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Murong Yan lifted his hand and removed the restrictive spell. Ruan Jiang walked in from outside like a weak willow tree that was being blown by the wind.

"Junior Yan, you're finally awake?" Ruan Bei was overjoyed to see Yan Qingyang sitting there.

"Ever since you were severely injured and unconscious, Senior sister Ruan often came to see you!" Pingzhen said as she stepped aside to allow him to walk up to Yan Qingyang.

Ruan Bei walked up to Yan Qingyang's bed and touched his wrist. He examined her face and said, "Not bad, Junior Yan has recovered quite well. But, why do you look so unhappy?"

"Senior sister Ruan, Qingyang is still thinking about the Small Competition. She wants to go to the Secret Realm of the Rising Dragon Island. Sigh …"

"So that's how it is!" Ruan Bei smiled gently and tucked Yan Qingyang into his blanket. "I just happened to have a good news for you!"

"What good news?" "What's the matter?"

Yan Qingyang's mind was in a mess, he hadn't noticed this at all. As for Murong Yan, he was deep in thought. It was unknown just what he was thinking.

"Qingyang has defeated Li Sha, who was ranked among the top thirty outer sect disciples in the first place. Therefore, Qing Yang's combat power is enough for him to make it into the top fifty …"

"Uncle-master Yuping has sent word to give Junior Sister Qingyang a chance to enter the secret plane. As for Qingyang, it's up to you whether you want to go or not!" After all, with your cultivation base, going there would be too dangerous!

Yan Qingyang still heard it and couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly said, "I'll go, I'll go!"

Ruan Jiang smiled. "We still have three months of preparation time. Qingyang, prepare well. It's best if you go and kill those demon beasts and exercise for a bit!"

"We?" Yan Qingyang caught on to the key point and asked curiously, "Senior-apprentice Sister Ruan, didn't you always prepare to reach Foundation Establishment?"

"Yes, Junior Sister Luo Xing wants to go too. No matter how Master exhorts her, it is impossible, so I can only agree to it. But, that place is too dangerous. Master has ordered me to protect Junior Sister Luo Xing and delay Foundation Establishment!"

"He's really overestimating himself!" Without waiting for Yan Qingyang to say anything, Murong Yan snorted. "Her spirit root is so good, and under the protection of Master, she can't cultivate half a day faster than Qingyang. Qingyang is already at Qi Disciple level 6, and she's only at Qi Disciple level 5. She's still running around licking her face. Shouldn't she just stay here and cultivate?"

Ruan Jiang helplessly smiled, and after a while, he took his leave.

Yan Qingyang was overjoyed at having his wish granted. Suddenly, she frowned and thought, "Thank you, Daoist Master Yuping, for this time. I'd better go and pay my respects!"

Murong Yan saw through her thoughts and snorted. "From what I see, you should just obediently continue to recuperate. We'll talk about other things later."

Yan Qingyang could only continue recuperating. After about half a month, her injuries had finally recovered a lot. She had been depressed for quite some time. Today, when Murong Yan wasn't around, she quickly grabbed hold of her treasure.

The two of them had only walked for a short distance when they saw the female cultivators in front of them chattering and walking in a hurry. The person leading them was Lu Yan. As she walked, she spoke to the female cultivators behind them.

"Let me tell you, Young Master Jing is the most beautiful person I've ever met. He has a good temperament and is very gentle. He's much better than Murong Yan!"

The female cultivator's eyes lit up and asked: "Really? Shixiong Murong couldn't beat him? I don't believe it! "

"I'll know when I see you!" Lu Yan pursed his lips.

Young Master Jing? Better than Murong Yan? Jing Hanzhang? He came?

Yan Qingyang was startled and stopped in his tracks.

Lu Yan barely noticed Yan Qingyang as he pulled the female cultivators over. He said, "Young Master Jing is currently at the Songtai [1], and he's playing the zither. He's playing the zither quite well, and I don't even want to move after hearing that. You guys are almost here. You won't be able to make it if you're late!"

A few female cultivators passed by Yan Qingyang. She pulled him and asked, "Qingyang, shall we go take a look as well?"

Yan Qingyang stopped moving. Jing Hanzhang had finally arrived!

After she finished speaking, she pulled Yan Qingyang along with her. Yan Qingyang was completely unconscious as he followed her back to the pine tree.

There were many pine trees and stone tables and stools on the platform. The place wasn't big and it was very remote, so there weren't many people usually coming.

However, the place was bustling with activity today. A group of people surrounded the stage, but they didn't dare to get too close. They just stood there looking at the stage. There were both males and females, but most of them were female cultivators.

These female cultivators' eyes were all shining as they looked at a young man on the stage with infatuation.

The youth sat cross-legged on the stage with a zither on his knees. He was focused on playing the zither.

Just listening to the zither music was like gurgling spring water, clear and pleasant to the ears. It was like music from the heavens, causing one to be captivated by it and stop to listen attentively, not knowing when it would end.

When he looked at the youth again, his hair was slightly lowered, the color of ink, and loose at his back. A lock of hair hung down from the side of his face; no matter how you looked at it, his face was like jade, and his temperament was like an immortal.

Occasionally, he would raise his eyes to scan the crowd. With his thick eyelashes fluttering, his eyeballs would look like warm, black jade. Occasionally, he would raise his eyes to scan the crowd, his thick eyelashes flashing, and his eyeballs would look like warm black jade.

A female cultivator happened to see that glance. She immediately covered her chest and muttered, "Not good, I can't take it anymore. Madam is too beautiful. The sound of this zither is too pleasant to listen to!"

"He really is more beautiful than senior brother Murong!" "It seems that his temper is also better than Senior Apprentice Brother Murong's!" Another female cultivator said as she walked over to Lu Yan.

Yan Qingyang lifted his head to look at Jing Hanzhang and also saw him glance over at him, his heart filled with endless bitterness.

Jing Hengzhang! He's here! Hehe, he seems to be gentle and affectionate, and he is good to everyone, but in reality, he is the coldest and coldest person!

Jing Hanzhang was a direct disciple of the Palace Master of the Zither Faction. He was also the last disciple of the Palace Master. He had wood affinity spiritual roots, and his talent and perception were both astonishing. Of course, his appearance was also the best.

At the same time, he was also the nephew of Daoist Master Chi Dan. He would come to the Cloud Flower Sect once in a few years and stay in the sect for a period of time.

In his previous life, Daoist Master Chi Dan and Palace Master Zongyin felt that Yan Qingyang and Jing Hanzhang were a good match. The two of them often stuck together, so they made an engagement with each other.

If he liked her, Yan Qingyang liked her. After all, she was such a beautiful, gentle, and perfect person with such a good personality. No matter how much he played with her personality, he would always gently coax her.

Jing Hanzhang was good to everyone. It should be said that he was good to every female cultivator. At any time, he would be surrounded by a group of birds. And Jing Hanzhang had gotten used to it.

He wasn't particularly good to anyone, and he wasn't particularly bad to anyone either. He distributed his tenderness to every female cultivator he met.

However, in reality, he was the coldest and coldest person!