Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Hearing this, Ling Tian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Cang Yan, his eyes seemed to say: You can't blame me for this!

"What spiritual beast?" Cang Yan also just found out about this and immediately turned around to ask Wen Jin.

Wen Jin took out an egg from the pet space.

"..."

"..."

Cang Yan and Ling Tian were both silent: It turned out to be a dragon egg!

Ling Tian looked at Cang Yan with certainty: You are indeed the lucky one that you picked! He was able to find a dragon egg that would never exist in the lower realm of immortal cultivation!

Cang Yan hesitated and didn't know how to start. Seeing this, Wen Jin directly pulled Ji Yunmiao, who had been silent beside him.

"My apprentice is also very capable!" she praised without reservation.

"I have cultivated my four spiritual roots together and have been a disciple of Penglai for only over ten years. Now I am already -"

As she spoke, she glanced at Ji Yunmiao.

"The early stage of transformation." Ji Yunmiao did not hide anything anymore and responded to Wen Jin's words calmly.

Wen Jin retracted his gaze and nodded: "Yes, now he is already in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation. This cultivation speed is something that even I cannot match!"

Hearing this, Ling Tian looked at Cang Yan.

Cang Yan nodded to Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao, and shot Ling Tian in the arm again: "What are you looking at me for? Did you hear me?"

Ling Tian felt so wronged. He had been hated and misunderstood by his comrades who fought side by side with him for more than a million years because he helped his master keep a secret. Now, after finally reuniting and clearing up the misunderstanding, he had to recognize a cultivator in his twenties as his master. He was an ancient dragon that had been seriously injured and whose cultivation had declined greatly, but was still in the final stage of fusion!!!

He blinked and tried to squeeze out two more tears.

"Don't pretend. You just think that my cultivation is too low. I'll give you fifty years. Can you cultivate to the Spiritual Transformation Stage?"

Cang Yan crossed his arms over his chest and wiped back Ling Tian's tears.

"..." Ling Tian stammered twice, feeling guilty.

He could only turn his head to look at Ji Yunmiao and Wen Jin: "Will you two always be together?"

Ji Yunmiao pursed her lips and looked at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin held Ji Yunmiao's uneasy hand under the table and said firmly to Ling Tian: "Yes."

"From cradle to grave, we will not be apart. Neither will you and your companions."

Her palms were slightly warm, and Ji Yunmiao's palms were slightly sweaty.

"That's fine."

Ling Tian nodded, cut his palm, and muttered something.

As he recited the words, drops of blood from his palms gradually rose up, forming a strange and intricate pattern in the air.

Wen Jin and Ji Yunmiao stared at the pattern and felt a pang in their hearts.

"to make!"

The last word came out of Ling Tian's mouth. He transformed into his original form and breathed lightly at the pattern. The blood beads that made up the pattern immediately dispersed into blood mist and entered Ji Yunmiao's body in the blink of an eye.

"How is it?" Wen Jin asked.

Ji Yunmiao nodded and signed his name with blood on the contract that appeared in his consciousness.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ling Tian, ​​with a rare touch in his eyes: "Thank you for your trust."

After saying that, he quickly glanced at Wen Jin and quickly looked away.

Ling Tian waved his hand and turned into a golden light and entered Ji Yunmiao's pet space: "Now you can bring me out of the seal directly, I should thank you."

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Cang Yan nodded to Wen Jin, turned into golden light and entered the spear, returning to Wen Jin's consciousness along with the spear.

Wen Jin looked down at the big turtle lying at his feet, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to leave with us?"

……

Three months was too long for Song Guanqing.

On the one hand, he had to deal with the indirect attacks from the people of Wudang Mountain, and on the other hand, he could not contact his junior sister no matter what.

If it weren't for the fact that his junior sister's soul lamp was still bright and getting brighter, he would have abandoned this mess and gone down to look for someone himself.

That evening, several of his fellow disciples were having dinner with Gu Zhao from Wudang Mountain.

Although everyone here has already practiced fasting, the Penglai Immortal Sect will never give up the opportunity to taste delicious food just because they can fast.

Murong Lin of the Blood Fang Beast Hall had left two months ago, saying that he had been absent from the hall for too long and was afraid that something bad would happen, so he went back first. The people of Wudang Fairy Mountain became the kind-hearted ones, and took the initiative to help Murong Lin subdue the monsters and send them to the Blood Fang Beast Hall.

Song Guanqing and the others knew Gu Zhaoan's intentions very well, but Murong Lin was very grateful and left behind some beast taming techniques.

Song Guanqing and others saw it, but they didn't dare to warn them.

"It's okay, it's not some secret method, it's a beast taming technique that ordinary disciples will learn after their cultivation reaches a high level."

Xu Yuan explained.

At this moment, Song Guanqing and others were practicing Tai Chi with Gu Zhao while eating.

Gu Zhao was very upset. He had gone into the water every day for three months to search for traces of the artifact, but he found nothing every time. Apart from the corpses strewn all over the sea floor, he could not see anything else. He had never even felt the breath of the artifact! If the Lord had not personally confirmed the arrival of the artifact, he would have doubted the authenticity of the news.

Tomorrow is the day when the master comes out of seclusion, and he will go back to report.

He had gained nothing from this trip and was just a laborer for others! He was racking his brains to get some useful information.

But unexpectedly, a strong wind blew up on the sea, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky. After a burst of thunder, the sea breeze mixed with heavy rain came in an instant!

Gu Zhao was delighted: Could it be that the divine weapon came into the world today?

He put down his chopsticks and quickly got out of the cabin!

Song Guanqing, Meng Chengyu and Xu Yuan looked at each other, and sensed that there was no change in the little junior sister's soul lamp. Their hearts immediately calmed down, and they went to the deck with Gu Zhao.

The vortex not far away was getting bigger and bigger with the wind and rain!

The chirping bird on Xu Yuan's shoulder received the order and immediately took off with the wind and flew towards the whirlpool.

"Get ready to evacuate to the periphery."

Song Guanqing's voice mixed with spiritual power spread to every corner of the Baihuan Boat.

The disciples came out of the cabin, swords drawn in their hands, ready to fight at any time.

Gu Zhao looked back at the Penglai disciples who were commanding and dispatching in an orderly manner, his eyes filled with cruelty and jealousy.

Not long after, Jiujiu came back and shook her head at Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan was delighted after hearing this, and quickly sent a message to Song Guanqing and Meng Chengyu: It's Junior Sister and Ji Yunmiao! They are suppressing the beast tide! There are two other people, but their figures are not clear!

Gu Zhao was extremely anxious and almost jumped into the water to check. He had no idea what the damn bird had said to Xu Yuan and the others. They were really able to keep their composure!

Just when he was thinking about whether to jump down, the rainstorm suddenly stopped! The dark clouds that had been pressing on the sky for several months also dispersed!

The sun's rays leaked through the clouds and spread onto the sparkling sea. The ever-expanding whirlpool actually stopped just a few meters away from the Hundred Fantasy Boat's hull, and its rotation speed gradually slowed down - slower and slower - until it merged with the waves.

A white figure and a black figure emerged from the sea.

"Little junior sister!"

Meng Chengyu waved to Wen Jin from afar.

The wind and waves subsided, the sky was bright and sunny, the disciples put away their swords, and smiles appeared on their stern faces: "It's Uncle Wen! Uncle Wen is so powerful!"

Everyone's face was bright, except Gu Zhao.

"Hey, is this person from Wudang Mountain?"