Ling Gu Yue's heart suddenly became cold, icy, and hard.
Judging from his reaction, the number of disciples in the Qingyun Sect in the upper world must be more than single digits, but definitely not more than three digits. Sure enough, the tradition of Qingyun Sect is that it has few people, is streamlined, and has a false reputation...
"Don't worry, my dear friend, follow me back to the sect. The sect will definitely give you the grandest welcome ceremony! And do you know who the most awesome person in our sect is?"
Immortal Pang approached Ling Guyue and said mysteriously.
What else could be the most awesome thing?
The small number of people, the false reputation, and the grandest welcome ceremony all matched up, so Lone Moon said casually: "It's impossible for every sect disciple to have an independent mountain top, right?"
"Ouch! I said that Immortal Friend is the most suitable person for our Qingyun Sect. You guessed it right! Our Qingyun Sect has a vast mountain with few people, and each sect disciple has an independent mountain top! Are you surprised?"
Ling Gu Yue twitched the corners of her mouth twice, wanting to laugh, but she couldn't.
It is impossible to be overjoyed, and I am indeed shocked to be surprised.
The mountains are vast and sparsely populated, but our Qingyun Sect is so awesome.
Just when they were about to board the flying boat back to the sect, there was a loud bang at the place where Ling Gu Yue was supposed to be picked up, and a huge lump of ore fell from the sky.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Immortal friend surnamed Pang tutted a few times, and then said to Ling Guyue: "Fellow immortal, have you seen that thing? It's the body-forging mine you came out of before. I have to send you back to the sect quickly, and then Come and pick this guy up.”
Did this body forging mine fall from the sky? Don't be too outrageous!
Moreover, the immortal friend surnamed Pang seemed to be overconfident. He used support instead of fighting for it. He seemed to be sure that the person would enter the Qingyun Sect.
Forget it, she won't ask anymore. She will know it when she gets to the sect. Asking now will only make her more tired.
The flying boat in the upper realm was bigger and more luxurious than the one she saw before her ascension.
The flying boat is filled with immortal energy and mist everywhere. As long as your qualifications are not particularly bad, you should be able to achieve success in practicing in a place like this.
This is the advantage of having few disciples.
In other sects, hundreds and thousands of disciples may compete for resources, but in Qingyun Sect, they are only fixed resources for a few disciples.
All in all, it’s just one word, trench!
An inhumane trench.
The flying boat was operating normally. Immortal friend surnamed Pang appeared in front of Ling Guyue flatteringly with a plate of fairy grapes, "My dear fairy, try this fairy fruit. It's so tender."
This stuff is quite popular among Shadows, and it contains quite a lot of fairy energy.
Ling Gu Yue took one and ate it, and found that the taste was not as good as the one from Shadow's place, and even the immortal energy was very little.
But I heard the Immortal Friend Pang boasting, "My Immortal Friend is more than that. This Immortal Grape is a rare thing in the upper world. Except for the monopoly of Yunshang Tiangong, more than 80% of the others are in our Qingyun Sect."
What a loud tone.
I just don’t know if the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud refers to the palaces on the Cloud alone, or to a specific place.
Ling Guyue asked him: "My dear immortal, do you know where the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud is?"
"Hush! Hush hush hush! Do you want your immortal friend to die? Do you even dare to inquire about the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds?!"
It was obviously you who brought it up first, yet you didn't let anyone else mention it.
It was a smooth journey to Qingyun Sect.
The golden plaque is much grander than the one in the lower world. There are many colorful auspicious clouds floating in the air, and strings of "magpies" are arranged in a huge heart shape and coiled in front of the plaque.
Eight male disciples held colorful flowers and danced in front of the mountain gate, shouting, "Welcome the immortal friends home!"
(End of chapter)
