The leader of the Qiantian Sect is very happy. This year, because of the variable Gu Yitian, their sect will no longer be at the bottom. This also means that there is hope for the future rise of the Qiantian Sect.
It's just that Taoist Boyang didn't expect that the Luochen Sect would also show up with a dark horse, and would also kill the Qingsong Sect under the horse. This was an unknown variable. At first, Taoist Boyang thought Mu Yu was here to gain knowledge, but he did not expect that he was here to gain knowledge for others.
Mu Yu looked at Gu Yitian on the stage. This was Gu Yitian's seventh competition today, and he was facing the sixteenth-ranked Juetian Sect. The strength of the Jue Tian Sect was relatively weak, and the disciples it sent were only young people who were building the foundation of the second heaven. They faced the dark horse of the Qian Tian Sect.
"Jue Tian Sect, look up to the Tianhe River."
"Qiantian Sect, Gu Yitian."
Gu Yitian looked very indifferent, holding his broad sword in his hand. The broad sword weighed more than five hundred pounds, but it was like an ordinary sword in his hand, swinging it freely. Yang Tianhe also knew about Gu Yitian, a dark horse. He did not underestimate this person. Although the spiritual power fluctuations in this person's body could hardly be felt, how could he not know about the dark horse who had won five games in a row.
Yang Tianhe is holding a long stick, which is made of fine iron and is a magic weapon. He waved his long stick, pointed his toes, and struck towards Gu Yitian. Gu Yitian didn't have any tricks. He swung his broad sword and struck it with the long stick, making metal and iron collide. Yang Tianhe felt that his hands were numb and he could hardly hold the long stick firmly.
This man has so much strength!
Yang Tianhe was horrified and flew into the air. The long stick left his hand and was spinning in the air. The shadows of the stick were overwhelming and swung towards Gu Yitian. He knew that if he fought in close quarters, he would have no chance of winning. This man's brute strength was too terrifying, so he could only fight with his spiritual power from a distance.
There was no change on Gu Yitian's face. He just manipulated the broad sword on the spot and scattered the stick shadows in the sky, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared in place. Yang Tianhe was startled, and he turned around quickly, but his chest had already received a palm. The palm left him no room to resist, and he fell directly to the bottom of the ring.
Gu Yitian turned over and fell down. This was his eighth victory.
All the competitions of the Qiantian Sect have ended today. Muyu has also won eight games, and his competitions today are also over.
"Brother Feng Dao, I really made a mistake. I didn't expect my nephew to have such a talent." Boyang Taoist said admiringly to Feng Haochen, but his eyes stayed on Mu Yu.
"Brother Boyang is too polite, but it's admirable that your sect has such a good physical practitioner." Feng Haochen said.
Mu Yu and Gu Yitian looked at each other. There was a strong fighting spirit in Gu Yitian's eyes. He seemed to regard Mu Yu as a huge enemy. Mu Yu also stared at Gu Yitian, and Feng Haochen asked him to try not to embarrass the Gantian faction. After all, the Qiantian Sect wants to revitalize the sect, but the Luochen Sect has no such plan. Those who admit it can do it.
But Muyu doesn't plan to abstain from the match against the Qiantian Sect tomorrow. He also wants to try out how powerful his physical training is. It doesn't matter whether he wins or not. Accumulating experience is the most important thing.
Two dark horses, one of them will eventually win.
At night, Master was meditating. Chengyan said he wanted to go out for a walk, but he didn't know where he went. Mu Yu also left the room. Too many things happened during the day, and there was one thing that kept him worried.
Tian Ran said that a mysterious person came here to do harm to his master, and he would most likely go to Taoist Qingsong first. Tian Ran didn't know where he had gone now. Maybe he was at Taoist Qingsong's place. He decided to check on Taoist Qingsong himself.
With his cultivation in the foundation-building period, spying on Taoist Qingsong is really asking for death. Fortunately, he has a little-known ability, which is the art of controlling wood. This ability makes him move very conveniently. He came to a forest, looked around to make sure there was no one, then blended into the trees, and then headed towards the place where Taoist Qingsong lived.
It is very simple to find where Taoist Qingsong lives. Although the Qingsong sect is large, the leader's residence is naturally extraordinary. Mu Yu can easily find Taoist Qingsong's room just by following a few disciples who serve the leader.
This is an elegant garden. There is a pond in the courtyard with goldfish swimming in it. Next to it are several peach trees, and Mu Yu is hidden in the peach trees. Taoist Qingsong hadn't come back yet, so he deliberately controlled the peach tree to tilt its branches toward the window. The window was open, so everything inside could be seen clearly.
After a long time, Taoist Qingsong finally returned to his room. There were already disciples waiting in the room to change his clothes. Another disciple brought water in to wash Taoist Qingsong's feet.
"You guys go down first!" Taoist Qingsong put on his plain clothes and said to the two serving disciples.
"Yes, disciple, please retire!" The two disciples retreated and closed the door behind them.
Taoist Qingsong walked to the window and suddenly glanced at the peach branches outside the window, which startled Mu Yu. He thought he had been discovered. However, Taoist Qingsong didn't think too much and quickly looked away. He looked at the moon outside the window, wondering what he was thinking about.
After a long time, Taoist Qingsong walked back, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate. Mu Yu watched him exhaling and taking in his breath in boredom, and said calmly that the mysterious man might come to see Taoist Qingsong. If it hadn't been for tonight, then he would have wasted his whole night. He would have a competition tomorrow!
I don't know if Tian Ran's girl is also nearby. Mu Yu is speechless when he thinks of that unreliable girl. This girl's origins are also unknown. She is looking for people everywhere to ask Jian Ying Chen Feng's whereabouts. She probably attracted that person. Attention.
Mu Yu didn't wait in vain, because the green Taoist suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and before he knew it, a person was already standing in the room. Mu Yu was shocked, he had no idea when that person appeared there!
"Who are you?"
Taoist Qingsong was greatly shocked. He stood up and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. The other party suddenly appeared in this room. He didn't know how he came in. It was so sudden that he didn't even notice it.
This man was wearing red clothes. He looked very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was very handsome. However, the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from his body made Taoist Qingsong feel extremely palpitated. It was definitely not the cultivation level of the Jindan stage. , if the other party is not at the Golden Core stage, then doesn’t this mean that the young man in front of him is at the Nascent Soul stage
How can this be!
Mu Yu didn't dare to make any movement in the tree. He stared blankly at this young man. At such a young age, could he be the mysterious man Tian Ran said? If his cultivation level really comes towards the master, then the master will really be in trouble.
"Are you the person with the highest cultivation level here? It's a pity that there is no one to guide you. It's too difficult for you to reach the Nascent Soul stage." The young man in red said lightly.
"Your Excellency has such a high level of cultivation, what is the purpose of coming here?"
Taoist Qingsong felt that he was threatened. The appearance of this young man was like a huge stone pressing on his chest. He had been in the world of cultivation for so many years, and no one had made him feel so terrible.
The man in red smiled: "What am I doing here?"
A terrifying aura suddenly enveloped the entire room, like a violent wind sweeping in, wrapping Taoist Qingsong. For the first time, Taoist Qingsong felt his own insignificance. It seemed that as long as the other party moved his finger, he would disappear. , that feeling of powerlessness filled Taoist Qingsong's whole body, making him unable to think of any resistance.
The breath of the young man in red only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, while Taoist Qingsong's whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
"You, are you a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Taoist Qingsong took a few steps back in disbelief.
"You have been trapped in the Golden Core Ninth Level for at least ten years, right? How about we make a deal?" The young man in red said slowly.
Taoist Qingsong took a deep breath, slowly calmed down his heart, and then asked: "Since you have cultivated to heaven and entered the realm of Nascent Soul, what can I provide you?"
"I can help you break through to Nascent Soul." The young man in red looked at Taoist Qingsong and slowly uttered these words.
"What!" Taoist Qingsong was startled. He thought he heard wrongly. Can this person help him enter the Nascent Soul stage that he dreamed of? Isn't this a foolish dream
Taoist Qingsong was in a state of excitement. He had been trapped in the Nine Heavens of the Golden Core for ten years. He always felt that he could not penetrate the secrets of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his attempts at seclusion ended in failure. He is now a giant in the world of cultivation, respected by thousands of people, and no one will have any regrets in his life.
Only he himself understood that the situation that was clearly within reach but always just a little short of it made him miserable. The ultimate goal of every cultivator is to reach a higher realm. He always feels that he has touched the barrier, but has never been able to break through that layer of window paper.
"The direction of your cultivation has always been wrong. No one has guided you. You will only be trapped in the ninth level of Jindan for the rest of your life." The man in red continued, "I can help you realize what you want, so we need to do A deal."
Countless thoughts flashed through Taoist Qingsong's mind. Being in the Nascent Soul stage was really a very tempting thing, but he knew that it would not be easy at this time because he would not be rewarded for his efforts. He slowly calmed down. He was not a fool. As a benchmark in the world of cultivation, he had a clear mind: "What do I need to pay?"
"You become my servant." The young man in red said slowly.
Taoist Qingsong's face changed slightly, and then he snorted: "Absolutely impossible! How could I, the leader of a dignified sect, be so humble? You should find someone else!"
Let Taoist Qingsong be a servant? If other people in the world of cultivation knew this, they would definitely think that the young man in red was crazy. What is the identity of Taoist Qingsong? He is the number one person in the Moyun Mountains, and no one in the entire world of cultivation dares to disrespect him, but this young man in red wants to accept Taoist Qingsong as his servant
"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean. Let's put it another way. The Jiuhua master in the Moyun Mountains is almost the same as you. If I accept the head of the Jiuhua sect as a servant, then your Qingsong sect will not exist. Necessary. All your lifelong inheritance and all your proud disciples will die, so I give you a chance to choose. If you don't cherish it, your own path will come to an end." The young man in red said coldly.
"If I surrender to you, then what's the point of the Qingsong Sect's foundation?" Qingsong Taoist feels that he has been insulted. The head of the Qingsong Sect, who is respected by everyone, wants to become someone else's servant? How ridiculous!
"You have a daughter named Qingmei. She doesn't seem to be in her room at the moment." The young man in red changed the topic and said very casually.
Taoist Qingsong was shocked. When the young man in red mentioned the word Qingmei, he suddenly became uneasy.
"Qingmei—what did you do to my daughter?" Taoist Qingsong opened his eyes wide and began to panic. Qingmei was everything to him, and no father would neglect his daughter.
"Then it depends on your choice."
"Despicable!" Taoist Qingsong said angrily.
"You are not as good as me in terms of cultivation. I don't need to use your daughter as a blackmail. Your daughter is just another bargaining chip. If you don't obey me, all that will be left for you is death. You are not afraid of death, but you have been famous in the world of cultivation for so many years. , I’m afraid there are a lot of people offended, right? After you die, how many people will spread their resentment on your daughter? I don’t need to do anything then, someone will naturally deal with your daughter for me. "
The young man in red snorted. With his strength, there was no need to threaten him with hostages. He mentioned Qingmei just to tell Taoist Qingsong that once something happened to Taoist Qingsong, his daughter's situation would be worrying.
Taoist Qingsong turned pale for a moment, and the words of the young man in red were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart. He single-handedly made the Qingsong Sect bigger, and naturally offended many people. In order to secure his position as the leader of the cultivation world, he also did many shameful things. Although everyone respects him on the surface, many people hate him more or less in their hearts.
For example, he created the rules for school selection and monopolized all talented disciples, so that other sects could not get talented disciples at all. Other sects dared not speak out because of his cultivation. If he died, then his daughter would The end will definitely not be easy!
Taoist Qingsong's tense body suddenly collapsed, and he sat heavily on the chair. He was already over eighty years old. In his later years, he got a daughter, whom he loved very much. It was his heart and soul. The Qingsong Sect is gone, and he can build it again, but he only has one daughter, and he loves his daughter even more than his own life.
He sighed, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years, his white hair had drooped down, and he was struggling inside.
On the one hand, it is his dignity. He has always been a person above ten thousand people in the world of cultivation, but now he is asked to become the servant of a young man in red. Even if he dies, he will not do such a despicable thing! But on the one hand, there is his daughter. As a father, he has no choice.
The young man in red is a Nascent Soul cultivator. If he wants to kill someone, how can he escape with his own cultivation? He can die, what about Qingmei
"thump!"
Taoist Qingsong knelt on the ground, his body trembling, showing unwillingness and humiliation. In the past, only others would grovel in front of him, but now he knelt down in front of a young man because his skills were inferior to others.
"Please let my daughter go." Taoist Qingsong kowtowed heavily.