The spiritual sense of a cultivator is like another sense organ. It is extremely impolite to use spiritual sense to detect others rashly. It is okay for elders to do this to younger people. After all, the class gap is too big and the younger people will not know. But if the same generation or younger people do this to the elders, they must draw their swords and fight no matter what.
Especially since Zong Ci was a real immortal. If he still had his strength, he would have killed the opponent with just one finger.
I can't tolerate this tone no matter what, but I have to wait until he comes up with a way to kill two birds with one stone before I go and tell on him.
After making up his mind, Zong Ci prepared to set off to the demon tribe on the third day.
The leader of the Tianji Sect will give a sermon tomorrow. Ever since this matter was announced, it has caused a huge uproar in the entire cultivation world, and the powerful people from other sects have come to join in the fun.
That was the sermon of only two great masters in the Crossing Tribulation Stage in the world of cultivation! He was also the leader of the Tianji Sect, who was closest to the Heavenly Dao. His understanding of the Dao was definitely superior to that of everyone in the world of cultivation, even better than that of the Qingxu Patriarch.
For millions of years, the world of cultivation has never seen such a great master giving a sermon. Perhaps just listening to it can save you a large part of the time you would have otherwise spent on practicing. Who wouldn't want to listen
Not to mention the righteous, even those evil masters who usually don't get along well with the righteous came over with a shameless face, and very politely brought a lot of gifts for visiting. All the inns at the foot of the mountain range of Tai Yan Sect were full, and the shopkeepers all made a lot of money.
The rest of the disciples and independent cultivators came to join in the fun, or followed the sect. It just so happened that the righteous and the demon clan had formed an alliance, and in addition to the Taiyan Sect, the righteous had many other allied forces. They had been dragging their feet and wanted to sit back and watch the fight, but now that the news of the Tianji Sect Master's sermon came out, they all came faster than anyone else, fearing that the Taiyan Sect would have no place for them to listen.
Zong Ci had just come out of the barrier of the Taiyan Sect, and when he looked up, he saw countless cultivators coming and going in the sky. The streets were densely packed with young men and women of Langhuan Zhupei, an unprecedented grand occasion. Among them were many independent cultivators with high cultivation levels, almost rare in the world.
The entire continent is vast and rich in resources. The cultivation world is usually not connected to the mortal world. The cultivators will also set up barriers and prefer to practice in seclusion. Such a crowded scene is rare. Even when Zong Ci was still Lingyun Sword Master, an ancient secret realm opened, which may not attract these hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Originally, he wanted to delay the matter of going to the demon tribe, but after the sermon tomorrow, if most people were in seclusion, it would be difficult for Zong Ci to take advantage of the situation.
Thinking of this, Zong Ci coughed twice, turned around and walked into the herbal medicine shop in the town next door.
"Oh, please come in, sir. Our store sells medicinal herbs. We offer large quantities at a discounted price. The products are of good quality and low price. Would you like to..."
The waiter on duty was using an abacus behind the counter. When he heard the sound of wind chimes at the door, he looked up in haste.
With just this one glance, the waiter was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the ground, "You you you you you you you—"
He could never forget this face. It was extremely beautiful, pale yet eerie, and just one glance at it brought him back to the terrifying moment during last year's Cold Clothes Festival.
"What about me?" Zong Ci looked at him in confusion, and suddenly felt that this waiter looked familiar.
This is the only herbal medicine store under the Taiyan Sect that has a relatively reasonable price and has been open the longest. Zong Ci opened it in his previous life, but he didn't expect to open it here in this life. So when he was refining his body, he also dragged his weak body out from under the Dragon Bone Abyss and found this store. He also met the waiter of this store when he got medicine last time.
It’s just... ... the last time we met, Zong Ci’s body hadn’t completely settled down yet. He looked unstable, like a half-soul. In short, he didn’t look like a living person.
"Don't worry, I'm not a ghost, I'm just a little weak."
The waiter's exaggerated reaction had attracted most of the customers in the store. Seeing this, Zong Ci felt a little headache and hurried to explain.
"...Really?"
The waiter was holding onto the counter, then he leaned his head out tremblingly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the sun shining on the young man in black clothes outside and his shadow falling on the door threshold.
Ghosts don't have shadows. If there is a shadow, it means it is a human.
This behavior made Zong Ci take a second look.
People who practice Taoism go against the will of heaven, and rarely fear ghosts and gods. However, he thought that the disciples who gave up cultivation and opened a shop at the foot of the sect's mountain were not qualified enough to go far on the road of cultivation. They were not much different from ordinary people, but their lifespan was longer, so they had more patience.
"On the night of the Cold Clothes Festival, I took the clothes and was about to go to the ancestor worship, but I was confused in the middle of the night and didn't realize that I wore the wrong clothes. I'm really sorry for scaring you, fellow Taoist."
Zong Ci cupped his hands with a shy expression on his face, which made the waiter feel a little embarrassed. It was also his fault. He thought of this beautiful and elegant young man as a ghost or something filthy. He felt ashamed.
"I see. You are too polite, sir. It is me who is possessed by evil spirits."
He is a businessman, but he frightened the customer. How can he do business? The waiter hurriedly bowed in return and asked, "You are here today. Is there something wrong with the herbs last time?"
Seeing that it didn't attract much attention, Zong Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
"The store owner is worrying too much. I came here this time to make a deal with the store owner."
His reputation in Taiyan Sect has been extremely loud recently. The outer disciples naturally need not say much, and even the inner disciples have tacitly acknowledged that he is the next chief disciple of Jianfeng. Recently, when he went to the private school, many people surrounded him and greeted him, hoping to make some good friends with him while he was still a nobody.
It's not that I didn't feel unconvinced. It just so happened that the private school classes were one after another, and after the cultural classes, there were swordplay classes, and students could practice freely in the swordplay classes.
A disciple of Jianfeng saw that Zong Ci was called out by the master of Jianfeng before, and he felt dissatisfied. He drew his sword in the sword class and said that he wanted to learn something from the future chief disciple of Jianfeng.
There are only about a dozen peaks in Taiyan Sect, among which Sword Peak and Knife Peak are the most coveted and the most competitive.
Going to these two peaks, being able to become an inner disciple is enough to make them happy, not to mention being accepted as a personal disciple by the peak master.
Therefore, when the news that Xuanji Sword Immortal was interested in a third-level Qi Refining Stage cultivator from the outer sect reached the inner sect, the entire Sword Peak was in an uproar.
An outer sect disciple suddenly won the favor of the peak master and became a senior disciple. They, a group of Jindan foundation-building stage disciples, still have to take care of a third-level Qi refining stage disciple? What a shame!
Zongci: "... "
He felt that these inner disciples were really out of touch with the news. Even the outer disciples knew that he had rejected Xuan Ji Sword Immortal. How could the inner disciples still be at this point
These youngsters just need to be punished. They spend the whole day thinking about things that are not attainable and don't know how to practice properly.
If it were before, Zong Ci would have certainly tried to hide his weakness. He had to win, but it wouldn't be so easy.
But this time, since he had already revealed that he could use sword energy, there was no point in hiding it. Anyway, the sword energy in this life was completely different from that in the previous life when he was the Lingyun Sword Master, so it didn't matter if he used it.
Hundreds of years of thinking and recalling in the coffin were enough to transform Zongci from a stuffy person into an open-minded person.
So he deliberately used less force, and with a burst of sword energy, he directly knocked the provocative disciple out of the ring. There was a quiet and complete silence. Even the Yuanying master who was teaching the class was stunned.
As fellow sword practitioners, aren’t they aware of the fear that arose in their hearts just now
That was the sword surrendering to him.
After what happened that afternoon, Zong Ci became even more of a celebrity in Tai Yan Sect.
He was extremely gifted and brilliant, but he had flaws and a very poor physique. With such a physique, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to cultivate to immortality.
Compared to geniuses, a genius with flaws like Zong Ci is more regrettable, not to mention that his appearance and temperament are both extraordinary, which is more discussed and controversial.
Especially one day later, when the outer disciples told others that he had refused Xuan Ji Sword Immortal's offer to become his disciple, everyone was in an uproar.
"He can release sword energy before he even builds his foundation. He is born to be a swordsman. What a pity. What a pity."
Everyone said so, shaking their heads and sighing.
It just so happened that these few days were a time when many heroes in the world of cultivation gathered together, and Zong Ci's reputation spread.
Xuanji was the leader of Jianfeng Peak, and becoming his disciple was equivalent to being included in the list of Taiyan Sect's direct disciples. You should know that the total number of disciples taught by all the peak leaders and elders was only a few hundred, and this group of people was the focus of the entire sect's training.
If this outer sect disciple were to become a disciple, it is certain that Tai Yan Sect would use rare treasures to keep him in good health, and his status would be improved to a level that is no less than a carp leaping over the dragon gate.
Why refuse
No one could have thought of it, and no one could have guessed it. But at least now Zong Ci was the one chosen by Xuan Ji, and the other elders of the sect gave face to the Sword Immortal and did not make too many comments.
Zong Ci negotiated with the waiter at the herbal medicine shop, and then took out the rare medicinal herbs he had stored in his storage bag.
"so much?!"
Even the waiter stuttered when he saw these herbs. "We don't have much silver left in our store. We can only buy a portion of them now. We may have to wait until the owner comes back from his travels before we can decide on the rest."
"It's okay. If there are more, I'll just sell them for a profit. Please help me keep an eye out for a few medicinal herbs."
Zong Ci pushed the jade box forward and said, "I'll come back when the owner comes back."
He was not in a hurry to use the money, and the medicine he took out was not the most valuable part of the jade box. It would not be too late to sell the most valuable part when the Zhenlong Chamber of Commerce held an auction at the market at the foot of the mountain next month.
After walking out of the herbal medicine shop, Zong Ci finally felt the feeling of having money in his pocket for once in his life.
This is really a sin. He has never been short of money in his previous life.
The monthly salary of the master's disciples was high to begin with, and he performed the apprenticeship ceremony in Lingguang Hall at that time. Not only did Qingxuzi directly give him a storage ring with countless rare treasures inside, but the thirteen peak masters also gave him magic weapons, spiritual clothes, and spiritual stones for free. Zong Ci himself was also the prince of Chu, and he was used to seeing good things. During his training, he never treated himself badly, even when he went out to practice, and he was treated with the highest standards all the way. When he became Lingyun Sword Master later, he had no shortage of these external things.
In this lifetime, even the spirit stone for a resurrection grass has been gathered together for a long time.
But it's so difficult.
Zong Ci sighed in his heart as he walked out of the herbal medicine shop, but he didn't expect to be blocked in the middle of the road by several Tai Yan Sect disciples.
These disciples were all from Jianfeng. The clothes they wore had the same pattern and complicated style, and their levels were clear at a glance. Many of them were taught by the elders themselves, and their cultivation ranged from foundation building to Nascent Soul.