"Yawn..."
Ji Mo had been sneezing uncontrollably for the past two days.
He rubbed his nose, feeling something was off.
"Seriously, it's not like someone's been thinking about me nonstop, missing me day and night, right?"
He pinched his fingers and cast a divination for himself, his face instantly turning a kaleidoscope of colors.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. It must be that my Five Arts of Metaphysics aren't proficient enough, and I've made a mistake."
Ji Mo shook his head like a rattle drum, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
A peach blossom calamity, specifically with someone of the same gender, arriving with overwhelming force, and the most ferocious kind!
Even he, who was usually thick-skinned and simple-minded, was so startled that his scalp tingled and a chill ran down his spine.
This was unbelievably absurd!
"I've always been helpful, done good deeds, and accumulated virtue. I shouldn't encounter such a mess. I must have calculated it wrong."
He tried to calm himself down, and after a while, he managed to regain his composure.
After thinking it over, there was no source of a peach blossom calamity on him.
After all, he had always been restrained in matters of the heart, even consciously keeping his distance from the opposite sex, not being overly intimate, and certainly not getting entangled with anyone of the same gender.
Ji Mo rode his Heavenly Steed, traveling and enjoying the magnificent scenery of Jinxiu Prefecture, heading unhurriedly towards his destination.
The headquarters of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect was located in the Shallow Sun Forest.
The Shallow Sun Forest was vast, boasting numerous immortal realms and ancient sites, such as the Valley of Wind, the Stream of Clouds and Rainbows, and the Dawn-Dyed Snow Mountain.
Recently, the Shallow Sun Forest had become incredibly lively.
Many cultivators from Jinxiu Prefecture were flocking there, and even numerous powerhouses from other prefectures, drawn by reputation, had arrived.
The selection of the new Sect Master of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect was about to begin. It was a grand event, attracting countless onlookers eager to witness the spectacle.
After all, what could be more interesting and exciting than four beauties tearing each other apart?
Moreover, the Saintesses of the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon sects had always been exceptionally beautiful, making them incredibly difficult to meet under normal circumstances.
With such a rare opportunity, those old lechers naturally seized the chance to witness the beauty of the Four Saintesses up close.
This year, the Saintesses of the Wind, Flower, and Snow sects were all well-known and renowned.
However, the Saintess of the Moon sect had never been heard of.
Thus, out of curiosity, many people were inquiring about the background of this young lady Ji Mo.
Everyone was completely bewildered by the Moon sect's recommendation of this Saintess without any prior notice; they had never heard of her.
However, to build momentum for Ji Mo, the Moon sect had deliberately spread the poem "Shuidiao Getou: When Will the Bright Moon Appear," which gave outsiders a preliminary understanding of this mysterious Saintess.
Of course, for certain reasons, Ji Mo's gender as male had not been revealed to the outside world.
This was because the higher-ups of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect were still bickering, with objections to a man being selected as Saintess.
According to common sense, a Saintess must be a woman. Thus, the unfortunate Ji Mo was perceived by outsiders as a talented woman, and a very aloof one at that.
A peerless poem and a name full of imagination were all it took for Ji Mo to capture the hearts of many old lechers, attracting considerable attention and discussion.
"What does Miss Ji look like? Tall or short, fat or thin, what is her appearance?"
"Do you even need to ask? She must be a beauty who can topple cities and nations. The Moon sect controls the brothel industry. Every disciple under them is fair-skinned, beautiful, and possesses long legs. Moreover, they are proficient in all arts, from playing musical instruments to singing."
"That's right. Although the Moon sect's strength is at the bottom, their beauties have always been of high quality. Even if we take a step back and consider that Miss Ji Mo can write poetry like 'When Will the Bright Moon Appear,' even if she were an ugly woman, in my heart, she would be the most radiant."
"Ah, Miss Ji Mo, you truly haunt my dreams."
...
Ji Mo had not yet appeared, but discussions about him were already causing a stir throughout the Shallow Sun Forest.
Countless men were itching with anticipation, dreaming of catching a glimpse of Ji Mo's beauty.
Some were also inquiring everywhere, willing to pay exorbitant prices for any information related to Ji Mo, just to learn more about this mysterious Saintess of the Moon sect.
"I didn't expect the territory of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect to be so prosperous."
Ji Mo, after a long journey, finally arrived at the Shallow Sun Forest.
Looking around, ancient trees towered, lush and green.
A thin mist swirled through the forest, and sunlight, like strands of golden fine sand, pierced through the leaves and branches, dappling the emerald-green grass.
Tender grass swayed, and fragrant flowers bloomed, creating a riot of colors.
Within the forest stood various buildings, including majestic palaces built against the mountains, wooden houses nestled in the treetops, and vast squares.
The place was bustling with activity, a constant flow of people and vehicles. Apart from a few disciples of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect maintaining order, almost everyone else was an outsider.
In the past, most of these cultivators would take this opportunity to exchange cultivation insights, discuss divine abilities and techniques, or trade heavenly treasures.
But now, their greatest interest was finding Miss Ji Mo.
Ji Mo, riding his Heavenly Steed, ambled through the Shallow Sun Forest.
Many cultivators brushed past him, none suspecting that he was the Miss Ji they were all eagerly searching for.
However, his attire of white robes and a white horse did attract the attention of many young celestial maidens.
Ling Lan, Bai Jingjing, and Sakura, their faces veiled, were searching for Ji Mo everywhere.
Bai Jingjing was concerned about Ji Mo and wanted to meet him.
Ling Lan and Sakura, on the other hand, were driven by curiosity, wanting to see what kind of person this Mr. Ji was, that he was unaffected by female beauty.
"Jingjing, is that Mr. Ji really as formidable as you say? According to you, we can't compare to him at all. Wouldn't the position of Sect Master then be his?"
Sakura inquired, genuinely unable to comprehend how any young person could be so monstrous, to the point that even the usually proud Bai Jingjing was willing to submit.
She suspected that Bai Jingjing might have fallen in love, seeing her beloved through rose-tinted glasses and believing him to be incredibly powerful.
Ling Lan was quite absent-minded, scanning her surroundings, her mind filled with the image of the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her.
She chimed in, "A woman in love has an IQ of zero. I believe Jingjing has fallen for his charm and is being manipulated by him. Among the thirteen prefectures of the Immortal Spirit Realm, outstanding prodigies like us are few and far between. Even if that surname Ji is a monstrous talent descended from the Nine Heavens, there's no reason for him to be this powerful. I suspect he's all a pretense."
"There's no point in saying more. You'll know when you meet him. Mr. Ji's excellence is beyond your imagination. If he becomes the Sect Master, the future of our Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect will be immeasurable."
Bai Jingjing did not argue with them. Once they interacted with Ji Mo, they would understand that she was not lying.
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
Sakura directly poured cold water, "The elders are still bickering. It won't be easy for the Moon sect to have Ji Mo become Saintess. Perhaps he doesn't even have the qualifications to compete for Sect Master."
"Ah... it's him!"
Ling Lan suddenly spotted the figure she hated to the bone, and her teeth clenched as she gave chase.