The situation was decided, and the atmosphere at the table was cheerful and harmonious.
Under the humility of Huang Guan and others, Lu Bei clenched his fist and coughed lightly a few times, and emphasized a few details again.
The leaders of the several peaks do not need to worry about the raw materials for the elixir. The key is food, clothing, housing and transportation. After all, he is the reincarnation of an immortal, and maybe one day he will recover his memory, so he must not neglect it.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Lu Bei didn't need to say more about this. They would do it even if it cost them everything they had.
The few details that followed were nothing more than when Lu Bei would post the notice, when Ji Feng would build the branch factory, how many geese would be appropriate to raise, and how much the basic living allowance would be. Don’t worry that the people inside would suddenly get into a fight…
After the discussion, both the host and the guests were very happy. Lu Bei, supported by everyone, walked towards the pavilion outside the hall.
The road leading up the mountain to Piaoxiang Sect is built along the wall. It is true that the scenery is beautiful, but it is extremely unfriendly to people with acrophobia. I wonder if the players assigned to this place can bear it.
Considering that Piaoxiang Sect is composed entirely of female practitioners, the female practitioners who come here to practice diligently can completely overcome this difficulty.
Boom—
The sky was covered with dark clouds. The clear blue sky suddenly changed color. A storm was about to come. The howling wind made everyone's clothes rustle.
"How strange! This wind... is not right!"
Yang Fuliu looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was still blue and the clouds were white in the distance, except for the rolling black clouds over Jiuzhu Mountain. His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Something bad is going to happen!
The faces of several sect leaders changed. Among the crowd, Lu Bei and Zhao Shiran were the calmest.
I'm used to strong winds and waves, so I just feel it's just an average thing. I'm worried about the pants I just hung out to dry this morning, and I hope they don't get wet by the rain.
The other one shook his head silently. He had been hiding for many years and was feeling uneasy. Now that this day had finally come, he felt relieved and relieved.
"Junior sister, it's been twenty years since we last met. Are you okay?"
Lightning and thunder tore through the darkness, and a green-robed figure slowly descended, hovering a hundred meters away from the castle in the sky.
Judging from the visitor's age and appearance, he was roughly a young man with thin eyebrows and thin lips, with a slightly feminine beauty. However, the aura of innate perfection that he exuded made several middle-aged-looking leaders in the pavilion call him senior.
"My dear senior, it is an honor for Jiuzhu Mountain to have you visit our humble home. But I wonder who this junior sister you mentioned is?" Yang Fuliu asked with a bow.
The leader of Jiuzhu Mountain is Huang Guan, a well-known peacemaker. If there is a conflict in the mountain, he will mediate. But in terms of cultivation realm, Yang Fuliu, who has successfully built a foundation in his early years, is the undisputed number one in Jiuzhu Mountain. Now that he has advanced to the Baodan realm, he can speak out to save face.
The young cultivator did not respond, nor did he even look at Yang Fuliu, his eyes locked on Zhao Shiran: "Not bad, not bad, it's been a long time since we last met, and your cultivation has not fallen behind."
"I dare not compare myself with Senior Brother."
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Zhao Shiran's aura changed drastically, and his realm continued to soar. He skipped the foundation-building and elixir-holding stages, and finally stabilized at the innate realm.
Yang Fuliu: (˙灬˙)
He raised his hand to cover his chest, only to feel a burning pain on his face. All along, he had maintained an ambiguous attitude towards the so-called 'Number One Expert in Jiuzhu Mountain', neither rejecting nor accepting him. He was putting on airs while secretly feeling happy in his heart.
Looking at it now, I feel ashamed.
Awesome, there is this trick!
Lu Bei's eyes lit up. He had confirmed before that Zhao Shiran's cultivation had not reached the foundation-building stage. He had some ideas and was a weakling who would move into the basement of Sanqing Peak that night.
Lu Bei was very sure that it was not that he had made a mistake, but that the martial arts practiced by Zhao Shiran was very good at concealing his breath. He had been hiding for many years and had never been discovered by anyone.
The people here include Bai Jin, who wandered all over Jiuzhu Mountain in one night, and Lin Yu, who went door to door to answer questions for the assessment.
Regardless of the fishing guy, Lu Bei estimated that Senior Sister’s cultivation was above the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Even she didn’t see that there was anything wrong with Zhao Shiran…
want to!
Let's be frank. He coveted Zhao Shiran's ability to conceal her level of cultivation, and thought that if he had a chance to be alone with her, he would definitely make this woman bleed.
"Junior sister, you know my temper. I will get straight to the point without exchanging pleasantries with you."
The young man said calmly: "I came here today to ask Junior Sister to fulfill Master's last wish and help me to reach a higher level of cultivation."
Zhao Shiran fell silent upon hearing this, holding a long sword in his hand, expressing his feelings.
"Haha, Junior Sister, are you going to disobey orders?"
"Master has been so kind to me in raising and teaching me, and I dare not disobey his orders. However, among our lineage, there is a lot of killing among the same disciples, and only one of the nine disciples in each generation can survive. How can the viciousness and cruelty of this be similar to the magic sect's technique of raising poisonous insects?"
Zhao Shiran pleaded, "I hope that Senior Brother will consider our brotherhood and cut off this line of evil magic, and not let the tragedy continue."
"Hahaha, Junior Sister is still so naive."
The young man laughed three times, with a smile on his face: "From what Junior Sister said, it seems that you have misunderstood our sect's skills. That's right, after all, Master never mentioned it to you, so it's reasonable for Junior Sister not to know."
"What do you mean?"
"When Grandmaster passed on his skills to Master, Master was the eldest disciple. Ten years later, Grandmaster accepted eight female junior sisters. Master accepted me as the eldest disciple. Ten years later, he accepted eight junior sisters. Among them, you are the youngest."
The young man looked at Zhao Shiran indifferently, his indifference stabbing a knife in his heart: "Junior sister, the master has always had only one disciple. The skills you have learned are nothing more than gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in one body, so that one day you can make up for what I lack. Do you understand?"
Boom! !
A loud thunder flashed in the dark clouds, illuminating Zhao Shiran's face which showed a miserable smile.
“So that’s how it is. No wonder… No wonder… With too much yin and too little yang, one’s destiny is missing and there is no hope of becoming a god in this lifetime. So this is the reason.” Zhao Shiran was distraught. When she heard that her master, who was also her teacher and father, was training her like a cauldron, she felt so sad that the sword in her hand drooped three points.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the young man in horror: "Big Brother, Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister Qin, and the others...are they okay now?"
"Everything is fine."
The young man smiled faintly and said coldly, "They have fulfilled their master's orders and are smiling in their graves. I will bury them with my own hands. Now the only one missing is you, my little sister."
Zhao Shiran stood there in a daze, his eyes lifeless, and he dropped the sword in his hand in shock. He was as stiff as a piece of wood or stone, with only two lines of tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.
Holy shit, eight of them are your childhood sweethearts, and you actually had the heart to do that to all of them? How could you have the heart to do that to all of them
Upon hearing this, Lu Bei's eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to kill the young man who was wasting resources.
God have mercy on him. He, Lu, has suffered so much in his cultivation so far, but he hasn't even gotten a junior sister who is gentle, beautiful, flirtatious, who leaves the door open at midnight, and who saw his senior brother sneak into his senior sister's room in the middle of the night but pretended not to see what happened.
What right does this rat-looking dog have
"How can this be, Ningzhou Ding, bah, Lu wants to butt in, I think you deserve to die..."
In the middle of his words, Lu Bei's sleeve was tugged by someone next to him. He turned around and saw Yang Fuliu shaking his head slightly. He then looked to the side and saw the remaining leaders of Jiuzhu Mountain also counting ants with their heads down.
"We have no control over the internal grudges within Master Zhao's sect, nor do we have the right to make comments." Yang Fuliu warned in a low voice that they were all masters with families and careers, so they should not be impulsive and implicate the disciples of the sect.
As he spoke, Zhao Shiran made a move. He raised his hand and a long sword fell into his hand. Killing intent gradually boiled in his eyes.
"Well, we haven't seen each other for twenty years and our feelings have faded. We should really get closer." The young man raised his hand and a beam of lightning exploded in the air, striking Zhao Shiran and going straight away.
The long sword was raised diagonally, dancing in the cold wind and shattering the thunder.
Zhao Shiran stomped on the dancing lightning and slowly floated into the air: "Tang Hebi, most of the people here are innocent. Your hands are already covered in blood. Don't make the same mistake again."
Upon learning that her seven senior sisters had been reduced to furnaces one after another, died tragically and were buried in lonely graves, she no longer called him "senior brother" but directly called out the young man's real name.
"Junior sister, you are so loyal and righteous to outsiders, but you are so cold and indifferent to me. It's really too much." Tang Hebi continued to sneer, and pointed his finger into the sky like a sword, causing a chain of lightning to suddenly burst out.
The two men fought in the sky, sword energy, cold wind and violent thunder intertwined.
Whenever they collided, a beam of scorching white light exploded instantly, whistling with pent-up strong wind energy. The raging wind blew down the mountains, forests and bamboo seas, and heavy rain fell. The peaceful Jiuzhu Mountain became a mess in an instant.
clank!
Zhao Shiran's attack from a distance was easily dodged by Tang Hebi. He tried to get close to him several times but failed. He raised his hand to block the lightning strike, and a burning pain spread from his wrist.
I hadn't used my real skills for many years, and when I suddenly put all my strength into it, I was a little short of breath.
After a moment, she realized that something was wrong. A horrified thought came into her mind, and a bolt of lightning struck down. She said in disbelief, "Tang Hebi, you... are not in the Xiantian realm?"
"Good eyesight. I wanted to make you laugh, so I held back and didn't dare to do anything serious, but you still saw through me."
Tang Hebi raised one arm, and his aura surged. A faint pressure rose, and he was like a sun in the sky. The thunder in the sky was shocked and could not break out. The continuous rain curtain was suspended in the air, and drops of water accumulated in the sky, unable to fall.
"Junior sister, I have already reached the state of spiritual transformation. If you don't put down the scrap metal in your hand now, when will you?!"
The rolling sound waves, accompanied by thunder and rumbling, spread to the entire Jiuzhu Mountain, instantly extinguishing Zhao Shiran's thoughts of resistance and struggle.
…
On the Sanqing Peak, the little foxes held apples and asked She Xuan what it meant to be a spirit, and whether they were as powerful as their leader.
"Your leader can knock this common person away with just one punch."
In the outer courtyard, a group of players looked up at the sky and stood on the tree in unison during the thunderstorm. One of them took out the white magic weapon he had made when refining the elixir - a telescope.
"How is it? What's the situation up there?"
"I was just pretending, do you really think that something strange is going on just because I can see it?"
"If you don't understand, just ask, what is the level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm?"
"At least level 80."
"Oh my god, a level 80 wild BOSS has appeared in the Novice Village where the average NPC is less than level 20. Great, my first and most significant death will finally happen today."
"No way, buddy, you're still here with your virginity, you're pretty patient!"
"Well, I have been carefully protecting it, wanting to save it for a worthy BOSS. This one is only level 80, which is good enough to take my virginity."
"That's great. Last time, I was curious and stabbed myself, and now I'm dead."
"That's not bad. It's my first time being ruined by myself, so it's worth remembering."