Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 12 Big News
In the southwestern part of the cultivation world, the four seasons are distinct, and this period of time is the coldest.
It was snowing heavily and the sky was gloomy.
In the air, a purple sword light flashed among the clouds, and behind it, there were several spots of light, which were traces of someone flying a sword with various kinds of true energy flashing.
On the ancient-looking purple flying sword at the head, a man with a stern face, long hair draped over his shoulders, and wearing a purple robe was standing on it with his hands behind his back.
The true power isolated the heavy snow from the outside world. Wherever it passed, the snowflakes and clouds turned into snow powder in an instant as if encountering a sharp blade.
Faintly, there were twinkling lights coming from afar.
It turned out to be another team of cultivators flying in the air.
In this cold weather with heavy snow all over the sky, two teams of cultivators rushed towards each other.
The purple-robed young man lowered his head slightly, his eyes instantly becoming sharp and full of fighting intent.
Both sides discovered each other and slowed down their sword speed, but neither side thought of avoiding.
A hundred meters away, the two teams stopped in mid-air and confronted each other, and the situation became tense in an instant.
"I was wondering who it was. It turned out to be Brother Hua Rongxu from the Yuanji Sword Sect. We met at the Ancient Immortal Battlefield last time. How are you?"
The leading cultivator on the other side was wearing a white brocade robe with blue patterns. He had fair skin, clear features, and a noble air. He seemed to be familiar with the cultivator in purple and greeted him.
The Yuanji Sword Sect is ranked twelfth among the top thirty-three sects and is extremely powerful.
"Brother Qianji, how are you?" Hua Rongxu rarely smiled.
He pointed out Qianji's identity. In fact, how could the young cultivator behind him not know that this was the talented disciple of Huangmen, who ranked tenth among the top thirty-three sects?
“Haha.” Qianji laughed: “We fought side by side in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, but now we are each serving different masters. It’s really sad.”
Hua Rongxu smiled when he heard this, but his heart was gloomy.
"Fighting side by side? Everyone knows that if the other party had the chance, they would definitely trip you up and take ruthless action. How dare you say that."
"Brother Qianji, I heard that you once found an ancient immortal relic in the forbidden forest area, and your Taoism has made great progress. Congratulations!" Hua Rongxu ignored the saying that everyone serves their own master, and spoke like an old friend.
The several young cultivators behind him were all Nirvana geniuses, and the one with the lowest cultivation level was at the fourth Nirvana level. Their faces changed when they heard what he said.
The forbidden forest covers a very large area, and there are even monsters that have just condensed their energy living on the outskirts. The deeper you go, the more monsters in the foundation-building stage appear in groups, and each monster has amazing magical powers and talents. Therefore, although there are opportunities everywhere, it is called a forbidden area by the cultivation world.
No matter whether it is a Nirvana genius or a foundation-building cultivator, one must be cautious when going there. If one is not careful, he will become food for monsters.
It is not difficult to enter the restricted area . The difficulty lies in Qianji's ability to enter it and find a rare opportunity. Regardless of whether there is anyone to protect him, he has already proved his strength.
Seeing that the other party pointed out his information, Qianji smiled and said:
"Brother Hua, don't laugh at me. I have too many distracting thoughts, unlike you who are focused and have cultivated the Xuanyuan Purple Sword Art inherited by the sect to the fifth level, even surpassing many of the sect's elders. I admire you."
Hua Rongxu kept smiling, but his heart was gloomy. He had made a breakthrough in sword skills not long ago, and only a limited number of people in the sect knew about it, but it was revealed by Qianji in one go.
It seems that Master Ji's side has conducted a very thorough investigation of his intelligence.
"This time, Master Ji is determined to kill Ji Ba. If Brother Qianji can kill Ji Ba first, I'm afraid Master Ji will use him even more." Hua Rong continued.
"My talent is mediocre. Master Ji has so many talented people under him. I am just a vanguard. Besides, Ji Ba has been missing for several months. I am just trying my luck. If Brother Hua takes action, he will surely succeed immediately. By then, Master Tian will definitely look at Brother Murong differently."
"Come out in this weather and try your luck? Are you kidding me?"
Hua Rong continued to smile without saying anything, snorting in his heart.
"By the way, there are rumors that Blood Prince's men also regard this chicken-eating tournament as a turmoil, and they also want Ji Ba's inheritance. Among them is your old rival Luo Lie, so you better be careful."
"Don't worry about me, brother. If he dares to come, just kill him. It's getting late, for Brother Hua's sake, I will pretend that I have never seen you. Goodbye."
As he spoke, a cultivator from Qianji flew past on his sword.
The moment they passed each other, the smiles on Hua Rongxu and Qianji's faces disappeared instantly, turning into coldness.
"Captain, I heard that Qianji's team had conflicts with several of our teams. Many brothers died in his hands. Even Zhang Hong, the captain of the fourth team..." A cultivator who had reached the fourth nirvana said respectfully. He respected Hua Rongxu like a god, and his subconscious thought was why he didn't avenge his fallen brothers.
"If he and I knew we couldn't do anything to each other, we would have already started fighting. Why would we have wasted our time talking to him?"
"After all, this is a chicken-eating competition, not a big fight between the two sides."
"The local situation is becoming increasingly chaotic. It is said that people from Prince Xue's faction have also joined in to fish in troubled waters. Everyone, be alert and be careful."
"yes."
The sword light moved again, and several people flew away on their swords, cutting through the wind and snow.
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"Editor-in-Chief Cui, someone is looking for you."
"Who is it?" Chief Editor Cui was directing a subordinate. The man had messy hair and looked unkempt .
"That man claims to have big news." The messenger spoke in a loud voice.
Big news? Editor-in-Chief Cui's eyes lit up.
There are two major intelligence sects in the cultivation world, namely Tianji Sect and Linglong Pavilion, and the competition is quite fierce.
In secret, the trade of information on the whereabouts of masters, flaws in their martial arts, and relics and spiritual objects is rampant.
On the surface, the communication jade slips that carry anecdotes and rumors about the cultivation world constitute the largest industry of the two major intelligence sects.
In the southwest region, Linglong Pavilion's influence spread all over the world. Chief Editor Cui was the chief editor who released the jade slips of communication to the outside world in the southwest region and was responsible for the editing and review of the jade slips' content.
Hearing this, he walked out, dragging his cloth shoes on, cursing as he walked.
"It must be that bunch of stinky casual cultivators."
"If the entire cultivation world hadn't been following the PUBG tournament during this period, how could you guys meet me, the editor-in-chief, whenever you want?"
With a rustle, he lifted the door curtain made of sandalwood beads and came into the hall.
"I'm warning you, if this is gossip that everyone knows, I guarantee you'll be in big trouble!"
In the hall, Wang Chen was sitting there, holding a jade message slip in his hand. He was concentrating on it, his face was ashen.
This jade slip is the highest-level communication jade slip issued by Linglou Pavilion.
At this time, he was checking out a so-called large-scale documentary interview titled "No matter how good your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a sneak attack."
"Why did the Six Paths Sword, such an upright inheritance, become so... despicable in Jiba's hands?"
The disciple Kongse, who was sitting down as the dean of the Jialan Discipline Institute, said so.
"He himself is all right."
"However, even the two swords have become insignificant. We all saw the two swords blocking Xue Wuxue's Sun-Breaking Sword and besieging them. That's a case of outnumbered people, using the majority to bully the minority!" Linglong Pavilion invited a famous guest to give a special commentary.
"Especially the small sword. Its movements were so strange, its timing so precise, and its actions so vulgar. It was just like a thief holding a brick and launching a sneak attack."
"I still can't believe that someone as strong as Xue Wuxue was beaten to death by Ji Bayi!" This is how the reporter with a strong sense of justice summed it up.
"The Chicken Eating Contest is necessary!"
Subsequent reports even reported comments such as "the heroic spirit is immortal and good cannot prevail over evil", and mourned in a sad tone the members of Ji Gongzi's combat team who were killed by Ji Ba in a despicable way during the chicken-eating tournament.
Snap!
The jade slip turned into powder under Wang Chen's hands and slid down with a rustling sound.
The public opinion in the cultivation world is too unprincipled!
Wang Chen was furious. He looked sideways and saw a sloppy middle-aged man standing beside him.
"Who are you?" he asked impatiently.
Editor-in-Chief Cui was shocked. He himself had only reached the perfect stage of Qi Condensation. When the man in front of him cursed in a low voice just now, he felt a strong sense of oppression.
"He is a master and we cannot offend him. However, my Linglong Pavilion has a respected status and we cannot lose face." Editor-in-Chief Cui secretly made up his mind.
"I...I am Cui Yiwen, the editor-in-chief of Linglong Pavilion's Southwest Headquarters. I heard that you have big news, fellow Taoist?"
"Big news?" Wang Chen stood up with a very ugly look on his face.
"Linglong Pavilion spread false information and was eventually retaliated. The Southwest Headquarters was razed to the ground and the editor-in-chief Cui Yiwen died. Is this news big enough?"
