At the White Swan Sect, the air was thick with excitement as disciples scurried about, setting up banners and arranging tables for the upcoming recruitment event. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of chatter and laughter.Two disciples from the yellow faction of the outer disciples, Rai and Jin, sat together under the shade of a large willow tree, watching the commotion around them. Rai turned to Jin, a worried expression on his face."Hey Jin, have you noticed anything strange about Yog lately?" Rai asked, lowering his voice.Jin furrowed his brow, looking thoughtful. "Now that you mention it, he has been acting differently. He's been distant and preoccupied, and I've barely seen him at all during our training sessions."Rai nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of their faction leader. "I've noticed that too. And have you seen the way he's been avoiding us? It's like he doesn't want to talk to anyone."Jin leaned in closer, his voice ba

Mei, one of the outer disciples of the White Swan sect, had been practicing her martial arts techniques when she suddenly felt the urge to relieve herself. She quickly made her way to the nearby bushes, careful not to be seen by her fellow disciples.As she squatted down behind a large bush, Mei couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as the warm liquid flowed out of her body. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, enjoying the sensation of the cool air against her skin.Mei could hear the sound of her own piss hitting the ground, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She knew that it was important to take care of her body, especially as a disciple of the White Swan sect. She vowed to make sure that she always took the time to relieve herself properly, no matter how busy she was.As she finished up and stood up, Mei took a small cloth from her pocket and used it to gently clean herself. She made sure to wipe away any excess liquid, taking care to be thorough a

Lucas and Ivy sat in the row of sect masters, their eyes scanning the crowd. The White Lotus sect leader sat at the head of the table, his gaze stern as he looked over the prospective outer disciples lined up in front of her. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of incense filled the room. But Lucas's attention was drawn to the man in the skull mask sitting a few seats away from him. He could sense an evil aura emanating from the man, a cold and dark energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew that he was from the Iron Blood family, a group of ruthless cultivators known for their brutal tactics. Lucas kept his cool, embracing Ivy tightly as he watched the man out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her heart beating fast against his chest, and he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I've got this." Ivy looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure? He looks dangerous." Lucas nodded, his gaze never leaving the man in the skull

Lucas stood in the dimly lit building, the remnants of the Eye Collecting Demon scattered around him. He turned to Moona, who was watching him with wide eyes."I have other business to attend to," Lucas said, his voice barely above a whisper.Moona nodded, but she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes. "Be careful," she said.Lucas gave her a small smile. "I always am," he replied.With that, he vanished before her eyes, leaving Moona alone in the building. She blinked, shocked at the speed of his disappearance. Moona remembered very well that Lucas was not that strong before, but Lucas now seemed to be at a much higher cultivation level than Moona as if the difference was like heaven and earth.Meanwhile, Lucas was moving through the forest with incredible speed. He leaped from one branch to another, his movements fluid and graceful like a shadow. The wind whistled through the trees as he moved, and the leaves crunched beneath his feet.As he approached the building that belonged to

In the cool morning air, the lush field of the White Swan sect buzzed with anticipation as prospective external students gathered to demonstrate their Qi. Lucas and Ivy, accompanied by the enigmatic Ghost Skull, stood among the onlookers, observing the process with keen interest. The sect leader, an elegant woman with flowing white hair, addressed the crowd from a raised platform. Her melodious voice carried across the field, "Today marks the beginning of your journey. You have seven days to release your Qi. Only those who succeed will proceed to the next stage." A hushed murmur swept through the crowd, and a man, not a student of the sect, hesitantly raised his hand. "Excuse me, esteemed leader, how can we determine if our Qi is strong enough?" The black-haired woman's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, the signs of a true disciple of the White Swan are unmistakable. When your Qi is ready, you will feel it resonate within your very core, like