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As time passes, the courtyard of Bi shui Palace is filled with vibrant and colorful flowers, and the warm sunlight sprinkles through the treetops, casting speckles of light. Today, Bi shui Palace is hosting a grand gathering for the exchange of celestial arts, attracting experts from various celestial sects, each one a standout figure in the celestial realm. Bi shui Palace is renowned for its exquisite water-based celestial arts and healing techniques, drawing the attention of many Cultivator.
Molan is dressed in the unique water-blue long dress of Bi shui Palace, embroidered with shimmering ripples. She stands in the center of the courtyard, gazing at the arriving representatives of the celestial sects. Her long hair cascades like a waterfall, her eyes holding the stars, exuding an indescribable charm that makes her stand out among the celestial beings.
First to arrive is the Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord from the Lingxiao Sect, dressed in a deep blue immortal robe embroidered with exquisite celestial patterns, showcasing his nobility and profundity. As he enters the courtyard, a hint of attention and appreciation for Molan is revealed in his eyes.
Next, messengers from the Fire Sect arrive, dressed in fiery red immortal robes, exuding a passionate and majestic aura. Their leader, a handsome man, strides with determination, his eyes carrying an unyielding sharpness.
Before long, representatives from the Netherworld Valley also arrived at the scene. Their attire was predominantly dark, and they carried an air of mystery. Among them, a young man had deep, enigmatic eyes, as if harboring an unknown secret within.
Following them, the scholars from Baiyun Pavilion slowly approached. Their robes were light and graceful, drifting like clouds. They exuded an elegant and refined temperament, and their words were filled with wisdom and depth.
Molan quietly observes the arrival of each representative, her heart filled with a passion for magic and a thirst for knowledge. She knows that this exchange conference will be a rare learning opportunity.
When all the representatives have arrived, the palace lord of Bi shui Palace, Besha, enters the venue with graceful and dignified bearing. Her arrival immediately attracts everyone's attention. She is a famous and beautiful female deity in the immortal realm, as well as a master of healing arts.
Besha Palace smiled and opened the conference. Her voice was gentle and clear: "Welcome to Bi shui Palace. Today, we gather here to explore the mysteries of immortal techniques, hoping to learn from each other and make progress together."
Subsequently, representatives of various sects showcased their immortal techniques one by one. Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord of Lingxiao Sect was the first to demonstrate his wind and thunder immortal technique. He waved his long sleeves, summoning storms and lightning around him, creating a magnificent scene that displayed his unfathomable power.
Next, the representatives of Fire Sect demonstrated their expertise in fire-based magic. A Cultivator raised their hand, and flames danced in the air as if alive, forming fiery totems that were both scorching and brilliant.
The representatives of the Nether Valley then showcased their mastery of Yin and Yang arts. A slender Cultivator lightly waved their hand, causing a dark and mysterious mist to envelop the surroundings, evoking a sense of eeriness and chill.
Baiyun Pavilion’s Cultivator showcases their meditation technique. They sit quietly on the ground, surrounded by faint white clouds, appearing completely detached from the surrounding world, entering a deep meditative state.
Finally, Molan representing Bi shui Palace demonstrates her water-based fairy technique. She gently waves her hands, and water flows from the invisible, forming clear water dragons that swirl and dance in the air. Her face shows concentration and tranquility, demonstrating her profound understanding and mastery of the water-based fairy technique.
In the enthusiastic atmosphere of the conference, Molan quickly became the center of attention with her cheerful demeanor. She exchanged insights on immortal techniques with representatives from different sects, and her remarks were not only profound but also full of wisdom and insight. Her smile was like the sunshine of spring, warm and radiant, making everyone she conversed with feel comfortable and joyful.
During a discussion, a small conflict arose due to a misunderstanding caused by a verbal clash. Molan cleverly intervened and used her intelligence and skillful words to resolve the misunderstanding. Her actions not only won the admiration of those present, but also showcased her talent and intellect.
However, in such a harmonious atmosphere, Molan felt an unusual gaze. Tsang Yen, the handsome swordsman with silver hair, seemed to always unintentionally gaze at her. His eyes were deep, as if hiding many unspoken words. Tsang Yen was reticent, forming a sharp contrast with Molan's outgoing personality.
Later, Molan and Tsang Yen discussed their respective experiences in cultivation and the difficulties they encountered. Tsang Yen listened attentively, occasionally offering insightful and sensible advice. Molan expressed her gratitude for this, realizing that although her interactions with Tsang Yen were not frequent, each time brought her new inspiration.
After the meeting, Molan walked alone in the garden of Bi shui Palace, immersed in thoughts about the future. Her mood was complex; on one hand, her feelings for Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord were deepening, but on the other hand, the attention from Tsang Yen stirred her heart. She knew she needed time to understand and clarify these subtle emotional changes.
In the garden, Molan encountered Liu Guan. His eyes were bright, his smile sunny, and he said to Molan, "Sister Molan, your performance today was really great. We at Bi shui Palace are all proud of you."
Molan smiled and responded, "Thank you Liu Guan, I am also very happy to be able to learn and communicate with everyone. The progress of your young generation also makes me very pleased."
At this moment, Wuhen appeared silently beside them, his silver eyes revealing depth, and his words carrying sharpness: "You have become an outstanding figure in the immortal realm, but remember not to be arrogant. The path of immortality is long, and there are more experiences waiting for you."
Molan nodded earnestly, "I will keep it in mind. The road ahead is long, and I will continue to work hard and constantly improve myself."
In this brief conversation, Molan felt the care from her fellow disciples, which strengthened her determination to move forward. On the path of cultivation, no matter what difficulties she encounters, she will not be alone.
Night falls, Molan sits alone in the courtyard, the moonlight outside casting on her, her thoughts drifting into the distance. She contemplates the relationship between herself and them, understanding the subtlety and complexity of these emotions, but believing that with the passage of time, everything will have an answer.
As Molan is immersed in her thoughts, Tsang Yen quietly appears by her side. His silver-white long hair gently sways in the night breeze, his eyes deep and silent. His appearance does not startle Molan, as if he has always been there, silently guarding her.
Tsang Yen opened his mouth, his voice deep and magnetic: "Molan, you look like you have a lot on your mind."
Molan turned around, smiling slightly: " Tsang Yen, you always seem to sense my mood."
Tsang Yen nodded gently, although his face showed little expression, his eyes subtly revealed concern: "On the path of immortality, emotions are always difficult to grasp. But I believe you will find your own answer."
Molan took a deep breath and then replied earnestly, "Yes, I think so too. Tsang Yen, to me, you are like a friend who understands me."
Tsang Yen's eyes flashed slightly, but quickly returned to calm: "I have always been by your side, no matter what you need, I will silently support you."
Molan felt a stir in her heart, sensing the subtle emotions in Tsang Yen's words. She knew that Tsang Yen was not good at expressing himself, but every action and glance silently conveyed his care.
Just as Molan was about to say something else, Liu Guan came briskly, breaking the brief tranquility. "Sister Molan, Senior Swordsman, you're here! The moonlight tonight is really beautiful, are you here to enjoy the moon?"
Molan smiled and replied, "Yes, Liu Guan, the moonlight tonight is indeed beautiful."
Liu Guan His eyes were shining with excitement, clearly thrilled by the beautiful night. He turned to Tsang Yen and said, "Senior Swordsman, you're always so quiet. Come, let's enjoy the moonlight together!"
Tsang Yen nodded slightly, not saying much but also not refusing. The three of them stood quietly in the garden, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by a faint floral fragrance, adding a touch of poetry to the night.
Liu Guan casually asked, "Sister Molan, do you think it's difficult to define the emotions between us immortals?"
Molan smiled slightly, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, "Indeed, that's true. The path of immortality is long, and every person we encounter, every emotion we experience, is constantly changing. Sometimes, even we ourselves find it hard to understand our own hearts."
Tsang Yen Quietly listening, his eyes appeared even deeper in the moonlight. He said lightly, "The path of emotions is very complex, but sometimes, the true feelings in our hearts will not deceive us."
Liu Guan Nodding with a smile, "I think so too. We should follow our true feelings, even if this path may have many obstacles."
Molan Listening to their words, she couldn't help but ponder her feelings for Cloud Soaring Immortal Lord, Tsang Yen, and others. She realized that the world of emotions is indeed intricate, but also full of beauty.
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