Chapter 700 Who to accept as a disciple 1

Today, Master Rong Yun was clad in a flowing, luxurious soft robe woven with gold threads.

His eyes were as clear and deep as a jade pool, his gaze distant, yet calm, without ripples or desires, like a deity wandering the mortal realm.

Emperor Jing, who was originally seated on his high throne, immediately rose from the dragon chair upon seeing Master Rong Yun and hurried down to greet him.

He smiled broadly, "Master Rong Yun, you have come a long way, please be seated quickly."

Master Rong Yun's expression was calm, gentle as water.

He nodded slightly, then calmly took his seat, showing no excessive respect towards Emperor Jing.

Emperor Jing also felt that Master Rong Yun's indifference was only natural.

The chief eunuch had already personally brought up the finest tea.

Emperor Jing personally took it and presented it.

Fairy Yaochi's eyes held a smile as she stepped forward and took the teacup from Emperor Jing's hand: "Your Majesty, allow me."

Fairy Yaochi personally took the fragrant tea and respectfully placed it on the low table, her movements skilled and natural, as if this was something she did often.

At this time, besides Emperor Jing, there were also many civil and military officials in the Golden Throne Hall.

Seeing this, they couldn't help but show surprise.

It was said that Master Rong Yun was cold-natured and disdained even the disciples of the Ten Great Powers, making it difficult for others to approach him.

But now, Master Rong Yun tacitly allowed Fairy Yaochi to stand beside him and pour tea for him, showing that the Master had already accepted her.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Fairy Yaochi with even greater respect.

Some who had previously gloated over the rumors about the Yaochi Li family now kept their mouths shut tightly, fearing they might cause trouble because of it.

After placing the tea, Li Yaoyao stood obediently beside Master Rong Yun, her eyes holding a faint smile, her demeanor graceful, looking like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world, beautiful beyond compare.

Seeing Master Rong Yun's attitude towards Fairy Yaochi, Emperor Jing's previously extinguished thoughts gradually began to stir again.

When Nangong Liuyun left that day, he had come to the palace and spoken with him, saying something about only marrying that brat Su Luo in this life, and also saying that the Su family girl had limitless potential and would achieve no less than Li Yaoyao in the future.

Emperor Jing shook his head.

That day, he really was fooled by the second prince and actually believed his words.

Now, looking at Master Rong Yun's attitude towards Li Yaoyao, even a fool could see that Li Yaoyao was about to soar.

If Li Yaoyao were accepted as a closed-door disciple by Master Rong Yun, her status would become extremely noble, and by then, the second prince would have to be more formal if he wanted to marry her.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jing's desire to arrange a marriage between Nangong Liuyun and Fairy Yaochi grew stronger.

Furthermore, it would be best to finalize the marriage before Li Yaoyao was accepted as a disciple by Master Rong Yun.

Emperor Jing suppressed the restless stirring in his heart and smiled at Master Rong Yun, saying: "Master, it is rare for you to visit; please stay in Dongling for a few more days."

Master Rong Yun took a sip of tea, his voice cold: "I will leave after the disciple acceptance is finished."

The smile on Emperor Jing's lips stiffened slightly.

This Master Rong Yun was truly impolite in his speech; even when facing the emperor, he showed no mercy.

However, Emperor Jing only felt slightly郁闷 (depressed/frustrated) but wasn't truly angry.

Because at Master Rong Yun's level, he wouldn't be constrained by worldly matters; capriciousness was the norm.

However, bringing up the matter of accepting a disciple, Emperor Jing's heart couldn't help but brighten.

He glanced at Li Yaoyao and smiled again, asking: "This is a great matter! May I ask if the Master has decided who to accept as a disciple?"

Master Rong Yun looked at him as if he were an idiot, his voice faint, ethereal as the wind: "Not yet."

Emperor Jing clapped his hands together, excited: "In that case, why don't I summon the alchemists here for the Master to choose carefully?"