Yet in his heart, he was already eagerly anticipating the feedback Mo Li would provide after absorbing the Creation Pill.
Mo Li accepted the Creation Pill in silence, then bit her lip forcefully until fresh blood spilled out, staining her vermilion lips.
Only pain could bring her the truest sense of feeling.
She then turned to Su Bei with a bright smile, her delicate face suddenly blooming like radiant snow, "Mo Li thanks Master!"
The chaotic celebration of Xi Qingyi's eight-hundredth birthday banquet had finally come to an end.
Everyone exchanged glances. It felt less like Xi Qingyi's birthday banquet and more like Su Bei's personal showcase.
From Su Bei's lotus swordplay, to Mo Li becoming his disciple, then to Su Bei granting the pill...
Throughout all these events, the elders of the various Sects suddenly realized that Su Bei was truly a person of high virtue and prestige, with a broad heart, yet someone who kept a low profile!
Whether it was displaying sword skills for his disciple or giving Mo Li a Creation Pill, each action was enough to display Su Bei's noble personal charisma.
Under the arrangements of Seventh Elder Yu Xie, disciples from the major Sects were orderly accommodated on a mountain peak in the Sword Sect dedicated to hosting guests. Of course, Luo Ritian was handled differently. After being stuffed with a Qi Blood Pill and tied up, he was taken away. Wuhua Palace was notified to come and claim him.
Discussions were heard all along the way:
"Ah! I also want to be a direct disciple of Elder Su! BOO HOO HOO! That most beautiful lotus swordplay was so romantic."
"A First Grass Creation Pill, oh! I never expected that the Sword Sect would have a First Grade Alchemist!"
"Elder Su, he's truly... I'm so moved I could cry!"
"I'm different. I'm already a Su Bei fan..."
Moonlight shimmered like water, and gentle breezes blew softly.
Empress Lin Jinyu sat alone in a pavilion specially arranged for her. She pushed open the window, quietly watching as snow fluttered and orange lamplight spilled onto it. The tranquil moonlight spread softly, casting its gentle illumination on every corner of the Sword Sect.
From somewhere came the sounds of zither and lute. This prompted Lin Jinyu to gently close her eyes, her slender fingers rhythmically tapping on the Phoebe zhennan small table before the window.
Two lanterns hung from the eaves of the pavilion, brightly illuminating the area outside. The pavilion itself was located next to the Sword Sect's Cold Pool, where by the water's edge, the moonlight was strikingly clear.
With her mind replaying the day's sights and experiences, her dark eyebrows slightly furrowed. She stretched out her slender fingers to lightly massage her temples and sighed.
The Sword Sect has produced a First Grade Alchemist; I wonder whether this is good or bad.
Such magnanimity shown by Su Bei—if it's all an act, then I fear his purposeful approach towards the Emperor has ulterior motives...
The brazier in the pavilion burned fiercely, heating the room significantly. Before long, Lin Jinyu felt sweat forming on her skin beneath her light gauze clothes.
Feeling sticky and mildly uncomfortable in her red palace attire embroidered with phoenixes, Lin Jinyu's beautiful eyes gazed out at the sparkling surface of the Cold Pool. She bit her lip lightly. Then, she quietly slipped off her embroidered shoes and tossed her sheer stockings aside, revealing her snow-white feet, crystal-clear toes, and high arches...
She then floated effortlessly to the edge of the Cold Pool, removed her cumbersome palace attire, and immersed her snow-white, slender legs in the icy, clear waters of the Cold Pool.
The instant, satisfying chill made the Empress sigh deeply, her delicate feet swaying and kicking at the cold spring water, enjoying the evening breeze. For some reason, an idea suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Under the moonlight, a graceful silhouette wavered.
Vaguely visible was a red phoenix-embroidered palace dress, a white silk undergarment, a seashell-red brocade skirt with golden detailing, a red phoenix-embroidered bodice, and drawers...
A sound of entering the water echoed.
Moonlight gleamed, sending a spray of water droplets into the air.
On No-Sword Peak, Mo Zhan's lips curled into a smile as he stroked his beard, extremely content as he descended the mountain.
He couldn't help but silently exclaim that having his daughter become a disciple of Elder Su was the greatest decision of his life!
That was a First Grass Creation Pill, after all, and he had seen clearly that Su Bei hadn't even blinked an eye when giving it away.
He could rest assured now!
His daughter was set to soar...
In the thatched cottage, Mo Li blinked, looking at Su Bei. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an otherworldly air as he spoke gravely,
"Since you've taken me as your master, today I shall teach you the principles of immortal cultivation. First and foremost, cultivating immortality is an extremely tedious and dull affair. The most important thing is to stay alive...
"You must be steadfast, sincere, diligent, and obedient in your cultivation, understand?
"Learn from your senior sister, and cultivate with all your might!"
Mo Li listened to Su Bei's rambling, nodding in agreement as her eyes glanced towards Xiao Ruoching, who sat expressionlessly to one side.
After what seemed like an eternity, Su Bei, still not quite finished, licked his somewhat dry lips and asked,
"Have my disciples committed my words to memory?"
Seeing their obedient expressions, both nodding, Su Bei also nodded, very pleased, and said,
"Then you two get to know each other a bit. Tonight, sleep here in the thatched cottage, while your master sleeps in the pigsty...
"Encourage each other and deepen the sisterly bond. As fellow sect members, rapport is most important!
"Both of you seem to know the bounds of propriety. Your master is at ease about you!"