Zong Ci was just about to take his hand down from his brow.
—Suddenly, a premonition of extreme danger gathered from the top of his head and enveloped his entire body.
He raised his head suddenly, and the roaring fire rushing towards him was reflected in his dark eyes, splashing with starlight.
Suddenly, the body's reaction is much faster than any thinking speed.
Especially for cultivators like Zong Ci, who have engraved the fighting instinct into their bones, blood and soul.
He subconsciously raised his right hand and slashed it in the direction of the sword energy. His sleeves fluttered in the air, extremely fast, but when he regained his consciousness the next moment, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The long black sleeves slid down the boy's slender arms. Through the pale skin, one could see the blue blood vessels flowing with blood, which was shocking.
The firelight cast a thrilling warm color on Zong Ci's pale face.
A mysterious sword energy suddenly burst out from the slender fingertips of the young man in black, extremely cold and bright, like a sudden burst of light in the sky.
It does not have the chilling coldness that is common in ordinary sword energy, nor does it have any murderous intent. To put it mildly, it can only be described as mediocre.
"Sword energy taking shape?"
The appearance of this sword energy made the senior executives who were just about to take action exclaim in surprise, their faces full of astonishment.
Compared with the half-formed sword energy just now, this sword energy is not only complete, but its added power even makes a group of powerful people feel a little scalp-tingling.
And all this was achieved by a disciple who had not even reached the foundation building stage, without a sword!
"Qi Refining Stage 3... How is that possible?!"
Everyone realized that this was a genius.
A peerless genius born with a sword bone and a sword heart!
Among the Taiyan Sect elders, the Sword Peak Master suddenly raised his eyes. His eyes, which were usually as cold and clear as dead water, were slightly rippled, swaying slowly like pool water.
Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react.
At the moment when the sword energy collided with the knife light, a white rainbow-like light piercing the sun rose from the ground and directly extinguished the flames, leaving a mighty aftereffect in the air, and all the surrounding disciples were shocked and took two steps back.
The whole place was silent, and everyone was thinking about the stunning sword strike that had just taken place.
The hearts of the Taiyan Sect's top leaders were all unsettled at the moment, some even doubted their lives.
Who could have thought that a disciple at the third level of Qi Refining could have such amazing talent.
Tell me, how could they miss such a good seedling
Looking back, the young man in black clothes stood tall and graceful, with black hair scattered behind him, moving without wind. His eyebrows and eyes were calm and beautiful, and his sickly look was even more attractive.
"I didn't expect that your clan would have such hidden talents."
On the soft couch in the clouds, Rong Lian chuckled with an ambiguous meaning, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "Such a stunning sword intent makes me cherish talent."
"Since our two factions have formed an alliance, before the official war against the Ghost Domain begins, our Chixia Palace will stay on the east side of your clan's square. I see that we have a very congenial look. If you encounter bottlenecks or problems in your cultivation in the future, you can come to the palace as a guest at any time."
He did not deliberately lower his voice, so everyone seemed to wake up from a dream and came back to their senses.
The leader of Daofeng Peak was the first to descend from the clouds and go to check on the situation of his beloved disciple.
After many disciples realized what was happening, they were filled with envy for a moment.
That was an invitation from a great master in the Out-of-Body Stage to give advice, which was something that could only be encountered once in a while. Not to mention that the other party was the leader of a powerful faction, and his tone was full of obvious appreciation, which could be directly understood as an olive branch.
Liu Yuan put down his hands that were hidden in his long sleeves, and with the same admiration on his face as the other disciples, he followed the crowd.
The young man in black paused, coughed twice, and looked calm.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he bowed to Yunduan, looking completely lazy and casual, and said calmly: "Thank you, Your Majesty, the Demon King, for your appreciation."
This neither humble nor arrogant attitude won a lot of goodwill and attention.
Although there was a small incident, the main point of the matter was still the alliance. After the law enforcement disciples helped send Dao Zhongxue to the Anjifang in the sect to heal his wounds, and the elder in charge of law enforcement said that he would investigate the matter thoroughly, the leaders began to read out the specific matters that the disciples of the two sects needed to pay attention to after the alliance.
After all, this outer disciple had been noticed by the top leaders of both sects, and Tai Yan Sect would probably focus on cultivating this rare and promising talent.
Zong Ci stood aside, looking normal, but his heart sank to the bottom.
What just happened didn't seem like a simple accident.
How could it be such a coincidence that he just stepped out of the protective shield and rushed towards him.
Fortunately, Zong Ci became an immortal in his previous life by proving his sword skills. At the moment of becoming an immortal, his sword skills had reached perfection, and he had reached a new level, which was no longer the same as yesterday.
In addition, after his swordsmanship was perfected, his mind was overturned, and his sword energy and sword intention were completely different from those in his previous life. From icy cold to returning to nature, from being unstoppable to being free of all dross, he entered the legendary swordsmanship's highest state of "no sword in hand, but a sword in the heart, everything can be a sword".
But Zong Ci thought about it over and over again and still had no clue.
After his rebirth, he was extremely low-key, had a good attitude, did good things everywhere, and never made enemies with anyone.
The young man in black pulled his thin gown together, his eyes filled with complexity.
So, who was behind this plot
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The demon clan and Tai Yan Sect decided on their alliance in this way.
Because the demon clan's land was severely damaged by the invasion of ghost cultivators and needed urgent repairs, the demon king directly closed the clan's land restrictions, used the space secret treasure, and led his clansmen to camp at the seaside under Taiyanzong Mountain.
Taiyan Sect is located in the northern border of the continent. It has vast territory and abundant resources. The sect directly occupies a mountain range that contains top-level spiritual veins. It is no big deal to give a piece of it to the demon clan for temporary residence.
The decision to form an alliance does not mean much to the lower-level disciples of both sides; only the higher-ups are busy.
But no one expected that in the end, it was an outer disciple who stole the limelight in the alliance between the demon clan and Tai Yan Sect.
The treatment of the inner sect disciples is completely different from that of the outer sect disciples. The outer sect disciples are the lowest level in Taiyan Sect. Their strength is below the foundation building stage. They are usually ordinary people with unsatisfactory spiritual roots and bones when they enter the sect.
Because as long as you can pass these two things, you can enter the inner gate directly and there is no need to suffer in the outer gate.
Outer sect disciples have no master, and are not allowed to take on a master. Not only do they not have a monthly allowance, but everyone also has to do chores. For example, taking care of the flowers in the Wanling Garden, or sorting the books on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. No matter how busy you are on weekdays, you have to do the chores when it's your turn. If you want to learn the cultivation method, you can only go to the private school classes opened in the sect, or ask the inner sect brothers for advice.
Inner disciples are allowed to become disciples, receive a small monthly allowance, and do not have to do those extremely annoying chores. Their practice will naturally be faster and smoother, and they will receive one-on-one guidance from their master, which is really wonderful.
In the past two days, everyone in Taiyan Sect has been discussing the major events that took place in the square on the day of the alliance.
Thanks to the previous accident, Zong Ci was watched by people whenever he walked on the street these days. His reputation among the outer disciples reached its peak. Everyone regarded him as a role model and leader, and they all turned into little fans of him.
My humble abode at the foot of the mountain is quite lively today.
Zong Ci had just finished his meditation and was walking into the courtyard when an outer sect disciple suddenly hurried towards him with a look of shock on his face. "Fellow Daoist Zong, Senior Brother Daofeng is outside my humble abode and asked me to pass on a message saying he is here to see you."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you." Zong Ci nodded and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
The sky is now dim and the sun has just risen from the sea of clouds.
The golden light tinged with red swept across the cliffs, across the tall solitary tree on the cliff, brushed past the hanging springs and waterfalls, and diffused along the water mist to the vast earth.
If you stand on the main peak of Taiyan Sect, you can easily take in the beautiful scenery. Unfortunately, the outer gate is at the foot of the mountain. If you look up early in the morning, all you can see is rolling clouds and fog.
Dao Zhongxue was already standing outside waiting.
He was wearing a short suit and a long sword at his waist. His profile was as deep as a sculpture in the cold morning light.
Seeing Zong Ci coming out, he stood up straight and moved his back away from the tree he was leaning on.
"Friend Zong, I'm really sorry for yesterday. I'm not very good at learning, so I made you laugh."
The swordsman clasped his hands together, with a slightly apologetic look on his face, contrary to his usual rebellious appearance.
Zong Ci observed silently for a moment, but did not notice anything unusual.
Although it was not obvious, it was indeed a sincere apology.
Logically speaking, he is a Jindan Zhenren and a core disciple of the sect. There is no need for him to come and apologize to an insignificant outer disciple.
This action only proves that the other party is indeed sincere and is not arrogant.
Zong Ci had basically eliminated his doubts about Dao Zhongxue in his heart.
"Brother Dao, that's not right. Swords have no eyes, fate is unpredictable, and I'm not injured."
The black-robed young man extended his hands and changed the subject, "I noticed that Senior Brother Ri Dao seemed to be in a bad state. Did something go wrong?"
"No, not really."
Speaking of this topic, Dao Zhongxue's dark eyes were also confused. "In fact, I have used that move many times in private. Apart from the large consumption, there will be no problem at all."
"I'm ashamed to say this, but my condition was indeed a bit strange at that time. When the sword energy was about to take shape, I felt that my hands seemed to... not listen to the accusations, which led to the big mistake later."
He had also said this to the sect's law enforcement elders. Zhenfeng and Fufeng also sent several disciples to investigate whether there were any signs of a curse on his body, but they found nothing. So although Dao Zhongxue felt puzzled, he could only keep it to himself because he had no evidence.
"I see."
Zong Ci nodded thoughtfully.
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Just when Zong Ci accepted Dao Zhongxue's apology and returned to the yard to pick up the basket to do chores in the herb garden at the back door, the second trouble of the day arrived.
"Brother, there's someone looking for you outside."
It was still the disciple who delivered the message to him before, but this time the other party's expression changed from shock to trance.
Why is someone here again? Is he so busy today
Zong Ci replied "OK" and went out again with the small basket.
Halfway through the journey, he finally understood why the disciple had an even more exaggerated expression than before.
Because Xuan Ji, the master of Jianfeng Peak, was standing on the open space in front of the door.
The outer disciples coming and going carefully took a detour and dared not disturb this great master.
For core disciples like Senior Brother Daofeng, the outer disciples can only watch him from afar during the sect’s once-in-ten-year celebration, not to mention someone like Xuanji Sword Immortal who is well-known in the world of cultivation.
The man had black hair tied behind a silver crown, a face as handsome as jade, and white clothes as white as snow. He stood among the clouds and mist, like an extremely sharp sword.
Zong Ci had also heard a little about Xuan Ji's deeds.
Xuanji is the most gifted cultivator in the world of cultivation in the past thousand years. It took him 200 years to form a pill, 500 years to form an infant, and 900 years to enter the spirit separation stage. He was given the title of Sword Immortal and was called Xuanji Sword Immortal.
Zong Ci died a thousand years ago, and before his death, no one had ever heard of such a person in the cultivation world. If we speculate on the time of the other party's cultivation, he is most likely a junior.
After all, if Zong Ci had not been possessed by the devil in the end, he would have been the most talented and dazzling one in the cultivation world in thousands of years.
However, the talent of this young man is quite good. He has been in the Spirit Transformation Stage for 900 years, which is only 200 years later than Zong Ci in his previous life.
As for Zong Ci, the speed of his cultivation in his previous life could not be inferred by common sense, and he had countless adventures along the way, leaving his peers far behind.
Two hundred years late is pretty good.
I don’t know why, but Zong Ci always feels that Xuan Ji’s face looks familiar, but no matter how hard he tries, he still can’t remember why.
In his heart, Zong Ci had already classified Xuan Ji as a junior. He remained calm on the surface and spoke first: "What do you want to talk to me about?"