The invincible female ghost is a bit love-struck.

Chapter 68 begins! What?! A joke?!

When Gu Qingwan's ethereal voice, tinged with a hint of anticipation, rang out, Lu Yuan froze completely.

I really didn't expect Gu Qingwan to suddenly say something like that.

This made Lu Yuan feel quite embarrassed.

Lu Yuan's usually eloquent mouth was now somewhat clumsy.

Lu Yuan scratched his head, a flush rising to his face, unsure where to look.

"...Me...what's so good-looking about me? I just have a nose and two eyes..."

Gu Qingwan did not speak again.

She just sat there quietly, her empty, lifeless eyes stubbornly "gazing" in Lu Yuan's direction.

It seemed they wanted to see Lu Yuan's appearance right now.

The quieter she remained, the more at a loss Lu Yuan became, and the atmosphere became subtly awkward.

Just as Lu Yuan was scratching his head, trying to figure out how to change the subject—

"Squeak—"

The wooden door of the side hall was pushed open a crack.

The old man's messy head poked in, his small eyes blinking as he looked at Lu Yuan and then at Gu Qingwan.

"Did I arrive at the wrong time?"

"Should I leave?"

As he spoke, the old man made a move to turn his head away.

Lu Yuan quickly replied:

"You've come at just the right time!"

"Shaleng, come in!"

Finally, the old man staggered in, looked at Lu Yuan, and asked:

"Did you ask?"

"The good deeds she performed."

Lu Yuan shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

She said she didn't know and didn't feel anything.

Upon hearing this, the old man's brows furrowed into a knot, his face filled with disbelief.

"This is weird... Could it be that I was really drunk that day?"

"Did I misjudge it?"

"No way..."

Lu Yuan had already stood up, stretched out his arms and legs, and his joints cracked loudly.

"You should drink less!"

Then Lu Yuan turned to Gu Qingwan, blinked, and said in a light tone:

"I'm hungry, let me go to the dining hall to have something to eat first."

Gu Qingwan gently touched her delicate chin.

The next second, her scarlet figure turned into a wisp of blood mist and silently disappeared into the coffin.

The old man watched from the side, his lips pursed in disapproval.

Hey!

This woman really only listens to that little bastard Lu Yuan!

……

Lu Yuan and the old man walked one after the other towards the dining hall.

"Do I really not need to go and see this senior disciple?"

"What if they find fault with us?"

On the way, Lu Yuan still asked with some concern.

Upon hearing this, the old man waved his hand in disgust, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't go!"

"Let him find fault!"

"Anyway, he loves to find fault with people!"

Since the old man had already said all that, Lu Yuan shrugged and said no more.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, the world was shrouded in a hazy gray, carrying the chill of the early morning.

The dining hall was brightly lit with candles, and many Taoist priests were already queuing up for their meals.

As soon as Lu Yuan and the old man stepped into the courtyard, they bumped into a group of people coming out.

The leader, with an imposing presence, was none other than the Crane-Patrolling Celestial Venerable.

Before Lu Yuan could examine it closely, he saw the Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable frown slightly and look at the old man, saying:

"Junior brother, although we cultivate to do whatever we want, we should still pay attention to our attire."

"Look at you, dressed in such tattered clothes, what a state you are in!"

"Now that all the Daoist sects from beyond the Great Wall have gathered in Fengtian, your slovenly and vulgar manner, like that of a beggar, is truly beneath your dignity."

Only then did Lu Yuan see the Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable clearly in the crowd.

I took a closer look...

Well, the Celestial Venerable isn't much different; he has two eyes and a mouth.

The old man beside him casually cupped his hands in a perfunctory gesture and didn't say a word.

At this moment, Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable also noticed Lu Yuan.

"This is……"

As soon as Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable spoke, Lu Yuan bowed slightly and said:

"Disciple Lu Yuan greets Grandmaster..."

A hint of interest flashed in Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable's eyes, and he stroked his beard and smiled:

"So you are Lu Yuan, known in Fengtian City as 'White-Robed Taoist.' At such a young age, you have already made quite a name for yourself. That's not easy, not easy at all."

Lu Yuan straightened up, returned the greeting, and remained composed.

"Senior Uncle, you flatter me. It's just empty fame."

Just then, Song Yan stepped out from beside Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable and bowed to the old man and Lu Yuan respectively.

"Uncle-Master, Junior Brother."

Before the two could respond, his gaze was fixed intently on Lu Yuan.

"Since entering Fengtian, Junior Brother's reputation as the 'White-Robed Taoist' has been legendary. I, your senior brother, have long admired him. I wonder if it would be possible for us to exchange a few pointers?"

Lu Yuan: "?"

Is this guy crazy?

They're already sparring before they've even opened their eyes in the morning?

Lu Yuan looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked:

"How long have you been a member of the sect, senior brother? What level are you at now?"

Speaking of this, Song Yan proudly puffed out his chest and said:

"I have been practicing under my master for three years, and last year I was ordained. Soon I will receive my precepts and be given a Taoist name!"

There is no detailed division of cultivation levels in this world.

It's just a rough estimate.

It's not as detailed as fantasy novels.

What kind of Battle King can grow wings and fly in the sky? What kind of Battle Master can fly directly in the sky without wings?

Here, the detailed classification only includes the Celestial Master realm.

Those who can truly master thunder magic are called Celestial Masters.

Before the Celestial Masters, there was no clear distinction.

However, although it is impossible to classify them in detail based on their own level of cultivation, we can get a glimpse of the whole picture from the Taoist priest's level in the Taoist sect.

Generally speaking, a Taoist who has just entered the mountain gate is considered a beginner Taoist.

Next comes the capping ceremony, which involves growing your hair and wearing the Taoist robes. This is the official sign of joining the sect.

Next comes the ordination of Taoist priests. After ordination, they will receive an "ordination certificate" and a "Taoist name".

Before the Celestial Master, there were only these three official ranks in the Taoist temple.

Terms like "senior Taoist priest," "half-step Celestial Master," and "Great Perfection" are just colloquialisms.

Song Yan has already reached adulthood in just three years and is about to become a fully ordained Taoist priest. He is definitely a genius.

No wonder he looks so proud.

only……

Let alone the fact that he hasn't taken vows yet, even if he had, what difference would it make?

For those who practice spiritual cultivation, receiving precepts is the starting point of their practice.

Judging from Song Yan's appearance of being twenty-one or twenty-two, if he wants to become a Celestial Master, he will have to be at least thirty years old.

They can't compare to Lu Yuan.

So, after asking the question, Lu Yuan exchanged a glance with the old man.

Then the old man grinned.

Lu Yuan grinned.

The old man didn't say a word, just chuckled and walked past the group of people, heading towards the dining hall on his own.

Lu Yuan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the astonished Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable.

"Uncle-Master, we'll go in for lunch now. See you later."

After saying that, Lu Yuan bypassed the bewildered Song Yan and went to chase after the old man walking ahead.

For a moment, everyone on Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable's side was stunned.

What does that mean?

Song Yan turned her head and looked at Lu Yuan's back, her face flushing slightly.

He's such a show-off!

What is he laughing at?!

Just then, the sound of Lu Yuan and the old man chatting drifted over from ahead, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Speaking of which, once you've taken vows, you should have a Taoist name. I'm a Celestial Master now, so why don't I have one?"

"It's no big deal, call it whatever you want, nobody cares."

"Hey!! You old man, shouldn't the master be the one to fetch this thing?!"

"Hmm... I'll think about it for you when I have time later..."

"I belong to the Ling generation, so how about my Taoist name is Lingxiao Baodian?"

"Ouch, you son of a bitch! I'll kick you to death! Please forgive me, Grandmaster, please forgive me, I was just a kid who didn't know any better and said whatever came to mind..."

"..."

"..."

The two talked as they entered the dining hall.

The group led by Crane Patrol Celestial Venerable remained completely silent.

Only the chilly morning wind remained, swirling fallen leaves and making a rustling sound.

The crowd looked at each other.

There were only a few words in everyone's eyes.

What?! You're kidding me?!

Nineteen years old?

A Celestial Master?!