The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

This old beggar-like man had no discernible aura about him.

However, no one would doubt that he was an extraordinary expert.

It was common for ordinary cultivators to wield swords, knives, and spears but it was rare to see someone wielding a massive wine gourd.

In the cultivation world, there was a saying that the more bizarre one’s weapon, the faster one would die.

Moreover, just now, the Spirit Awakening Tower had collapsed, and Chen Jinshi had been sent flying out without any resistance. The person guarding Ning Yao was clearly this old man.

The entire square fell silent in an instant.

Even the distant black-clothed men and the remaining Huayang Sect disciples stopped fighting, as if they had reached a tacit understanding.

Many people couldn’t fathom the old man’s background.

But at this moment, Su Jingzhen’s heart was filled with tension.

He had originally thought that the person responsible for all this was Shuang Jiang, but it turned out to be an unfamiliar old man.

His gaze instinctively turned towards Shuang Jiang’s direction.

He saw that Shuang Jiang’s face was calm, as if she didn’t have any reaction.

Su Jingzhen’s heart was filled with doubt again, unable to understand what Shuang Jiang was thinking.

However, since Shuang Jiang was his senior, and his senior was calm, he also remained calm.

He silently watched as the situation unfolded.

He still had unwavering faith in Shuang Jiang.

As everyone cautiously watched the old man sitting on the wine gourd, Ning Yao slowly regained consciousness in the ruins of the Spirit Awakening Tower.

Her expression was equally tense, staring at the old man in the air.

Just as Ning Yao was about to speak, the old man asked with a smile, “Little girl, are you willing to take me as your master?”

Upon hearing this, Ning Yao was still in a daze, but the surrounding crowd was shocked.

The old man’s question was clearly a sign that he had seen Ning Yao’s extraordinary talent.

However, this was also understandable.

After all, on the vast land of Qingzhou, it was rare to see a single-attribute earth spiritual root like this.

Even the people present couldn’t tell whether Ning Yao’s spiritual roots were earth-grade or heaven-grade.

This was truly terrifying, and which strong cultivator wouldn’t be tempted?

Cultivators who had reached a certain level always wanted to pass on their legacy.

Every talented seedling was like a priceless treasure to these powerful cultivators.

When the old man spoke, Cao Qing, the vice sect leader of the Huayang Sect, didn’t even dare to breathe.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he could faintly sense the old man’s terror.

When the old man’s aura was invisible, they couldn’t detect even a hint of it, which implied what?

It implied that the old man was at least a Golden Core late-stage cultivator, or even a Nascent Soul elder.

Foundation Establishment cultivators might be able to dominate the lower-level cultivators in a small place like Linjiang City.

But in front of a Nascent Soul elder, they were nothing but ants that could be crushed with a finger.

If the old man was indeed a Nascent Soul elder, and he wanted to take Ning Yao as his disciple, Cao Qing wouldn’t dare to stop him, and would even try to minimize his own presence.

However, what surprised everyone was that Ning Yao suddenly shook her head.

“I apologize, senior, but I already have a teacher.”

As soon as she spoke, everyone present was shocked once again.

“This old man, even if he’s a Nascent Soul cultivator, he’s at least a powerful Golden Core cultivator. This little girl is truly fearless, daring to refuse someone like him!”

“Interesting, this girl’s courage is as exceptional as her spiritual roots.”

“But who is her teacher? Could it be that Su Jingzhen who’s only at the Qi Refining stage?”

“Qi Refining stage? Are you blind? Didn’t you see Chen Jinshi, who’s been crushed on the ground?”

“……”

Su Jingzhen ignored the discussions around him, feeling a mix of relief and tension. He didn’t know what kind of cultivator the old man on the wine gourd was, but with Shuang Jiang by his side, he still felt relatively calm.

As expected, when Ning Yao spoke, the old man’s eyebrows twitched, and his smile seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, he laughed and said, “No worries, no worries. Who is your teacher? I’ll just take their head, and you won’t have a teacher anymore, right?”

As soon as he said this, Su Jingzhen felt his heart racing. This old man was really playing with fire.

In the cultivation world, there was no rule that said you could only have one teacher. And what’s with this “teacher” business? Even if it was true, it wouldn’t stop Ning Yao from finding more teachers.

When Ning Yao heard the old man’s words, her face turned pale. At first, she had instinctively wanted to go to Su Jingzhen’s side, but now she didn’t dare to.

She was afraid that the old man would really kill Su Jingzhen.

The little girl’s heart was in turmoil.

“Hehe, how about it, little girl? Do you still have a teacher?”

Ning Yao pursed her lips, but her expression was a mix of stubbornness and fear.

“Why must you make things difficult for a little girl, Senior Jiuchi? With your cultivation and reputation, the talented disciples from the great sects in Qingzhou would be lining up to become your disciples.”

“Why bother coming to this remote place to find a little girl who doesn’t know anything?”

The atmosphere on the square became increasingly eerie and oppressive.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone’s gaze followed the sound, and they were shocked to see that it was Luo Yuebai, the handsome and elegant man with a folding fan.

As he spoke, he walked towards Ning Yao.

And before the old man in the sky could respond, Feng Qingya, who had regained her composure, also walked towards them.

“Yes, Senior Jiuchi, your reputation is well-known. Who doesn’t know about you? Causing trouble for a little girl like this doesn’t seem too good, does it?”

Luo Yuebai and Feng Qingya stopped about ten meters away from Ning Yao.

This distance was a sign of respect from the two of them to the old man.

The old man, known as Senior Jiuchi, narrowed his eyes.

He first looked at Feng Qingya, whose beauty was captivating, and then his gaze fell on the white-haired old man standing behind her.

He smiled again: “Treasure Gathering Pavilion. Hehe, Treasure Gathering Pavilion should focus on their business instead of meddling in my affairs.”

His tone was slightly disdainful.

It was no surprise that the people from Treasure Gathering Pavilion recognized him.

However, it seemed that Senior Jiuchi didn’t intend to give them a face.

When Feng Qingya heard this, her expression changed slightly.

She had seen a faint green light flash before the Spirit Awakening Tower collapsed.

If it was indeed a heavenly spiritual root, Treasure Gathering Pavilion would have to try to obtain it.

After a moment of contemplation, Feng Qingya’s blue gemstone ring flashed.

She suddenly pulled out a dark, ancient-looking token from her hand.

On it was engraved a character that resembled a wind symbol.

“If I, as the representative of this token, ask you to step aside, will you, Senior?”