Enthronement Ceremony day.
The flowers at the entrance of the Yin Yang Sect were in full bloom—red as fire, pink as sunset clouds, white as snow.
Not to mention, under the nurturing of magic techniques, the grass and trees were luxuriant, and ancient trees towered to the sky.
Disciples who originally wore blue skirts were also allowed to adorn themselves appropriately.
The Flower and Grass Dew promoted by Lu Li and Shen Zhaoxue had sold out directly.
Yet amidst the bustling sect, sighs never ceased in the small courtyard where Lu Li stayed.
“Senior Sister Lu, this robe was custom-made for you by the sect.” Shen Zhaoxue carefully inspected the plain gauze garment.
“Don’t move, or the fabric will wrinkle.”
“I understand, but wearing this kind of outfit is terrifying.” Lu Li stood still at the moment, letting the people in the room wash and dress him.
“It’s only for one day.” Su Wanqiu, as Lu Li’s master, naturally supervised from the side.
“Qing Luo, prepare the other gifts for your Senior Sister Lu.”
“No problem.” Qing Luo was full of enthusiasm, taking an Azure Silk Robe and putting it on Lu Li.
“Senior Sister Lu, this robe is embroidered with twelve azure luan birds, and their eyes are—”
“Inlaid with rose quartz, I know.” Lu Li had already familiarized himself with every aspect of the attire over these past days, all to be prepared for questions from holy sons or saintesses of other sects.
In a flurry, the inner robe with a flowing cape, a belt symbolizing unity, a dark frost lower skirt, and an azure sky outer cloak were all on him.
With so many layers of clothing on his body, Lu Li had no choice but to straighten his posture.
Now looking at himself in the mirror, he indeed appeared much more dignified.
With the faint blue light emanating from the clothes, from certain angles he was worthy of the title of Saintess.
“Senior Sister Lu, don’t move your head.” Jiang Yuebai took out the Azure Kite Lotus Crown from a brocade box.
“After the ceremony, let Senior Sister Shen adorn you further.”
“I understand.” Lu Li said nothing more at this moment.
Feeling the weight on his head, he closed his eyes and let Shen Zhaoxue apply powder and rouge.
However, in his mind, Lu Li was thinking of the cooking steps he had seen in the kitchen.
As light pressure touched his lips, Shen Zhaoxue raised her hand and whispered softly in admiration.
“Senior Sister Lu, you can open your eyes now.”
“Alright.” Lu Li opened his eyes and looked at the dignified maiden in the mirror, momentarily dazed.
‘Right now, I look like I’ve been carved from a piece of pink jade…’
Skin bearing moonlight, bones carrying frost.
Yet in those nearly immortal eyes, there was a hint of pink pupils.
“Alright, Lu Li.” At Su Wanqiu’s voice, the few who were staring dumbfounded around him came to their senses, their faces slightly flushed as they awkwardly tidied their neatly arranged skirts.
“I know you still have other convictions inside. But once you become our Saintess today, you will be our Saintess for life.” As Su Wanqiu spoke, she turned her wrist and produced a green and pink jade bracelet.
“This was specially refined by a Golden Core True Person for this Enthronement Ceremony.”
“From now on, when sect members see this bracelet, they will know you are the Saintess of our sect.” Su Wanqiu lifted Lu Li’s hand and gently slid the bracelet onto his wrist.
“This bracelet also incorporates the previous Holy Maiden Jade Pendant. It can store items and still contains three attacks of offensive power sealed within.”
“Thank you, Master.” Lu Li nodded slightly.
“The other elders and true persons also considered your situation. This bracelet will transform appropriately based on your condition.” Su Wanqiu said, looking at Lu Li, whose eyes were trembling.
“If you turn into a man, sect members will still sense you as the Saintess. But people from other sects will see a bluish-black jade bracelet and won’t think anything of it.”
“Thank you, Master.” At this moment, Lu Li felt only genuine gratitude.
He straightened his clothes, knelt upright, and bowed with his hands crossed.
This was the ritual a Saintess performed for her master according to the Yin Yang Sect’s rules.
“Rise. Your apprenticeship before was rushed; this time, you are truly my disciple in the real sense.” Su Wanqiu gazed at the present Lu Li with emotion.
“Let’s set out. On the way, I’ll tell you about the several sects that have come from afar today.”
“In the Southern Region, we have three sects: the Yin Yang Sect, the Imperial Sword Sect, and the Buddhist Light Sect.” As Su Wanqiu narrated, she stepped on Light Gauze and floated slowly beside Lu Li, heading toward the sect’s main hall.
At this moment, the entire Yin Yang Sect was decorated with extraordinary splendor.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs were in full bloom, clouds and Dao patterns swirled in the sky, and a myriad of colors gathered together.
“Lu Li, the sect knows about your special situation, so they have sent me to accompany you by your side.” Su Wanqiu pointed to a long table on one side of the hall.
“Also, Jiang Yuebai and Shen Zhaoxue will be behind you to keep you company. In terms of both sentiment and reason, they are your junior sisters, and they are also members of the Jiang and Shen families of Hundred Immortals Town in the Southern Region.”
“That’s wonderful…” As Lu Li entered the main hall, he saw many disciples lining both sides, and seated at the long table were all Foundation Establishment Stewards without exception.
As for the center of the hall, it was the purple-robed girl he had seen before.
However, her attire was not as free and easy as before; she too was wearing heavy ceremonial robes.
Just as Lu Li sat down, the purple-robed girl swept her gaze over, then raised an eyebrow, looking at Lu Li’s pink pupils.
‘I’ve changed my mind. After the ceremony, you will be my disciple.’ A crisp voice echoed in Lu Li’s mind.
The purple-robed girl then turned her head and looked straight ahead.
“This…” Lu Li looked at the purple-robed girl.
Before he could react, she extended her hand, as if holding something, and struck the air, producing a sound like a bronze bell.
“Welcome fellow Daoists of the Imperial Sword Sect.” Her clear voice resounded through the hall.
From afar came the sound of sword lights breaking through the air like falling rain.
Then, over a dozen sword lights landed on a distant platform, transforming into a group of men in white robes.
“Fellow Daoist Lin, a hundred years have passed, and you still look as elegant as ever.” The leading middle-aged man sheathed his sword light and cupped his hands toward the purple-robed girl in the center of the hall.
“Fellow Daoist Wang, your Sword Light Art is becoming more and more proficient.” The purple-robed girl smiled slightly. “Please sit. We still have guests from the Buddhist Light Sect who haven’t arrived.”
“They rarely leave their temple—probably forgot the way by now.” The middle-aged man laughed heartily and led his disciples and disciples to the long table.
“This is the current Rotating True Person of the Imperial Sword Sect, named Wang Youming.” Su Wanqiu whispered softly in Lu Li’s ear.
“He and our generation’s Rotating True Person, Lin Yin, are comrades-in-arms.”
“I see…” Lu Li silently memorized everyone’s names while studying their faces.
His gaze inadvertently fell on the long swords at their waists.
For ordinary sects, carrying weapons into such a ceremony would be prohibited.
However, due to the Imperial Sword Sect’s cultivation technique—Sword-Man Unity—forcibly separating them would only incur their displeasure.
As his eyes swept over their weapons, Lu Li’s mind continuously recalled the ceremony instructions he had read earlier.
‘But fate is truly interesting… I had wanted to join the Imperial Sword Sect before.’ Lu Li sighed softly.
His gaze landed on a peculiar bamboo sword, and he involuntarily let out a small “Oh?”
Indeed, it was a bamboo sword. A quick sweep of his Divine Sense confirmed that.
As Lu Li stared, the bamboo sword began to tremble slightly, as if answering his call.
“Oh?” The young man at the far end also noticed Lu Li’s gaze.
He pressed a finger on the bamboo sword at his waist, and it calmed down.
“True Person Wang.” The young man suddenly stood up, bowing to Wang Youming.
“I wish to spar with the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect!”