Chapter 291 Have you really thought about it?
Chapter 291 Have you really thought about it?
How to say it, because the man was covered in black, he looked like a shadow, and with the black coffin beside him, the picture was weird and scary.
But when everyone turned around, Li Qingqing was shocked again.
This man looked like a very young boy, with black hair like ink. His face was frighteningly pale, probably because he had not seen the sun for many years, but his facial features were unexpectedly strange and handsome.
Maybe because he came out of the coffin, he was very happy and the smile on his face was very big.
But maybe it was because he had never smiled before, and that smile was so cold that it felt like he had crawled out of the underworld.
Li Qingqing took a look at the serial number of the black coffin, it was indeed 044.
The red-robed man glanced at Li Qingqing's expression and curled his lip slightly. "You can take him away. But if he wants to stay in the Realm Inn to avoid the Soul Devouring Storm, he will still be charged."
"I knew I had good taste!" The young man jumped out of the black coffin and walked towards Li Qingqing.
Maybe it was because he had been in the coffin for too long, but the aura around him was too cold. When he approached, Li Qingqing felt that the temperature around her had dropped by several degrees.
"You..." Li Qingqing was about to speak when she found a line of words suddenly appeared above the boy's head.
Mo Xingzhi: male.
Spiritual root attribute: Dark spiritual root
Cultivation: Spiritual Transformation Level 1
Talent value: 99
Favorability: 50 (meets the criteria for becoming a disciple)
Li Qingqing was shocked when she saw these words.
Is he the disciple she wants to accept when she goes to Hualing Holy Sea?
Is this Mo Xingzhi?
She looked him up and down again in disbelief.
His bone age is only eighteen!
But, he had told her before that he had been in the soul-raising coffin in the Jieyu Inn for eighteen years?
He can't have lived here since he was born, right?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask, "You don't look very old, how come you have lived in a coffin for so long?"
Mo Xingzhi remained silent, but the red-robed man, after looking at him, took the rare step of explaining something for him.
"His name is Mo Xingzhi. After his mother arrived at the Boundary Sea, she unexpectedly became pregnant. She was forced to stay at the Boundary Inn. After giving birth to him, she raised him in a spirit-raising coffin and passed away. Although he was a tiny baby, he couldn't walk, so he was named Xingzhi."
When Li Qingqing heard this, she couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Mo Xingzhi.
What a poor child!
Mo Xingzhi didn't think so. "You don't have to sympathize with me. The Yangling Coffin is a good place. Although I can't come out, it's so easy to practice! I can reach the first level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm just by lying down."
Li Qingqing: “…”
Having said that, how many people want to spend their whole lives lying down like this?
"Mo Xingzhi, now that you have emerged from the seal of the Soul-Nourishing Coffin, you should know what you will face next, right?" The red-robed man looked at him seriously.
Mo Xingzhi nodded, "I will escort this young lady to Jiujie Bay. Life or death is my choice."
"It's good that you know it." The man in red robe saw that he had made up his mind and said no more.
Li Qingqing was silent for a moment, then shook her head, "No, I don't need you to escort me to Jiujie Bay."
Mo Xingzhi was stunned when he heard this. "Do you despise me? Do you think my strength at the first level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is too weak? Let me tell you, don't underestimate me just because I'm only at the first level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. I may know more than you do."
Li Qingqing waved her hand, "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, how about you becoming my disciple? I've accepted eight disciples in total, but I'm thinking, nine is the best, so I might still be short of one more disciple."
Mo Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment that he had misheard.
Even the red-robed man beside him looked surprised.
Who would come to the Realm Sea to recruit disciples?
Wouldn’t having more apprentices mean more burdens?
He always thought that Mo Xingzhi would eventually become this girl's servant.
After all, it was a help to her that someone who knew a lot about the Realm Sea and even had some understanding of the Hualing Holy Sea became her servant.
Otherwise, who would spend 100,000 spiritual energy points to help others pay off their debts after eating and having nothing to do?
"Why? You don't want to? It would be great to be my disciple! As my disciple, you are free, and I will provide you with as many training resources as possible. I also don't need you to take risks to accompany me to Jiujie Bay or Hualing Holy Sea."
Li Qingqing felt that based on Mo Xingzhi's favorability towards her, he should agree.
It took Mo Xingzhi a long time to react, "Are you serious? You really want to take me as your apprentice?"
Li Qingqing nodded. "Yes! I might as well tell you directly, I am from the Jiuling Sect in Hualing Jiuzhou. I am the master of Lingqin Peak of the Jiuling Sect, and I only have eight disciples. I feel that you and I are destined to be together, and becoming master and disciple is the best. I don't need any slaves or servants. Are you willing to be my disciple?"
When the red-robed man heard Li Qingqing's words, he suddenly looked at Mo Xingzhi with some envy.
This guy is really lucky.
I thought he decided to break the seal and leave the Soul-Raising Coffin on his own because he was too impatient and made a wrong move.
Unexpectedly, this stroke of genius allowed him to become a formal disciple of a sect.
You know, even if Mo Xingzhi's strength has reached the twelfth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, if he goes to the Hualing Holy Sea, he will be like duckweed, rootless.
But it’s different if you become a formal disciple of the sect. Once you arrive at the Hualing Holy Sea, you will be a person with real roots and status.
"You... have you really thought about it?" Mo Xingzhi was still a little surprised by Li Qingqing's words.
Li Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly. "This is what I suggested. What else do I need to consider? What? Do you think that since I appear to be at the Ninth Realm of Spiritual Transformation, I'm not worthy of being your master?"
Mo Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, "No, no! No. I know you are not at the ninth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm."
Having said that, he quickly shut his mouth.
He could see that the master of Lingqin Peak, who was only slightly older than him, had actually reached the twelfth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
In these eighteen years, she was the youngest person in the Spirit Transformation Realm that he had ever seen.
Seeing that Li Qingqing really wanted to take him as her disciple, he immediately took off an ink-colored bead from his neck and handed it to her.
"I am willing to be your disciple. This is the Dark Spirit Pearl that I nurtured. I give it to Master as my entry-level gift!"
Li Qingqing was stunned for a moment. She accepted a disciple and actually received a gift from the disciple?
The moment she took the gift, she heard the familiar system sound.
[Congratulations to the host for successfully recruiting a disciple! The mission reward has been distributed.]
When Li Qingqing was about to run out to level up, she found that there was a mysterious force in the Realm Inn that suppressed her current upgrade and breakthrough.
She breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out the dual-space storage ring that the system had just rewarded her with and handed it to Mo Xingzhi.
"This is the gift from your master for your initiation. I will tell you about Lingqin Peak later. Please wait for me here for a moment."
As she spoke, she stuffed another ten colorful spirit stones into his pocket and said, "Get yourself a card and save some spiritual energy."
Seeing Mo Xingzhi accept the things blankly, she turned around and left the Jieyu Inn.
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