Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, Taiqing Daode Tianzun, and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun are the three gods that cultivators believe in, called Sanqing Daozun.

And Ye Xiaoman's image at this time is undoubtedly tall in the hearts of these people, coupled with her various magical powers that are almost divine in the eyes of these people, she has almost become the object of worship by everyone.

On the high platform in the main hall of the six large and small sects, except for the Sanqing Daozun, another figure coincidentally appeared, dressed in purple, with eyebrows and eyes like the moon, who is it not Ye Xiaoman?

Not only a few sects, but even small family forces, including scattered cultivators, also enshrined them to express their reverence.

Ye Xiaoman was a little helpless about this, but she didn't mean to stop them, people who cultivate immortals are just do what they want, she doesn't have the habit of forcing others, not to mention, it's better for someone to like it than someone to hate.

"Shijun, are you really not going back with me?" Ye Xiaoman looked at the young man opposite and asked with a smile.

"Master, although this place has begun to take shape, it is far from maturity, and the disciple, as an elder of the sect, naturally takes on his due responsibilities, so the disciple still wants to stay here."

Ye Shijun looked at Ye Xiaoman, his expression was respectful, but his tone was very resolute, and it seemed that he had made up his mind.

As early as a few years ago, Ye Shijun had successfully formed a golden pill and became the third elder of the Qingfeng Sect, even so, he also had an unusual status in the sect.

Not only is he already a seventh-rank alchemy master at this time, far surpassing the alchemy master of Danxiangmen, but also because he is Ye Xiaoman's disciple, although he is only a registered disciple, but his identity is different.

Ye Xiaoman nodded slightly, after eighty years of getting along, his junior and disciple has long lost his initial restraint in front of him, and after forming a golden pill, he is even more free and easy.

It's just that his original intention has not changed, in his heart, the sect is his home, and now it is indeed when he is needed, and it is not wrong for him to choose this way.

Ye Xiaoman nodded: "In this case, then you can stay, but the road of cultivating immortals is endless, and the path of immortals is not something that can be achieved at home.

You may not realize these things now, or maybe the time has not come, and when things here are over, go out for a walk, maybe you will benefit immensely.

However, this is all your own choice, I naturally will not intervene, leave a little message for the teacher, if your cultivation in the future is no longer advanced, it is estimated that it is time for you to go out, and then, the information will be automatically opened, and how to decide depends on your own decision. ”

As he spoke, Ye Xiaoman stretched out his hand and shot a blue light towards his eyebrows, Ye Shijun stood there steadily, until the blue light did not enter the center of his eyebrows, and then said respectfully: "Disciple, thank you Master, Shijun's words, Shijun will remember it, and he will never live up to his master's teachings." ”

Ye Xiaoman nodded slightly and smiled: "Okay, you go down first, there are still some things to prepare for the teacher." ”

Ye Shijun bowed his head and said yes, slowly retreated, closed the door, and there was a flash of nostalgia on his face.

It was night, Ye Xiaoman quietly left Qingfengmen's residence, and walked out slowly, she didn't want to alarm anyone, in that case, it would be a lot of twists and turns, that's it, very good.