The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Chapter 237 The Emperor's Message

Three days later.

In the early morning light, Xu Wan was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and a red cloak. The cloak swayed gently in the wind, as hot as a flame.

She stood on the platform, and with a clear and pleasant voice, she announced to the people below that today's morning exercise performance had ended successfully.

The monks below the stage looked at Xu Wan with envy in their eyes.

In this cold winter day, she had a warm cloak thanks to the kindness of True Man Jiuyang, while they were still wearing thin disciple uniforms, shivering in the cold wind.

Among the crowd, Mu Qing's jealousy was particularly strong.

She secretly wondered why the cat demon Xu Wan always received such special treatment, while she could only envy him silently.

Just as the monks were preparing to fly back to the sect on their swords to practice, a golden light suddenly flashed in the sky.

A monk pointed to the sky and exclaimed, "A flash of golden light!"

Everyone looked up and discussed, "Is that person the Emperor?"

"It looks like Emperor, but why is he carrying two baskets?"

On the high platform, Chen Xuan, Jun Yan, Shuang Yue and Jiu Yang all stood up, their eyes following the golden light.

Xu Wan also looked up and saw Yun Che, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, walking on white clouds, holding a bamboo basket in one hand. He looked so elegant and otherworldly that it made people yearn for him.

Xu Wan muttered to herself, "Mister Beauty, what on earth are you thinking of with these two baskets?"

Yun Che floated down from the sky and stood on the high platform of Lingshan Mountain.

At the same time, Chen Xuan's figure flashed and teleported in front of Yun Che with a warm smile on his face.

"Young friend Yun Che, you came to Lingshan without informing me in advance. I was really caught off guard."

Yun Che smiled gently, and that smile was filled with a bit of uninhibited and carefreeness.

"So what if I've informed you? You're not going to prepare any wine for me, so why bother?"

Chen Xuan's expression involuntarily became solemn when he heard this.

He remained silent, seemingly pondering the profound meaning contained in Yun Che's words.

Upon seeing this, Shuang Yue immediately sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere. She hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Shuang Yue respectfully welcomes the Emperor."

Yun Che glanced at Shuangyue calmly, nodded slightly, and then instructed, "Shuangyue, take the two baskets of spiritual fruits and put them away."

Shuangyue secretly rejoiced in her heart, but her expression remained cold and dignified. She respectfully took the bamboo basket from Yun Che's hand and walked towards the table.

Xu Wan's eyes were attracted by the two baskets of spiritual fruits. She looked carefully and saw that one basket contained strawberries.

The other basket contained cherries. He couldn't help swallowing, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

At this time, Jun Yan also walked over slowly. After bowing, he stood aside silently.

True Man Jiuyang came forward with Xu Wan to pay their respects. Yun Che simply glanced at her indifferently before turning his gaze towards the cultivators below the stage.

All the cultivators in the audience bowed and saluted one after another. The scene was solemn and dignified, and everyone was in awe of Yun Che, the Emperor.

Yun Che said to the densely packed crowd of cultivators below in a loud and solemn voice, "I have come here today on the orders of the Heavenly Emperor to come to Lingshan Academy.

Shouldering a great mission - to train ten disciples and help them ascend to heaven."

When the monks heard this, their faces instantly lit up with joy and they cheered.

Their cheers rose and fell, surging like waves, shaking the entire Lingshan Academy.

They knew that being able to become the Emperor's disciple meant gaining supreme glory and great power.

However, in this celebratory atmosphere, Xu Wan felt a little unhappy.

She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of loss and worry, thinking to herself: "Master is going to accept a disciple, what about me?

Will my status in his heart be affected by this?"

"It is a blessing for us to be the disciple of the Emperor!"

A monk in the crowd shouted excitedly.

His voice was filled with admiration and longing for the Emperor.

"Emperor, take me in! Take me in!"

Another monk couldn't wait to jump up, raising his hands high, with fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

Facing this chaotic crowd, Chen Xuan frowned. He moved his body and leaped into the air. With a sharp gaze, he shouted, "Everyone, silence!"

His voice was like thunder, instantly suppressing the noise of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Che waved his hand, and a divine edict appeared out of thin air in the sky, emitting a dazzling light.

The monks looked up and saw that the words on the imperial edict were shining brightly, as if containing endless power.

The voice of the Emperor of Heaven came out from the imperial edict, echoing in everyone's ears: "Emperor Yun Che, by the order of this emperor,

Go to Lingshan Academy, find ten geniuses, train them carefully, and help them ascend to heaven.

The number of places is limited, so I hope you will cherish the opportunity and practice diligently."

Below, many monks knelt on the ground in a solemn manner.

Shuangyue on the high platform also knelt down gracefully, followed by Jun Yan and Jiuyang, who also bowed their heads respectfully.

Seeing this, Xu Wan knelt down although she was unwilling.

On the high platform, Chen Xuan and Yun Che stood side by side, each with their own charm.

Yun Che was dressed in flowing white clothes, with black hair like a waterfall, a golden crown and a headband, and had a devilish face.

Chen Xuan was dressed in blue, had white hair and a youthful face, a long white beard, and his hair was tied with a white headband.

The two of them looked like one old and one young, forming a sharp contrast.

The two of them standing together don't look like close friends at all, they clearly look like father and son.

Yun Che lightly raised his hand, and the Imperial Message that was originally floating in the sky, as if summoned, landed steadily in his hand.

He turned around, faced Chen Xuan, and presented the imperial edict with both hands, his tone filled with unquestionable majesty: "Brother Chen Xuan, accept the edict."

Chen Xuan took the imperial edict, and with a movement of his spiritual consciousness, the imperial edict disappeared without a trace in his hand.

He gently patted Yun Che's shoulder and said with a hint of blame, "Yun Che, you didn't even discuss such a major matter as training a disciple for Ascension with me in advance?"

Yun Che raised his eyebrows slightly, and then a look of majesty appeared on his face: "I am only here to inform you. This is the order of the Heavenly Emperor, and there is no room for negotiation."

After saying this, he turned around, facing the cultivators below, and said sternly: "Fellow cultivators, you can return to your own sects to practice, and wait for me to notify you who will be accepted as my disciple."

Xu Wan, who was standing aside, didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she saw Yun Che's domineering look.

She muttered to herself, "Master, you are too domineering, aren't you?

With your arrival, even your adoptive father has to step aside, and Lingshan has let you take charge...

If you're like this, I wouldn't dare marry you. Maybe you'll be one way in love and another way after marriage."

The monks all stood up, extremely excited, with gratitude and admiration shining in their eyes.

After collectively bowing and expressing their deep gratitude to Yun Che, they simultaneously threw their swords into the air.

Then, he leaped up and landed steadily on the sword, then began to fly on the sword, rushing towards the direction of his sect.