Qin Sang studied under the only male cultivator among the senior elders of the Beast Control Sect and a strong contender for the next master of Wanlin Peak, Fairy Spirit Silkworm.
At a young age, his cultivation has already reached the level of pill formation, and he is one of the more capable monks among the monks with the same cultivation level.
She has a wide circle of friends and is a close friend of the disciples of the peak master. Every one of the disciples of the peak master is her good friend.
Apart from his mediocre mastery of the four skills of the alchemy array, he has no other shortcomings. He can be called a hot rising star in the mate selection market during the alchemy formation period of the Fuyun Realm.
For this rising star's first contract, many families tried hard to get people into her backyard. After many rounds of competition, eleven people finally fell into her eyes.
One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces, flying into the crowd of flowers out of sight.
The faces are all handsome, outstanding in temperament, and beautiful, which directly leads to the aesthetic standards of onlookers being sharply raised when they gather together.
The first one came out, and Ji Xuan felt that he couldn't take his eyes away for a while.
When the tenth one came out, she had already begun to feel that the first one was ordinary.
He was ranked first, probably the one with the highest cultivation level, so he was chosen by Qin Sang.
No wonder he is still rushing to form a contract even after the elixir formation period. It may be because no one wants to give up even if his cultivation level is low.
It's strange, everyone is a monk, and plastic surgery to increase height should be commonplace. Why is it that she, a disciple in the Qi refining stage, can intuitively recognize the appearance of a group of monks who can't see clearly their cultivation?
Who gave her face, disbelief.
The eleventh monk is a familiar face, Qiao Ziyue from Yuefengxuan. He has the lowest cultivation level and ranks last.
Qiao Ziyue usually doesn't wear makeup. Although her face is beautiful, it is not considered to be superior. There are several people in Yuefengxuan who are more handsome than him.
Today, I don’t know what kind of magical skills I used, but I didn’t fall behind. Although I can’t be considered a good-looking group, I am not embarrassed by the ten monks in front of me, just like an ordinary person.
Ji Xuan figured it out: "Maybe it's because they all studied the appearance and figured out some way of comparison, but I don't know the specific situation. So I can see the difference, but I can't see where the difference is. But this I can’t explain why the monks in the front are not as good-looking as the ones in the back. Isn’t this order based on cultivation level? It shouldn’t be.”
System: "Spiritual power does have a great impact on appearance. I mean, temperament has a much greater impact in the Fuyun world than in the modern world. They may have hired the same people to do makeup, so the level of makeup is about the same. But the foundation is different.”
Ji Xuan: "Really or not, are you lying to me? There are monks who specialize as makeup artists? This is the first-class sect in the Fuyun Realm! One super is many powerful, leaving aside the Huayun Sect, Yu The strength of the Beast Sect..."
The system interrupted her: "You take it for granted. Where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes. If monks want to compete, they will naturally develop ways to compete. Isn't that what you said yourself? Monks can live for hundreds of years. There’s so much time to be bored, definitely more so than in the modern world.”
Ji Xuan: "...You are right, but the influence of cultivation should not be taken away so easily. They are really a bit strange."
System: "That being said, it's true. It's a bit strange."
Qiao Ziyue was the last one, and after that, it was the penultimate part of the contract formation ceremony: worshiping heaven and earth.
Kneeling and kowtowing is frowned upon in the Fuyun Realm, neither among cultivators nor among mortals. Weddings and sacrifices are rare ceremonies that include this method of ceremonial conduct, but Qin Sang chose to refuse.
Just now, they served tea to Fairy Lingcan, which was regarded as worshiping their parents. Now the eleven people stood in line to salute the guests, then turned around and saluted Qin Sang, which was regarded as worshiping heaven and earth and worshiping each other.
The direction of the guests is also the direction of the square and the main entrance. Rather than saluting the guests, it is better to say that it is to respect the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.
Qiao Ziyue stood at the side, her eyes met Ji Xuan's, and she smiled lightly.
Ji Xuan was in a daze for a moment, remembering that he came to send him an invitation a few days ago. The signature on the invitation was: Qiao Shiyilang.
The eleven male cultivators, who are as tender as onions, or at least look as tender as onions now, raised their hands, bowed their heads and offered incense, with their hands at the same height as their foreheads.
Ji Xuan: "Why is there still incense? We are still sitting here. Isn't this not good? There is no way to offer incense to a living person."
System: "Introducing Qi into the body is considered as 'becoming an immortal'. There are some etiquettes like this. Don't pay too much attention to it."
The incense candle burned half of the column, and the eleven people with low eyebrows straightened up and turned back.
Turning back, their figures swayed in unison and disappeared in front of the hall.
Ji Xuan took a closer look and saw that the table was empty. There was no such thing as the handsome man.
? ? ?
She subconsciously looked at An Jingbai.
An Jingbai shook his head at her, indicating that he thought this was not an inherent part of the bond ceremony.
Qin Sang slowly stood up from the chair, holding the decorative folding fan that was originally tied to his waist in his hand, and clasped it on the table one by one.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
The projection of Fairy Spirit Silkworm was already blurry and almost disappeared, but at this moment it became solid again. She raised her arm and straightened her fingertips, as if she wanted to grab the hem of Qin Sang's clothes.
The projection flickered twice, disappearing like a TV with poor signal, and the shadow of the fingertips dispersed in the air.
Qin Sang's turbulent spiritual consciousness swept across the Qingsang Hall. Ji Xuan's cultivation level was too low and he was unaware. However, many of the alchemy monks in front were shocked by her unconcealed movements and stood up one after another.
Even the alchemy monks whose cultivation level is lower than hers can detect her consciousness patrolling back and forth, which shows her strength.
People in the audience were whispering to each other, and no one was directly scorning her for the time being.
The Dan Jie monks quickly reached a consensus, and a monk whose cultivation level was slightly higher than hers was sent as a representative. Due to the plastic friendship between them, they did not question loudly, but stepped forward to ask politely.
Liang Sisong sat motionless in the front row, grabbing the monk who came forward to talk to him.
In a short period of time, Qin Sang had already inspected the hall several times. When she looked back, she saw that the master's projection had indeed disappeared.
Ji Xuan suddenly heard her voice, which must have been transmitted through a secret.
Qin Sang: "Junior Sister Jiang, can you help me check if the palace door can still be opened?"
Ji Xuan looked up and saw that the Qingmulg Peak monk standing on the edge of the front row had also received her message and was approaching the side door.
The disciples in the Qi refining stage were seated closest to the palace gate, and most of them were invited by Qin Sang's eleven husbands. She personally invited only three of them, Jiang Nian.
Ji Xuan whispered to An Jingbai and got up to check.
An Jingbai frowned and followed subconsciously.
As soon as she stood up, An Jia also raised her feet and followed her step by step.
Ji Xuan tried at the door, but he couldn't push it open. They used their spiritual power to no avail.
