"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Brother, the Wanhun Sect is extremely shameless. Their protective formation is a tortoise shell, and the disciples have suffered heavy casualties!"
"Brother, brother, stop thinking about your broken magic and get out of here!"
The woman's oriole-like voice echoed throughout the clear and quiet valley.
At this moment, in the sky far away, a yellow light flashed, and an old man with a long beard, wearing a jade crown and a yellow robe, suddenly appeared.
He looked at the girl in the red dress and his beard stood up with anger.
"What do you mean by senior brother? Call me ancestor. That's your ancestor."
"I'm not!" Wen Yuehan pouted: "Senior Brother Jiang obviously entered the sect at the same time as me."
"Look at Jiang Ning, then look at you. Has he reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul? What about you? Your Golden Core has not yet been fully cultivated. We both have natural spiritual roots. I really shame you!"
Wen Yuehan glanced at Uncle Xu and said:
"The leader of the Righteous Alliance is 1,200 years old, just like you. How come he is the leader while you, Master, are still in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?"
"I'm so angry!"
"This kid is incorrigible!" Uncle Xu threw his sleeves in anger.
Another beam of light flew in the air, and a slightly plump man dressed in black and riding a gourd appeared.
"Has Elder Jiang not come out of seclusion yet?" he asked.
"Yes, Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Jiang is playing with his crappy magic again." Wen Yuehan said helplessly.
Senior Brother Lu heard this and shook his head: "None of his spells are useful."
"Are you going down the mountain to travel?" Wen Yuehan asked.
"No, I'm just doing serious business!" Senior Brother Lu patted his magic gourd.
"He appears and disappears all day long!"
"Then you have wronged me. This is what Elder Jiang told me to do. He wanted me to go to the Southern Region to look for someone. I heard that he was looking for someone from his hometown. I have been guarding the Southern Region for ten years, but I have found nothing. Alas!"
The old man in yellow robe next to him said coldly, "Some old Jindan guys from the Righteous Alliance came to my house and asked me to give an explanation. They said that my eldest disciple had secretly married someone. But you must have three!"
Lu Wenhao: "Master, you are wronged, I didn't do it voluntarily!"
The old man in yellow robes swung his sleeves and said sternly, "Since you have done your best for the sect, I will not pursue the issue with you. You must treat those little girls well. I will give them your share of foundation-building pills for the next fifty years, so as to avoid being laughed at by other sects!
Lu Wenhao was too timid to speak. His master was usually kind and gentle, and if he was really angry, he would be in trouble.
"Master, we must continue what Patriarch Jiang told us to do. It has been more than two hundred years, and there is still no trace of the so-called old friend from his hometown. If this continues, I am afraid it will be a waste of effort."
The old man in yellow robe gave an order: "I told you to do it, so you should do it. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Not only do you have to do it, but you also have to increase the efforts. Send ten more foundation-building cultivators, double the cultivation resources every year, and once anyone finds out about it, you will be given another set of Dan-forming resources."
"Yes, Master!" Lu Wenhao was very obedient and said:
"Master, you are going to Beiting for a meeting today, can you take me with you?"
"Don't get involved, kids!" said the old man in yellow robe, sighing in his heart.
The last time Beiting held a meeting was eight thousand years ago. In that war, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivators and hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators died, and the immortal cultivation world was almost cut off. I wonder what kind of disaster will befall the immortal cultivation world this time.
Just as he was sighing in his heart, the thousand-foot-high mountain in front of him suddenly flashed a dazzling red light. The red light grew instantly, and finally became as high as the thousand-foot-high mountain, like a giant fire standing tall against the sky. Then, the scorching temperature swept over him.
Uncle Master Xu flicked his sleeves, and a huge white light curtain quickly unfolded, covering the mountains within a radius of a hundred miles to prevent them from being burned by the flames.
Wen Yuehan was a Jindan cultivator with excellent eyesight. She looked at the white-clothed figure in the flaming giant. The white-clothed man was about 27 years old, with an unparalleled handsome appearance. His eyes were like mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but there was no emotion in them, just like a pool of cold water.
When she met those eyes, the admiration on Wen Yuehan's face slowly dissipated, and she looked a little more lonely.
After practicing the 'Bingpo Shensheng Jue' to the extreme, the whole person has no emotions at all.
Whenever Wen Yuehan faced Jiang Ning alone, she always thought that he was not a human being, but a puppet, a puppet without any human emotions.
She forced a smile: "Master, Senior Brother Jiang is so cold, why is his Nascent Soul true body a flaming giant?"
"Shouldn't it be an ice giant?"
Xu Shibo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the flames that filled half the sky, and suddenly said:
"Your Senior Brother Jiang's spiritual root is the fire spiritual root."
Wen Yuehan and Lu Wenhao were surprised and said at the same time:
"Fire Spiritual Roots, then why can he practice the 'Sangsheng Bingpo Jue'?"
Xu Shibo shook his head. He didn't know the answer. If he hadn't been going to attend the Beiting meeting today, he wouldn't have said this. But if he went there this time, his life or death would be unpredictable. The future of the sect would be in the hands of these two people sooner or later.
A figure in white stood on the hand of the fire giant. The flaming hand held the white clothes, and the scorching temperature could not hurt him at all.
The fire giant ran forward, the ground shook and vibrated, his huge body was stretched into a full bow, and his giant hand was thrown out resolutely. The man in white flew out with immense power, piercing the sky in an instant.
"Boom boom boom!" The explosion shook the heaven and earth. The thick clouds in the sky were pierced in half by the extremely powerful airflow, and a white mark extended for thousands of miles away.
Uncle Xu retracted his gaze and looked at his two disciples with contempt.
Wen Yuehan wanted to say something but didn't.
Lu Wenhao, who was playing with the gourd, lowered his head. Every time he saw Jiang Ning showing off his power, he felt like he was living a dog's life. They entered the sect at the same time, but the other person had already reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul while he was still in the Golden Core stage.
"Fortunately, Senior Brother Jiang doesn't have as many Taoist companions as I do." Lu Wenhao comforted himself in this way and felt much better.
"Lu Wenhao." Uncle Xu called out the name.
"exist!"
"Two foreign Jindan demon cultivators have appeared in Youjue Ridge. They dared to rob the Yan family's spiritual medicine garden. The Yan family's ancestor is asking for help. You should go and help them!" Uncle Xu said, preparing to find something for his eldest disciple to do.
When Lu Wenhao heard about the Jindan Demon Cultivator, he was horrified:
"Master, do you want your disciple to die?!"
Uncle Xu glared at him unhappily: "The golden elixir that just broke through."
"So that's how it is. A few little Jindans are actually so arrogant in my Luoyun Sect's territory. They are simply bullying our sect because there is no one there. Watch me, Master Lu, deal with them!" Lu Wenhao's face turned serious and he said boldly.
He threw the gourd, which was originally as big as a wine pot, expanded to more than ten feet. He rode on the gourd and flew away in the wind.
Seeing the evil disciple leave, Uncle Xu looked at another evil disciple and threw out a small boat the size of a palm:
"Use it first. Go to the Wanhun Sect and look after your Ancestor Jiang."
"I'm going to take a look around the sect." Uncle Xu threw down these words, raised his foot, shrunk the ground to an inch, and crossed a distance of several hundred meters.
Seeing the small magic boat, Wen Yuehan hurriedly held it in his arms. This was his master's flying magic weapon. It was rare for him to be so generous today.
…
When Wen Yuehan arrived at the Wanhun Sect, he saw a mountain that had been broken into several pieces. The broken edges were extremely smooth, as if it had been split by a sword. The main vein of the Wanhun Sect was originally two thousand feet high, but now it is only five hundred feet.
Five hundred feet away, a huge purple leopard covered in purple blood was lying on the mountain, dying a miserable death.
Wen Yuehan knew that it was the Wanhun Sect's sect monster, at the Nascent Soul stage, and now it was dead.
She continued to fly forward. There were flashes of light in the sky. The monks of the two sects were fighting desperately. From time to time, there were screams and figures falling from the sky.
Wen Yuehan flew to the back mountain. In his consciousness, he saw Senior Brother Jiang standing in front of several trees, motionless.
Wen Yuehan fell from the spirit boat and landed behind Jiang Ning.
She looked at the figure in white in front of her, her thoughts turning into a sigh:
"Brother Jiang, why are you staring at those locust trees?" She recognized those trees. Although they were rare, they were nothing special.
Jiang Ning said nothing, just stood there quietly.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand and lifted up the entire mountain. With his other hand, he drew a huge spiritual array door. He walked into the door with the mountain and disappeared.
Wen Yuehan looked at the closed spiritual door in shock, and then stomped her feet hard!
Senior Brother Jiang obviously knows how to set up formations, so why doesn’t he take her with him? She has to fly back!
Ten days later, Jiang Ning stood on the edge of the cliff, as dazed as the locust tree next to him.
A yellow light flashed, and Uncle Xu landed beside him.
"Junior Brother Jiang, Beiting has issued an edict requiring every sect in Zhongzhou to produce at least one Nascent Soul cultivator, five Golden Core cultivators, fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators, and hundreds of Qi Training disciples."
"I am leaving now. From now on, the sect will be handed over to you."
Jiang Ning remained silent.
Uncle Xu smiled. He was already used to Jiang Ning's character. He handed over a sign and said:
"Oh, I just went to pay homage to our Luoyun Sect's ancestors. I told them that the sect would be handed over to you, Junior Brother, so that we would not let each other down. They didn't say anything, so I guess they must have agreed. After all, you are one of the only two people who have reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul since the founding of our Luoyun Sect."
"With you here in the future, our Luoyun Sect will be glorious for a thousand years."
"I know you don't like chores, don't worry, I won't let you take care of things for long. Wait until Wen girl and Lu boy break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and then let them take care of things immediately!"
"From now on, just tell them what you want to do. If they say no, you'll beat them up!"
Jiang Ning remained silent, but Uncle Xu did not feel disgusted. Instead, he continued to talk on and on.
"Beiting has recruited the Righteous Alliance, the Zhongzhou Royal Family, the Seven Great Families, and the Hehuan Sect."
"Speaking of the Hehuan Sect, I remember that a few years ago, a little girl from their sect came to look for you. After 30 years of trying to get close to you, you refused to say a word and made her leave in anger. I heard that she has now achieved a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage."
"Hey, you're such a jerk!"
"It is rumored that Beiting started the war this time to protect the world of immortal cultivation. The three elders of Beiting used the art of observing the sky, and the energy and even the laws of heaven and earth in the Eastern Region were all taken away. The other party seems to be another powerful force that has never been active in Zhongzhou."
"They arrested two people. It turns out that what they cultivated was not spiritual power, but something called source power. Hey, it's really strange."
"After searching their souls, we found out that they attacked the Eastern Region hundreds of years ago. If it weren't for a great cultivator in the Eastern Region, they would probably still be in the dark now!"
"If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must be careful. If anyone dares to deprive our Luoyun Sect of the laws of heaven and earth and destroy our Taoism, you must destroy them!"
Uncle Xu thought: "It's a pity that I can't see you showing off your power anymore. This war involves the Taoism of the immortal world, and it must be a fight to the death..."
'I'm afraid I won't be able to come back.'
Uncle Master Xu only felt regretful. He took out a pot of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his lips without any demeanor of a sect leader.
Then he turned the jug upside down and poured the remaining wine onto the floor.
"Junior brother, I'm leaving."
"Protect our Luoyun Sect's lineage."
Uncle Xu was about to transform into a flash of light, but he hesitated for a moment and said:
"Before Senior Brother Cheng passed away... let me apologize to you on his behalf."
"He said that you shouldn't be allowed to practice that technique."
After saying this, Uncle Master Xu turned into a streak of light and left.
On the cliff, next to the tree.
Jiang Ning was still standing there, his expression did not change at all from beginning to end.