If there is anyone in Xiliang City who is the most mysterious, it is the Imperial Master.
In Donglin Kingdom, the Imperial Preceptor adopted the abdication system. This newly appointed Imperial Preceptor showed up once in Xiliang City six years ago, and there was no news for six full years.
It is said that even the emperors in Donglin only met him once!
Now, he appears again?
Everyone's eyes widened and they looked curiously at the box on the second floor.
They also wanted to see the immortal face after hearing that Master Guoshi was a man of heavenly appearance and magnificent.
However, Fu San stood in front of the door, blocking the splendor of the room.
Ye Qingran's heart trembled.
Ever since the burglary failed and he slept with the Imperial Master in a daze, Ye Qingran had been in a state of confusion all day long. Whenever he mentioned the word Imperial Master, his hair stood on end, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
Just afraid that he would recognize me!
However, before Ye Qingran could respond, another voice came.
"My prince said that there is still room in the box. If Miss Ye doesn't mind, you are welcome to come in and have a cup of tea."
Everyone was stunned.
That box belongs to the Ninth Prince!
The Ninth Prince actually extended an olive branch like Ye Qingran?
A series of gazes were directed at Ye Qingran.
They just couldn't figure it out. How could a waste with no spiritual roots win the favor of the two most mysterious people in Xiliang City?
Ye Qingran was quite surprised.
On one side is the Imperial Master, on the other side are the Nine Kings. It seems that it is not good for her to refuse anyone.
She patrolled around, and then walked towards the Xuanyuan Sword Sect where Ye Li was under the gaze of everyone.
"Is there anyone here?"
Ye Li was startled. He originally planned to invite Ye Qingran over. However, seeing that both the Imperial Master and the Ninth Prince invited her, he gave up the idea. He thought Ye Qingran would choose one of the two. Unexpectedly
She chose him.
"No, please sit down."
"Thank you very much." Ye Qingran thanked him, and then clasped his fists towards the two boxes upstairs, "Thank you so much for the invitation from the Imperial Master and the Ninth Prince. Since there are extra seats down there, I won't disturb the Imperial Master.
And the Ninth Prince."
Soon, the Qingyun Festival began.
The Xuan Masters who passed the examination of Wuji Hall at the beginning of this year stepped onto the high platform in the center and stood in a row. Mu Yuanzheng, the deacon of Wuji Hall, put on the medals symbolizing Xuan Masters one by one.
The medal is a bronze medal the size of an egg, with obscure inscriptions engraved around it and a knife and a sword crossed to form an "X" in the middle.
This is a medal that symbolizes the identity of a mysterious master. It is common across the entire continent. With this medal, you are a cultivator in the true sense, and it is also a pass to travel to all major areas of the continent.
Crowned with glory and infinite splendor.
On the high platform, dozens of people looked excited and proud.
From then on, the sky was high enough for birds to fly, and the sea was wide enough for fish to leap.
Their future is bright.
Ye Qingran's eyes fell on these people, thinking about other things, his eyes were deep, but this scene had another meaning in the eyes of others.
Zhao Yan from Guanglu Mansion happened to be present. Seeing Ye Qingran's eyes, she couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Ye Qingran, no matter how envious you are, it's useless, because you don't even have spiritual roots."
You are a waste, you will never be on the Dao Ranking, and you will never be able to get the Xuanshi Medal!"
She hated Ye Qingran deeply because of Zhao Hao's incident, so she tried her best to ridicule him at the Qingyun gathering.
Naturally, Ye Sisi would not miss this opportunity.
"Sister, you don't have spiritual roots, so you can't enter the Dao Ranking and get the medal representing the Xuan Master. However, it doesn't matter. When I enter the Dao Ranking and get the Xuan Master Medal next year, I will definitely share it with you."
Many people were pointing around, mocking or sympathizing with Ye Qingran.
If your talent is not good, through hard work, you may be able to enter the Taoist rankings and get medals.
But if there is no spiritual root, even hard work is in vain. Ye Qingran is really pitiful. I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the Taoist rankings in this life, and can only live in the mud and depend on others.
In the private room on the second floor, Fu San listened to everyone's introduction and couldn't help but feel sorry for Ye Qingran.
"Your Majesty, Miss Ye is so pitiful! How about we help her think of a solution?"
Fu Hanxiu looked at Fu San with some words, wondering if there were too few tasks assigned to him recently. Otherwise, why would he have so much time to meddle in other people's business?
But he saw Ye Qingran slowly getting up downstairs, his bright red lips forming a slight arc.
"I don't have spiritual roots now, so what? Today next year, my name, Ye Qingran, will definitely be on the Taoist list!"
Before everyone could react, she heard her arrogant words: "However, what I, Ye Qingran, want is never to be famous on the Taoist list, but to soar to the ninth level, like the Human Emperor Wuji, to suppress an era!"
She seemed to be frightened by her shocking remarks, and for a moment, needles could be heard in Wuji Hall.
After a moment, someone sneered: "You don't even have spiritual roots, and you still want to become someone like the Emperor Wuji? Isn't this just a fool's errand?"
Everyone agreed, feeling that Ye Qingran was so ambitious.
You have to be restrained when speaking big words. If you just get on the Dao Ranking, they will reluctantly believe it. But if you become a being like Human Emperor Wuji, even those peerless geniuses today don't dare to think about it.
After the ceremony, there will be a banquet, during which people will compete in martial arts and exchange experiences.
Ye Qingran was not very interested in this.
Then, he got up and left.
A crisp voice came from Lang Lang, and it was loud and clear: "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? If you don't believe it, just wait and see."