a good thing to watch.
After finishing all the commotion, Qing Yue'er returned to her dorm. He had already obtained abundant spirit stones, some of which he had also given to Qi Rong. It was after all that man who had already brought him to heal Wang Xun.
The sky is dark now. Qing Yue'er entered her dimension to meet Ying Jun. Suddenly he missed that adorable little creature.
As he entered the cave, he saw Ying Jun who was lying on a rock. His hands were used as his head pads. His breathing looks very regular. Looks like he's asleep.
Does the mythical creature seem to even still need sleep? Ck, this guy just doesn't know how to spend his time.
Qing Yue'er finally went down to the pool to soak. He opened his outer robe and directly entered the water. A refreshing sensation seeped into his body, freeing him from the fatigue that had consumed him.
As his eyes closed, moonlight entered from the hole above the cave. His body was enveloped by the gentle moonlight. If others saw it, they would be amazed by this beautiful sight.
Qing Yue'er soaked within an hour. Right now his body looks very radiant. When compared to the first time he saw this body, it had a difference like heaven and earth.
When he first saw the body he was exalting, it actually made him feel disappointed. How not? Once upon a time on earth, of course, she was a very beautiful girl. But it turned out that he was sent into a body that could only be said to be standard. That's not gonna feel good, is it?
But now he's back to being happy. Thanks to the Yin Yang holy water that was used so often, his body underwent many amazing changes. It's not overkill, it's all very real.
Her originally ordinary face could now be said to be the beauty that brought down the city. Even he had not realized since when his body had grown to be even more dazzling.
Now if he had to disguise himself as a man, he would have to tighten his chest pack. Maybe it would be a little stifling for him. But this was still more fun for him than having to use a veil to cover his face.
As he was seriously watching his body, suddenly a deafening sound echoed throughout the cave. That voice made the spiritual qi in Qing Yue'er's body weaken. He could feel a dangerous aura spreading from within the pond.
He quickly jumped to land on the edge of the pool. He furrowed his brows deeply. What is that sound? Could there be something in the pool?
All this time he had never found anything abnormal. Although this pool is quite deep but he can still see the bottom. Everything looks very ordinary, nothing suspicious.
The previously sleeping Ying Jun immediately opened his eyes. With a flash of lightning her petite body floated above the pond. He never expected something that had been there for over 1000 years to still have such a strong hostility.
"Master, concentrate. Do not let the voice distract you. I will go downstairs," Ying Jun said with an ice-cold expression.
Qing Yue'er nodded her head. "Be careful."
He felt a little anxious. Previously he had never seen Ying Juns ice-cold face. That person had always been indifferent beyond Mo Jingtian's supervision. Could it be that the thing inside was indeed very frightening?
Ying Jun slid into the pool. The moment he arrived at the bottom of the pond, his hand did a very strange hand seal. It looked extremely complicated, yet the power it radiated completely astonished him.
Although he had already used this hand seal for several times, he still felt astonished by its power. The person who created this seal must become extremely extraordinary.
After completing the hand seal, a strand of purple light shot out from Ying Jun's petite hand. The light widened and coated the bottom of the pond forming a majestic pattern. That pattern is very difficult to describe.
"You have no right to rebel!" He shouted violently.
Yet suddenly Ying Jun felt his body weaken. His gaze became blurry as his consciousness began to dissipate. After that he could no longer feel what was happening.