Chapter 30: The Myriad Sound Realist!
Chapter 30 – The Myriad Sound Realist!
What Zhao Yi didn’t expect was that after the news of his inability to break the barrier spread out, the fastest response wasn’t from the Zongrenfu, but from the Xuanzhen Guan!
Myriad Sound Realist unceremoniously squeezed Zhao Yi aside, his purple jade duster casually thrown on the desk table, and he disregarded his image as he feasted on the pastries on the table.
Miaoyin Makoto was in her twenties this year, wearing a light green-colored Taoist robe, her dark hair was tied into a simple Taoist bun with a wooden pin, and she didn’t apply half a bit of powder on her innocent and sweet pretty face.
She wasn’t Yao Qing’s kind of stunningly beautiful appearance that made people amazed at first sight, but rather the durable type, her facial features and face shape were extremely compatible, coupled with an ascetic Taoist robe, the more she looked, the more flavorful she became.
Zhao Yi looked at the Miaoyin Realist who was making a beeline for a table of pastries left and right, and couldn’t help but be speechless for a while.
“Doesn’t Xuan Zhen Guan have any food, why are you acting like a starving ghost?”
Miaoyin Makoto took a sip of wine and smoothed down the cinnamon cake that was stuffed all over his mouth, then burped comfortably!
“Immeasurable Heavenly Father!”
The Myriad Sound Realist picked up his duster and flung it carelessly, calling out an honorary name without any image.
Then she made a Taoist bow with one hand and said in a dignified manner, “The Guan is barren and no longer has any food left for the next night, the poor Taoist is here today to find His Highness the Sixth Prince to make karma!”
Hearing this, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Not believing a single word she said!
The Xuanzhen Temple was different from other Daoist temples.
Because of the Great Xia Imperial Clan’s Mad Dragon Kung Fu, the princes and nobles were all dragons, casting nets and sowing seeds all over the place.
When the royal children died, they left behind a large number of widows.
Some of the women were unwilling to languish in the deep palace and cold courtyard, so they looked for a Taoist temple to practice.
Then, the Xuanzhen Temple appeared.
Although it was a home, but not everyone is suitable for scripture and Taoist enlightenment.
Some widows could not afford to be idle, so they turned their attention to the orphans and orphan girls in the private sector who had no one to take them in and help them.
At first they just wanted to kill time, but they didn’t realize that their unintentional actions would become a blessing.
After those orphans and orphan girls grew up, they all became the most loyal fans of the royal family!
Xuan Zhen Guan had been established for a thousand years and had adopted countless orphans and orphaned girls.
After those orphans and orphaned daughters became adults, they continued to spread their leaves, and the incense continued unceasingly.
Xuanzhen Guan subtle accumulation of thousands of years, the power of the big, deep, compared to the great summer royal family, there is no better!
When Miaoyin Zhenren said that she didn’t have any money, Zhao Yi didn’t even believe the punctuation marks!
Miaoyin Makoto grew up with Zhao Yi and was extremely familiar with each other.
Seeing that Zhao Yi did not believe it, she did not bother to pretend, and directly threw the duster back on the table.
Then, she lay down on the soft couch with an expression of hopelessness.
“Senior Uncle and the others said that I’m a Guan Master now, so I have to act like one. It can’t be the same as before, hemming and hawing and eating every day!”
Miaoyin Makoto finished with a grimace:
“You don’t know how excessive they are!”
“They only allow me to eat three meals a day, and each meal only has green vegetables, half of the meat is invisible!”
“Eating greens every day, I’m turning into a rabbit!”
At this time, Huang Ying came in with a roasted chicken, and when she heard Miaoyin Zhenren’s words, her footsteps lurched, and she subconsciously had to turn around and walk out.
“Stop!”
Miaoyin Zhenren sat up violently.
Zhao Yi only felt the silhouette in front of him waver for a moment before returning to normal in an instant.
Miaoyin Zhenran was still lazily lying down on the soft couch.
The difference was.
On the desk table where the pastries were originally piled up, a plate of roasted chicken had been added at some point.
Zhao Yi looked at it with glowing eyes.
He had recently indulged in cultivation, and was especially interested in this kind of godly means.
Huang Ying looked at her empty hands, her small face bitter.
She looked at Miaoyin Makoto and helplessly said, “Sister Miaoyin, why didn’t you say just now that the nymphets aren’t allowed to eat meat ah?”
Miaoyin Makoto justified, “If I said that, would you still give me back to make it?”
Huang Ying shook her head decisively, “That’s certainly not allowed!”
Hearing this, a look of “I knew it was like this” appeared on Real Myriad Voice’s face.
She reached out and yanked down a chicken leg from the plate, gnawing on it with a savory taste as she said with dissatisfaction, “You little ninny, thanks to me taking care of you so well in the past! Now that you’re enjoying your blessings here at Old Six, you can’t even spare a roasted chicken for me, let’s not have this sister!”
Huang Ying made a face at her, then hid behind Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi looked at Miaoyin Zhenran and asked curiously, “How did you do that just now?”
“Swimming Dragon Steps!”
Miaoyin Zhenran asked vaguely while gnawing on a chicken leg.
Zhao Yi asked again, “Then what realm are you at now?”
“Eighth Order Entry Sacred Realm!” Miaoyin Makoto said casually.
Her tone was flat, as if she was talking about a very normal thing.
The cultivation of the Eighth Order Entry Sacred Realm was not as important as the chicken leg in front of her in her eyes!
Hiss!
Huang Ying immediately sucked in a mouthful of cool air.
She stared at Miaoyin Zhenren with rounded eyes, the expression on her face as if she had seen a ghost!
Zhao Yi didn’t have much of a concept of cultivation realms and asked Huang Ying, “Is it very impressive?”
“Very powerful?” Huang Ying directly raised her voice.
“Remove the ‘?’!”
“Very impressive! Very awesome! The kind of awesome that no one has ever seen before or since!”
“You may not have a concept when I say this.” Huang Ying said with an envious face, “Sister Miaochen is just two years older than me, I’m only in the third order of the Pneumatic Realm, she’s already in the eighth order of the Sacred Realm, do you know how powerful she is now?”
After hearing this, Zhao Yi glanced at the unimaginative Miaoyin Zhenzhen, then at Huang Ying, and said thoughtfully, “Do you think there’s a possibility that it’s not that Miaoyin is too strong, but that you’re too much of a rookie?”
Zhao Yi had a basis for saying this.
What Miaoyin Makoto was most famous for wasn’t his cultivation, but his extensive insight.
The Xuan Zhen Guan’s scripture collection had collected all kinds of book manuscripts over the last thousand years, and legend had it that Miaoyin Zhengrong had memorized them all.
Zhao Yi had been to the Xuan Zhen Guan’s scripture collection building, and there were at least a million books inside.
With so many books, not to mention memorizing all of them, it would take at least a few decades to go through them all.
According to Zhao Yi’s knowledge, a person’s energy was limited.
It was impossible to both, and also!
Miaoyin Makoto was only twenty years old this year, even if she did nothing but read books every day, she couldn’t even finish going through millions of books, how could she still have time to cultivate?
The gap between Huang Ying and Miaoyin Makoto was so big, other than her natural talent being too poor, Zhao Yi couldn’t think of any other reason.
“Me!” Huang Ying almost suffocated.
She had the heart to explain that her talent was already impressive.
Even the holy sons and daughters of those Immortal Cultivation Sanctuaries out there might not be able to reach a cultivation level like hers at her age!
Wasn’t the monk who hooked up with Surname Su the Buddhist son of the Western Mountain Temple.
He’s only at the second stage of the Kaiyuan realm!
But in front of Miaoyin Makoto, these words Huang Ying couldn’t say.
Because compared to Miaoyin Zhenren, she was indeed too much of a rookie!
Huang Ying glanced at Miaoyin Zhenzhen with a grudging look, then hid in a corner and drew circles.
Comparing people to people, it’s exasperating!
Myriad Sound Realist also ignored her.
After drying a roasted chicken in three or two tries, Miaoyin Zhenren beckoned towards Zhao Yi.
“Old Six, come over and let sister touch it!”
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(End of chapter)