Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 73 Undercurrent
"That Jiang Yu is too arrogant!"
After the sword sacrifice ceremony, the topic of conversation among all the sect disciples changed completely.
In the past, the topics of conversation among inner and outer sect disciples, boys and girls, were mostly about how majestic the sword sacrifice ceremony was, the demeanor and bearing of the master, and meeting their core brothers and sisters.
However, at this sword sacrifice ceremony, all topics revolved around one person.
This immediately aroused the curiosity of a large number of disciples who did not participate in the sword sacrifice ceremony.
After all, some sword lineages have hundreds or even thousands of people. It is impossible for everyone to participate in the sword sacrifice ceremony like Lan Qingzi's sword lineage.
"Jiang Yu? Which Jiang Yu? Is he the Jiang Yu that the inner sect brothers are hoping every day will be kicked out of the inheritance sequence and give up his position?" a curious person asked.
"Who else could it be but him?"
"He actually dared to call us trash."
Many arrogant young cultivators are still indignant.
"But his sword energy has been praised by Senior Brother Tu Shendu, so it is indeed extraordinary."
Some people are very rational.
"Humph, what's so strange about that? He is just concentrating on studying this useless little art. If you concentrate on studying a useless spell, or even a form transformation, then wouldn't masters who are several levels higher than you be unable to do it?"
"What does this prove? Are you better than those masters?"
“That makes sense.”
"Look at him, he didn't react at all when facing Senior Brother Jun Mo's sword. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of our Grandmaster, Jiang Yu would have been dead."
"Yes! I originally had a change of heart towards him. Now I hope that Senior Brother Jun Mo can kill him with one sword."
Although these junior brothers and sisters were talking about it, everyone labeled Jiang Yu as someone who was not easy to mess with.
Anyone who dares to scold all the inner and outer disciples, even the inheritance disciples, during the sword sacrifice ceremony is simply a piece of tough meat.
Otherwise, the high and mighty Senior Brother Jun Mo would not have been pushed into the shit pit by him.
If it happens again, few people will dare to laugh at Wang Chen again.
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On the contrary, the entire Huijian Peak was filled with joy.
"Big Brother, you are so awesome this time. Look at how Jun Mo is being pinned down by our Grandmaster. He looks like a toad. It's so satisfying!"
"He pretended to be so cold at the beginning."
Zhou Shuwu said with great excitement.
"Don't call me Jun Mo when you are outside. You don't have the strength of the senior brother, and even the senior brother would have to..."
Lu Rong looked at Wang Chen, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Wang Chen nodded with a smile.
"Today's sword sacrifice ceremony made me understand something." Zhou Shuwu said with excitement in his eyes.
"I haven't worked hard enough. I'm going to practice now."
Having said that, Zhou Shuwu took his leave and went back to his little hill.
Wang Chen also returned to the beautiful peak that originally belonged to Jiang Yu, closed his eyes and recalled today's sword sacrifice ceremony.
He felt that the formula recited by Gu Qianyin seemed to contain a hint of artistic conception.
However, this artistic conception is vague, difficult to understand and grasp.
As I thought of this, it was already night.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was full of stars.
"nice!"
Wang Chen looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Look how proud you are." Xiaoyao saw that Wang Chen had finished his comprehension, and floated out with a whoosh, but strangely floated up into the sky and looked around.
"What are you looking at?" Wang Chen said, and glanced at Xiao Yao, only to see the little girl floating up into the sky and looking around, and asked suspiciously.
After a long while, Xiao Yao floated down and said, "Every time you swell, something bad will happen. I'm here to help you check in advance."
Wang Chen choked.
As he spoke, he put his hands behind his head and leaned down.
The image of Jun Mo being completely helpless against Gu Qianyin's casually formed large hand flashed through his mind.
Wang Chen suddenly remembered his first encounter with Li Tiannan.
"He's just a small character who hasn't even reached the Golden Core stage yet."
He still remembered his original evaluation of Li Tiannan.
Now it seems that Li Tiannan, who is in the late stage of foundation building, is no longer a small character, but a giant in the world of cultivation!
"The great cultivator is quite powerful." He stared at the full moon in a daze.
At this moment, Wang Chen finally understood why everyone wanted to achieve nine nirvanas to build a perfect foundation for the Tao.
Because even if one builds the foundation after eight Nirvanas, one can only stop at the middle stage of foundation building for life, and it is almost impossible to break through the threshold of the late stage.
What's more, we have to pursue the illusory path of golden elixir.
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Under the cold moon, white mist lingers.
The Qiankun Sword Sect is like a holy land of immortals.
But there is an attic with endless spring scenery.
A fat cultivator in a white silk robe was lying on a large chair made of spirit stone with a look of satisfaction on his face, with precious animal skins spread beneath him.
His slightly greasy head was resting on the legs of a pretty female cultivator.
Several heavily made-up Qi Condensation practitioners were standing by. One of them stretched out two white fingers and placed a spiritual fruit to the fat practitioner's mouth.
With a whoosh, the fat cultivator narrowed his eyes and sucked it down in one gulp.
"Uncle Pan, you are in good spirits." A loud voice came from outside the door, followed by clear footsteps.
The fat cultivator did not answer, as if he already knew who the visitor was. He just turned his head slightly and looked at a handsome and tall young man who strode towards him from outside the door.
"It's rare for my nephew to come visit me." He said with a smile.
The visitor was none other than the core disciple, Jun Hou, who was the focus of everyone's attention at today's sword sacrifice ceremony.
The prince smiled without saying anything, his eyes slightly blurred as he looked at the fat cultivator in front of him.
This man's name is Pan Hua, and he is one of the ten general managers of Qiankun Sword Sect. His cultivation is mediocre. Although he is in the middle stage of foundation building, he neglects cultivation and has very low combat power. I am afraid that among the cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, there are many who can defeat him.
However, he was very sociable, and after decades of activities, he managed to get the position of general manager, in charge of the promotion assessment of all disciples of the Qiankun Sword Sect.
In the sect, the resources enjoyed by disciples at different levels, such as outer disciples and inner disciples, vary greatly. Each level up means more spirit stones and magic weapons, more advanced skills, more skilled masters, and a smoother path of cultivation.
To upgrade the level, one needs to go through various trials, and since they are trials, they are divided into different levels of difficulty. Some trials are difficult but do not threaten one's life, while others are extremely dangerous and can easily lead to death.
Therefore, Pan Hua's position is very popular. Who doesn't want to be assigned a relatively simple trial? Even most of the vein leaders have to curry favor with him, otherwise the prospects for promotion of their disciples will be worrying.
After a brief silence, the prince glanced at the female cultivators on both sides.
Pan Hua smiled and waved his fat hand. Several female cultivators stood up, bowed slightly, and left the building. Only Pan Hua and Jun Hou were left here.
"It is really a paradise. Sometimes I wonder if we cultivators, who practice life and death every day, are like a leaf that blocks our view of the true meaning of life. We are not as happy as you, Uncle Pan."
The prince smiled faintly.
"That's impossible. Everyone in the sect knows that you, my nephew, are the sect's brightest genius. How can you compare yourself to an old, languid old man like me?"
After Pan Hua finished his polite remarks, he changed the subject.
"What is it that you came to see me for this time, nephew? If I can help you, just ask."
He sat up, looking very righteous.
The prince smiled and rubbed his storage ring. Suddenly, a blue pearl as big as a fist appeared in front of him, illuminating the surroundings with a blue glow.
"Last time I went out to sea, I encountered a dragon and killed it casually, and took this dragon pill. I heard that my uncle was going to refine medicine to improve his cultivation, so I came to give it to my uncle to see if it would be of use to him."
Jiaodan is an extremely rare thing. It is already difficult to find monsters in the ocean, let alone the rarest Jiaolong.
This Jiaodan is priceless.
"You are too polite, nephew. I shouldn't have taken your things, but it just so happens that I need them, so I won't be too polite. Tell me."
Pan Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, took the Jiao Dan, and asked again.
"I want to kill someone, please help me, uncle."
When it comes to killing people, the prince doesn't even blink.
"Oh? Is it Jiang Yu?"
As the deacon of Qiankun Sword Sect, Pan Hua also participated in the sword sacrifice ceremony. He saw the conflict between Jiang Yu and Jun Mo clearly, and without pretending, he directly pointed out the purpose of Jun Hou's visit.
"Yes, that little bastard."
The prince did not hide anything.
"Although Jiang Yu's cultivation is mediocre, he is a disciple after all. Even if I am willing to help you, do you dare to kill him?"
Pan Hua roughly understood the purpose of the Lord's visit, but he was still a little confused.
"Uncle Master, don't worry. As long as turn a blind eye during the core entry trial, I will naturally find a way to kill him. After the task is completed, I will give you a valuable gift."
The prince said calmly.
"Are you sure he's dead? Judging from the strength Jiang Yu showed at the sword sacrifice ceremony today, his cultivation is quite impressive. He is a strong rival for your brother to become a core disciple. If he is not dead, and he goes back to the sect and makes a big fuss about it, it will be difficult for the higher-ups to investigate."
Pan Hua frowned and asked very cautiously.
"Master, have you ever heard of the Soul Sealing Array?"
The prince understood that if he could not impress Pan Hua, this old fox, he would certainly play Tai Chi to protect himself, so he made his plan clear.
"Haha." Pan Hua was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter.
"In the entire sect, there are no more than five clan leaders who can set up a soul-sealing formation. I forgot that your clan leader is one of them. To deal with Jiang Yu, a succession disciple, and let your clan leader take action, you are overestimating Jiang Yu."
All Pan Hua's doubts were gone and he laughed heartily.
Seeing Pan Hua's attitude at this moment, the prince realized that the matter was mostly settled, and he also smiled.
"Thank you, uncle."
“By the time you have two core disciples in your lineage, in twenty years, or even ten years, the grand occasion will be unimaginable,” Pan Hua said with narrowed eyes.
"One day, I will never forget my uncle-master." Jun Hou said wisely.
After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.
