She is Jianxiu

Chapter 1222: Ji Family Brothers and Sisters

Liang Shao waited in the gate for a month, but saw no response from Yingdu Peak. He knew immediately that Ji Yancai was in danger and was likely defeated by the externalized cultivator of Zhu Xuan Sect. While he was surprised, he did not forget to tell Liang Yanfang about it and said solemnly, "I didn't expect that man to have some skills. Taoist Ji has not returned to the cave yet."

Liang Yanfang lowered his head and sighed, but he was not surprised at all. He said to his daughter earnestly, "Since you have sent people, you should have known what was going on. I don't think Wenwangshan is going to stop this time. You should inform your disciples not to cause trouble outside, so as not to be used as a pretext by others."

Liang Shao did not dare to doubt it and quickly agreed to it. Then he returned to the cave with a confused mind and passed on what Liang Yanfang had said.

Several months later, a floating figure returned to the Yingdu Peak. It was Ji Yancai, who had specially moved his clone back after losing his original body. At this moment, he stared at the palace on the top of the mountain, but felt anxious, fearing that the man from Zhu Xuan’s faction would come to kill him again, so he simply abandoned the disciples in the temple, found a direction and flew away.

Wenwang Mountain, with its thirteen peaks of Jiuru, is where the inner disciples of this sect live. The first three consecutive peaks are where only true disciples can open up caves, so most people walking among them have arrogant expressions. Even the followers of true disciples consider themselves to be much more respected than others.

Also, the founder of this sect was born in the secular world and was once the king of Xuan State. Later, he received a Taoist book from an alien and since then he sought immortality. He came to Beiyun to establish his sect. After ascending to Beiyun in broad daylight, he was revered as King Xuanwen by his descendants, and thus the mountain was named Wenwang Mountain to show that he came from the secular world and was eventually able to embark on the path to immortality.

The surname of the king of Xuan State is Ji, and the disciples with the surname Ji in the sect have always regarded themselves as the descendants of the ancestor. They have formed their own power in Wenwang Mountain, and their status is particularly transcendent. Just look at the fact that three of the five externalized masters in the sect are of the surname Ji, which shows how confident the disciples of this clan are.

On a hillside of the Thirteen Peaks, there is light mist and endless green. A small building with high eaves stands in the middle. Outside is a jade bridge and a clear pool, as well as strange rocks and rockery. On both sides, golden willows sway gracefully with dancing branches. Behind the building, there is a forest of green bamboos, which rustle in the wind. It is quiet and beautiful, and not out of the ordinary.

On the small building, a beautiful woman was sitting by the railing. Her face was like a silver plate, her hair was like piled clouds, her eyebrows and eyes were like flowing spring water, and her skin could be compared to white jade.

Beside her, a girl wearing a goose-yellow half-sleeve and holding a feather fan came a little closer and said softly, "Your Highness, you said you didn't want to be bothered by Mr. Qi, so the Third Prince helped you get rid of him. Why are you not very happy?"

Ji Mingzhu propped himself up, shook his head and sighed, "In fact, Qi Pan has never been rude to me, and I just don't want to associate with him. I didn't expect that after I mentioned it to my brother a while ago, he actually... he actually sent someone to beat Qi Pan to death. I didn't want to make such a big scene, but I didn't expect it would involve human lives."

  When the maid heard this, she turned pale with fright, thinking back to how Qi Pan had sent a letter not long ago, inviting her prince to go out for a trip, but she didn't expect that this man would be gone just a few days later!

But as a servant, how could she say anything bad about her master? She calmed down and whispered, "Third Prince did this for you. It is said that those who practice Taoism must be ruthless to succeed. Maybe Third Prince had to do this. After all, you two are brothers and sisters, relatives connected by blood. Why do you have a grudge against Qi Pan, an outsider?"

Ji Mingzhu turned her head away, her expression conflicted. Then she heard someone outside the door report that Ji Hongyuan had arrived. She hurriedly got up and went back into the house. Before she sat down, a tall figure strode in like a dragon or a tiger.

This man had a handsome face, slender limbs, a purple gold crown on his head, and a dragon robe on his body. He looked arrogant and frivolous. Ji Hongyuan held a wooden box in his arms and walked to his sister with big strides. He put the box on the table, opened the lid and said with a smile: "Azhu, come and see, these are all the pearls of various colors that I have found recently. Do you like them?"

There were countless treasures in the box. Almost the moment the lid was opened, the jewels and precious stones shone out from inside, making people reluctant to look away.

These pearls were all produced in Beiyunzhou. Each one was the size of a thumb, and the colors ranged from jet black to light pink. They were definitely not produced by ordinary clams, and could only be bred by quite rare spiritual clams, which took dozens or even hundreds of years to carve out a bucket of them.

Ji Mingzhu smiled gently, but her eyes did not linger on the things in the box. Instead, she looked at her brother and said, "How can I not like what you gave me? I see that you are in a very good mood recently. Did you encounter any happy events?"

Ji Hongyuan raised his hand slightly and told the maid to take the wooden box down. Then he said to his sister happily, "Azhu really understands me. The other day, a True Infant cultivator came to my school. He is quite knowledgeable. This morning, he came to visit me and presented me with a superior magic weapon. After I got it, I took it to my teacher. Unexpectedly, even my teacher said that this magic weapon is very good. Unfortunately, I can't drive such a magic weapon with my cultivation level. So I simply presented it to my teacher and received a generous reward from her.

"Now my teacher has promised me that when I break through to the Xuan realm, she will accept me as her personal disciple and grant me the status of a true disciple. This is a happy event!"

"So that's how it is," Ji Mingzhu nodded with a smile, and then said, "Then brother, you can't treat this monk who presented the treasure badly."

Ji Hongyuan agreed with this and nodded solemnly, saying, "Of course, there are many inner disciples, and I have never heard of anyone recruiting a True Infant cultivator. Although Master Yang may have come to me because of his mentor, it would be much more convenient for me to have a True Infant cultivator to help him.

"In a few days, I will host a banquet for them and treat them with courtesy. Ah Zhu, don't forget to come."

Ji Mingzhu responded with a smile, and then heard a report from outside the door. It was a handsome attendant who came in, holding a bowl of black medicine and said, "Your Highness, it's time to take the medicine."

Ji Hongyuan didn't think twice and immediately picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all. At the end, he put the bowl down and said, "Okay, go down. Remember to boil the rest as well. I'll go ask my mentor for some more after it's all used up."

After swallowing the medicine, Ji Hongyuan felt his whole body was boiling hot, and a wave of irritability rushed to his heart. He slammed the table and stood up, frowning and said, "I have taken the medicine and need to go downstairs to regulate my breathing. Ah Zhu, you should rest first. When I improve my cultivation, I will find the best elixir for you, so that my brother and I can live forever together."