Chapter 329: Guiyuan Sword (Qiong) Sect
“Ahhhhhh!”
"Damn Wuwang Sect, I, Long Aotian, will never coexist with you!"
"Once I escape, I will destroy the Wuwang Sect!"
“Ahhhh! It hurts!”
"Disciples, turn down the heat! I'm almost done!"
The screams of Long Aotian coming from the temple became louder and louder, and the sound was so shrill that it could make the listeners cry and feel sad.
"Brother, are we going too far?"
The short Guidi felt a little reluctant, but the eldest brother Guitian said very seriously: "We are doing this for the good of Master. Our cultivation is not enough, so we can only resort to this last resort to save Master."
"well."
Fatty Gui Xuan sighed deeply: "It's all because of our lack of strength, otherwise why would Master be in this state and suffer the pain of being burned by the fire."
"It seems that it was the Wuwang Sect that harmed Master."
The thin man's eyes turned around, with a hint of doubt in his clever eyes: "But, when did Master change his name? Did he change it to Long Aotian?"
"Long Aotian..."
Guitian savored it and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This name is outstanding! Aotian cultivation is the style of our generation. The master is indeed a master! The master's heart of Taoism is proud of the sky!"
"Yes, this number sounds domineering."
"At least it's a Dao name that only a Jindan-stage cultivator can have!"
"Master survived this disaster and will definitely be able to break through to the Golden Core!"
The other disciples nodded in agreement, and they all thought that the master's change of Taoist name was a brilliant idea.
While the disciples were discussing, the fire grew more and more intense, and Long Aotian's screams became weaker and weaker, until gradually his curses and screams could no longer be heard.
Gui Tian listened attentively for a while, then turned to the other disciples and said, "It seems that the time is almost right. The master has fainted, and the restriction should be broken."
"Come on, put out the fire."
Gui Tian took the lead in making a hand gesture, and he pointed at the burning temple and said, "Collect!"
The disciples stretched out their hands one after another, and wisps of flames left the temple. They used spells to take back their own elixir fire.
As the fire of the cultivation pill disappeared, the entire temple took shape. The already dilapidated temple was now covered with a dark mark of burning.
At this time, a strong wind blew.
“Boom!”
The temple could not bear the damage and finally collapsed.
Guitian's expression suddenly changed: "Master!"
This temple actually suppressed the master!
The master has been seriously injured and burned by the elixir fire. If he is hit by the ruins of the temple again, I'm afraid he will die on the spot, right?
Guitian became anxious, and rushed into the temple ruins with his fellow apprentices and began digging the ruins.
After a while, the ruins were opened up by the disciples' spiritual energy, and Long Aotian was dug out.
Long Aotian had his eyes closed, his body was charred black, and there was a faint smell of meat.
Gui Tian stretched out his hand to sniff his breath and breathed a sigh of relief: "Master is still alive, our modern master is back to the sect."
"good."
The fellow apprentices nodded, and hurriedly carried their master, and left.
Those in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot fly, and the disciples naturally cannot control the wind, but as practitioners, their walking speed is also very fast.
In just a few steps, they could reach a distance of several miles. Perhaps because of the bumpy ride, Long Aotian uttered meaningless murmurs of pain on the backs of his disciples.
"Wow... It's so hard for me. I don't want to play games anymore."
"I want to work hard, I miss my parents..."
"This game is really difficult, even more difficult than life..."
Long Aotian didn’t know what he was dreaming about, and even tears were faintly falling.
The disciples couldn't hear clearly what Long Aotian was muttering, but they could feel his sadness and most of them felt the same way.
Gui Tian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with anger: "Damn Wuwang Sect, they are really going too far."
My master has been bullied so badly.
If we had not practiced for a short time and our cultivation level was not high, we would have definitely killed and settled the score with the Wuwang Sect!
…
Fortunately, this temple is not too far from the mountain gate of Guiyuan Sword Sect, and it only takes an hour to walk back to the sect.
"Quick! Third brother, take out the Miao Yuan Dan that you treasured! Give it to the master!"
"Old Four, where is the Qi-nourishing Pill you stole from the Three Immortal Sect last time? Take it out too!"
"Second brother, go pick up those spiritual herbs from the back mountain, grind them up and boil them for Master to drink."
As soon as he returned to the sect, the eldest brother Guitian immediately began to prepare to treat the master.
Guiyuan Sword Sect is very poor.
Ever since the previous generation leader ran away from home to compete for immortality, the Guiyuan Sword Sect, which was not strong to begin with, has become even poorer.
As disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect, although everyone does not receive many spiritual stones, elixirs and other cultivation resources every month, at least the sect still gives them to them.
But now...
Didn’t you hear that the fourth brother is going to other sects to steal elixirs for cultivation?
As for the spirit stone, the boss Guitian had the good fortune to see it for the last time two years ago, and he has never had the chance to see it again since then.
The previous generation of the sect leader had already controlled the financial power, and he did not leave anything behind when he left. The Guiyuan Sword Sect was extremely poor, and those disciples who could escape did so under the pretext of looking for the whereabouts of the sect leader.
In the entire Guiyuan Sword Sect, there are only Long Aotian and his four disciples.
Even the so-called outer disciples had all run away. No one had visited Guiyuan Sword Sect in the past three years, and they couldn't even find new disciples.
Because I’m poor!
Cultivating the truth, what you cultivate is wealth! companions! Dharma! Land!
The Guiyuan Sword Sect was not involved either. Even mortals did not want to come and become its disciple, because the mortal children in the nearby towns were too poor, and there was no future in becoming its disciple.
If any prisoner has some talent for cultivating immortals, wouldn't it be better for him to go to Wuwang Sect? Wouldn't it be better for him to go to Sanxian Sect? There are still many small sects around here.
"Big Brother, these are the last few spiritual herbs we have. I was planning to wait until they are a little more mature, and then go to the Three Immortals Gate next month to exchange them for half a foundation-building pill for you. "
"Don't say that. I can build my foundation even without the elixir. Ancient cultivators fought against the symbols of heaven and earth and all kinds of beasts. Did they ever need this external object to help? Saving the master is the most important thing now!"
"But now every cultivator cannot live without elixirs, especially foundation-building elixirs! This is your future, Big Brother..."
"But what lies before you now is the master's life!"
Guitian snatched the herbs from Guixuan's hand, rushed into the alchemy room, and started to make a fire to boil the medicine.
The alchemy room of Guiyuan Sword Sect hasn't had a fire for three years. Even the furnace for refining medicine was sold in exchange for supplies for cultivation. Now they can only use ordinary cauldrons to make fire and boil medicine.
Soon, the elixir was boiled into soup. Guitian carefully held the herbs and a spoon and fed his master mouthful by mouthful.
The disciples sat cross-legged beside their master's bed, looking at Long Aotian's miserable appearance with his eyes closed, and everyone held their breath.
I'm not angry at my master, nor am I angry at the Guiyuan Sword Sect for being too poor.
This is an indescribable emotion. In short, I feel anxious and my spiritual life seems a little dull.
at this time.
"Wow!"
Long Aotian immediately opened his eyes and spat out the elixir in his mouth: "What the hell is this? Why is it so bitter!"
Thanks to the effect of the elixir, Long Aotian's health bar has almost recovered, and his internal injuries have also been mostly healed.
"ah!"
"Master, this is our senior brother's future! Why are you vomiting?"
Gui Huang felt extremely distressed, and quickly climbed forward, held up his sleeves, and carefully used his spiritual energy to gather together the elixir soup that was stained with mud on the ground.
"I'll remove the dust and purify it later. It should still be usable."
Gui Huang held the ball of spiritual energy in his hand and said, "Even if I can't exchange it for the Foundation Establishment Pill, Senior Brother will be able to gain more spiritual energy if he drinks it."
Long Aotian looked up at the dusty soup wrapped in the ball of spiritual energy in Gui Huang's hand, then looked at the half bowl of spiritual energy soup that Gui Tian placed in front of him. It was pitch black and looked very unpalatable.
Long Aotian was confused: "Is this medicine still drinkable after it's spilled?"
Disciples, you are too frugal.
Long Aotian inherited the memory and knew that his sect was very poor, but he still underestimated the extent of its poverty.
A bowl of medicine was spilled on the ground and became dirty, but you actually have to use spiritual energy to pick it up?
"How can this be the Guiyuan Sword Sect?"
Long Aotian raised his head and sighed: "This is clearly the Guiyuan Qiong Sect!"
The disciples smiled bitterly, lowered their heads and remained silent.
Although Long Aotian seemed unconscious along the way, he actually remained awake because the laws of the world were protecting his soul and mind.
Long Aotian knew what his disciples had done and he was deeply touched.
Although these disciples are a group of NPCs, real life is also a game, so this game can also be regarded as his real life.
"Forget it! Forget it!"
Long Aotian sighed and suddenly laughed: "It seems that as a master, I have to bleed a little today."
"My disciples, watch out! Today, I will let you know what a rich man is!"
"Cultivate immortals, cultivate immortals, and in the future we will return to Yuanqiong Sect and become the richest immortal sect!"
