Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 37: Lotus Blossoms at Every Step
Although Murong Xumu was inferior to Shui Yunyao in both fame and strength, he was no match for Bai Linhu, so he did not hide anything at all. He even carefully went through Shui Yunyao's past several times, and even implicitly mentioned Shui Yunyao's youth and impulsiveness.
But the famous young cultivator in front of him didn't even blush.
The cold air and the people in the field who were as solid as ice for thousands of years.
Bai Linhu's slightly bent back felt a long-lost feeling of fatigue.
After an unknown amount of time, Murong Xumu stood up and walked out. His figure was as tall and straight as a chilling immortal sword.
"Farewell, Master Murong."
Bai Linhu bowed with his fists clasped, and saluted with great respect to Murong Xumu who was walking with his back to him. A group of Baihua Gang members echoed in unison, and then, all pairs of eyes were fixed on that perfect back.
Some people even felt a sense of honor to meet their idol. After all, Murong Xumu was a well-known genius in the entire cultivation world. He usually only existed in legends. Seeing him today, it would be a topic of conversation worth having when meeting those young cultivators who were just starting out or the prostitutes who sang little songs in the Baihua Restaurant in the future.
As Murong Xumu left, the large ice chair behind him burst out with a fierce but invisible cold air, which slowly dissipated.
"Whether Shui Yunyao betrayed Young Master Tian by being unruly or performing strange ghost arts, she is just a name for nothing. With his cultivation level, he was able to fail against a lowly cultivator.
"Although I heard from the gang leader that the casual cultivator is quite handsome, it's a pity that she usually looks so saintly that I look up to her."
"I didn't expect that she was such a voluptuous and despicable person..."
"In the ranking competition of the cultivation world, Shui Yunyao ranked much higher than me. This time, I failed. Considering the current clues, could it be that the casual cultivator is special? I heard from the gang leader that the casual cultivator has an extremely obscene nickname. The fact that he dared to give such a nickname proves that he is very confident. Maybe it is related to Shui Yunyao's downfall..."
The Baihua Gang's reception hall is three stories high.
Murong Xumu walked slowly and calmly, thinking about the clues he had. He walked out the door, but did not go downstairs. He just walked in the air step by step, and with every step, there were ice lotuses blooming under his feet.
At this moment, many cultivators had gathered around the Baihua Gang's base, most of whom were planning to ask Bai Linhu for some information about Shui Yunyao. However, they were attracted by the figure in the air.
Looking up, I saw the elegant light blue clothes, the long hair dancing in the wind, and the colorful ice lotus under the sunlight.
"It's Master Xu Mu!"
Screams were heard and many beautiful female cultivators cast admiring glances at him.
There were even some infatuated female cultivators whose faces flushed, their eyes filled with disbelief. They covered their mouths, trying their best not to scream out.
Because according to rumors, Murong Xumu doesn't like noisy women.
It's as unreal as if the idol you have been madly admiring for a long time appears right in front of you.
Murong Xumu's steps were like lotus flowers blooming in the sky, and his exquisite and enchanting face gave people a feeling of suffocation. Female cultivators with extraordinary backgrounds, daughters of gang leaders, and even the proud daughters of unattainable sects in the cultivation world wanted to come forward to talk to him and establish some fate with him, but they were all frightened away by his cold temperament. After much hesitation, they couldn't help but feel ashamed and stopped to move forward, wishing they could humble themselves and turn into ice lotuses to be stepped on by him.
Murong Xumu glanced downward with his cold and deep eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"A bunch of vulgar people."
It was this smile that instantly made the few eyes fixed on his face lose their focus.
"Miss, Miss..."
Panic calls rang out from the crowd. A female cultivator was so excited that she fainted.
Murong Xumu stood in the air, and the invisible cold air condensed instantly and turned into an ice crystal phoenix. He stood on the back of the ice phoenix with his hands behind his back. In the colorful light scattered by the sunlight penetrating the ice crystals, he instantly turned into a beautiful and dazzling light spot in the sky.
Without taking away a cloud.
Leaving behind a reluctant look.
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When Xiaoyao woke up, the sky was just beginning to turn pale. Then, the first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the mist in the forest and fell on Wang Chen's face. He was unaware and was still practicing with his eyes closed.
"He's a ruthless man."
Xiaoyao didn't even know when Wang Chen got up to practice.
Xiaoyao had experienced Wang Chen's almost crazy state of practice many times. Back then, under the deep cliff, although Xiaoyao didn't know that Wang Chen's practice had a shortcut of devouring spiritual power, the fact that Wang Chen spent most of his time in practice every day was enough to make her amazed.
Looking at Wang Chen's serious face while practicing, Xiaoyao stared blankly for a long time.
"I didn't expect this guy to be so pleasing to the eye when he's serious." She thought secretly.
Just as she was thinking this, Wang Chen opened his eyes.
Xiaoyao was startled and looked away guiltily, looking left and right in a pretentious manner.
However, Wang Chen did not notice that Xiaoyao was peeking at him. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the sharp Qinggang dagger suddenly floated out.
While Xiaoyao was confused, as Wang Chen changed the spell in his hands , a ball of extremely cold ice mist swirled around the side of the green dagger and condensed rapidly.
Under the sunlight, colorful ice dust was flying, and with a crackling sound, it quickly condensed into a blue ice crystal stick.
Wang Chen seemed to be extremely satisfied with the results of his overnight training, and said with some pride: "See, this is completely different from those low-end Taoist techniques such as Vajra Body and Shura Fist, and the Ice Soul Sword."
He specifically emphasized the Vajra Body because Xiaoyao mentioned yesterday when he looked down on him that he only knew basic spells like the Vajra Body. It seems that although he didn't say it, he cared a lot in his heart.
This spell was found in Qinglin's storage ring after he touched the corpse. It was one of the few Taoist spells besides the several vicious spells of this poisonous kid, and it was an advanced version of the basic spell, the Ice Sword.
The flying sword technique that Bai Qinglin used to surprise attack Wang Chen that day was the Ice Sword. Wang Chen also knew this basic sword technique and had practiced it to perfection. Therefore, his foundation for practicing the more advanced Ice Soul Sword was very solid. Of course, this was also the reason why he decided to practice the Ice Soul Sword first.
After a night of contemplation, he put his inner energy to the test and found that he was indeed able to condense the icy mist into ice crystals. Although the appearance was far from that of a sword, he was still overjoyed and couldn't help feeling a little proud.
Xiaoyao looked at the large icicle floating in the air and asked suspiciously: "Ice Soul...Sword?"
Wang Chen did not answer, but made some hand gestures. With a "puff", the icicle suddenly emitted a fierce cold air , which instantly condensed a layer of ice crystals on the affected branches and leaves.
"This Ice Soul Sword has several variations. If I weren't so naturally gifted, I'm afraid it would take me some time to comprehend it."
"I just like the way you talk nonsense in a serious manner..." Xiaoyao felt that the Bingpo Sword in front of her looked more like a popsicle, which looked quite delicious.
In the blink of an eye, the popsicle swept across Xiaoyao's translucent body with a whistling sound.
Before Xiaoyao could finish her words, she was hit by a stick unexpectedly. She said angrily, "Wang Chen! Honest words are unpleasant to the ear!"
She wanted to say something else, but she heard a muffled explosion not far away, and actually the sound of a fight.
Wang Chen remained silent and slid down the tree silently.
