Xie Mi'an had indeed joined the Qingliu Sword Sect, but he was the sect master's personal disciple from the beginning, and had nothing to do with the group of people from the outer sect.
The hustle and bustle is all inside the inner gate, there is nothing outside the outer gate.
The title of a genius that appears once in a thousand years is enough to make the world look up to him, not to mention that he is so gentle, humble and elegant that everyone who has met him praises him.
Xie Mi'an is good in every way except that he is sickly.
There is even a rumor that if he was stronger, he would have been able to form a golden elixir at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
Xie Mi'an had only been a member for two days, and few people had seen him, but his legend was everywhere in the sect.
Just like the round-faced girl whose name she couldn't remember, she knew all about Xie Mi'an's deeds even when they were having lunch in the cafeteria.
"I was ordered by Manager Zhou to deliver the elixir to the First Peak this morning. Guess who I met?"
"Could it be that you saw the Master?"
The round-faced girl rolled her eyes at her companion and said proudly, "I just happened to meet Senior Brother Xie in the medicine pavilion."
"Hey! That once-in-a-millennium genius? I didn't see him yesterday because he was too far away. Can you tell me what he looks like?"
"I was holding a large box of elixirs at the time, and I tripped and dropped the elixirs. Senior Brother Xie not only did not scold me, but he even pleaded for me in front of the manager of the medicine pavilion..." She recalled the time when the young man in white comforted her with a gentle voice, and blushed a little: "He is very good-looking, and he does not have the arrogance of a direct disciple. He is very gentle and kind."
Wen Yun, who was in the corner biting a steamed bun, twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this.
The round-faced girl originally wanted to show off in front of Wen Yun, so she was secretly paying attention to this side. When she saw Wen Yun's nonchalant smile, she immediately became angry.
"What are you laughing at! Once I enter the inner sect, I can call him Senior Brother with dignity. A useless person like you with no spiritual roots will never be able to enter the inner sect and see such a genius in your life!"
Wen Yun swallowed the steamed bun slowly, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Waste?"
She was born with a beautiful appearance, and her clear eyes at this moment made the round-faced girl slightly distracted. She concentrated her mind and then shouted again: "I am scolding you! Although we are just refining Qi, we are also people who have entered the immortal gate. A useless mortal like you coming in is an insult to us sword cultivators!"
She had always had a rift with Wen Yun over various trivial matters. Now that she felt she had a chance to enter the inner sect, she looked down on Wen Yun, who had no spiritual roots, and became more and more impolite in her words.
Wen Yun was neither anxious nor annoyed. He finished his steamed bun carefully, drank half a bowl of egg drop soup in small sips, and then pushed the stool away and stood up.
She said calmly, "Draw your sword."
Conflicts among sword cultivators should be resolved with swords. This is the rule of the Qingliu Sword Sect and also the rule of sword cultivators.
However, the outer disciples have low cultivation and status. In addition to practicing, they also have to do miscellaneous work. They vent their stress with their mouths and have no intention of drawing swords to fight.
When Wen Yun mentioned this, they remembered that sword cultivators should not engage in verbal battles, and the right thing to do was to draw their swords when they disagreed.
The round-faced girl was still a little dazed until they reached the open space outside the dining hall. She held the red-tasseled rapier in her hand and looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes.
The outer disciples who were eating in the dining hall had long lost their appetite and gathered around the dining hall with great interest. Some of them were good at talking and began to introduce the news between the two parties.
"The one on the left is Junior Sister Ming Yuan, and the one on the right is Junior Sister Wen Yun."
"Junior Sister Ming has reached the late stage of Qi Refining, and can be ranked in the top ten in our outer sect. Junior Sister Wen, well, she has no cultivation."
"Junior Sister Ming's sword is said to be made of cold iron, and it can cut gold, jade, and iron like mud. Junior Sister Wen..."
Wen Yun didn't have a sword. She was still holding the fire stick in her hand. Because she had used it a lot recently, there were some signs of cracks on the stick.
Even though Wen Yun had been praised by the elders for his superb swordsmanship, the gap between mortals and cultivators was huge. Although their current realm was low, their swordsmanship with the blessing of spiritual power would far surpass that of mortals in terms of speed and strength, just like the difference between a strong man and a child.
Coupled with the ridiculous stick in Wen Yun's hand, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
This smile also made the round-faced female disciple named Ming Yuan feel slightly relieved. Just now when she looked at Wen Yun, she felt her legs vaguely weak and she inexplicably wanted to escape. It was really strange.
She clenched the cold iron sword in her hand and looked intently at Wen Yun on the other side. The wooden stick in his hand was very fragile, so she would just cut it off later. Fellow disciples should not hurt each other's lives in a duel, but it would not be difficult to pretend to make a mistake and break Wen Yun's hands and feet...
At this time, a breeze suddenly blew.
Wen Yun seemed to be blinded by the wind. He moved his hand holding the wooden stick randomly a few times and seemed to be saying something.
The time is now!
Ming Yuan mobilized her spiritual power and flew up with the sword in her hand. The sharp sword in her hand stabbed Wen Yun's tendons as fast as a snake's tongue.
However, Wen Yun was faster than her. He dodged it easily as if he was walking on the wind. The next moment, the wooden stick hit Ming Yuan's neck heavily. A terrifying force was instantly transmitted from the cervical vertebrae to the feet.
The moment the stick broke, the girl holding the sword fell to the ground powerlessly.
Wen Yun looked at the stick with a regretful look, and muttered quietly: "Melee mages really waste their wands... Fortunately, I used the Agility Spell and the Power Spell just now."
But even if he didn't use magic, it would be fine. His original body's swordsmanship was already terrifyingly strong, and it was more than enough to educate the younger generation in the Qi Refining Stage. However, Wen Yun personally preferred simple and crude methods.
Glancing at the speechless crowd, Wen Yun lowered his eyes and looked at Ming Yuan: "Round face."
Ming Yuan was no longer able to correct the other party's address. She could only lie on the ground, distraught and humiliated, and turn her face away.
Wen Yun asked softly: "Do you know who is the waste?"
The man on the ground shrank back and said nothing.
She squatted down patiently, stared at Ming Yuan, and explained gently: "I'm not targeting you, I'm saying that you are all trash, do you understand?"
There was silence inside and outside the dining hall, and all the idiots shut up.
Wen Yun stood up and brushed off the non-existent dust on his blue shirt, then leisurely walked into the dining hall, picked up a sugar-filled bun and left.
After drawing the sword, Wen Yun finally gained the long-lost peace and quiet.
She really loved this rule of sword cultivation. If the magic world was so simple and direct back then, she wouldn't have to be dragged aside by people who came to "discuss magic" every other day to talk about the origin of magic. Wouldn't it be possible to see the origin of magic by just casting a forbidden spell
But the round-faced man became quieter, while the outer door became more lively.
Each peak in the inner sect wants to recruit disciples from the outer sect. At this moment, nine jade beads representing each peak are floating in the air. As long as you press the handprint, you will be registered to participate in the trial on that peak.
The disciples began to carefully select their ideal candidates, but before the trial even began, their troubles arose.
"The First Peak has the most prestigious status, but it also has the most competitors. It worries me so much!"
"The Qingmu swordsmanship of the Fourth Peak is most compatible with my wood spiritual roots, but I have a crush on Senior Brother Lu from the Third Peak... Between love and cultivation, which side should I choose?"
"I heard that the Sixth Peak has such a gentle and beautiful senior sister. I am not talented enough, so I must enter the Sixth Peak!"
Wen Yun: "..."
She suddenly recalled that hundreds of years ago, in modern times, there were also students who were struggling with which prestigious school to attend before exams. What was the name of the school
Oh yes, Lanxiang and New Oriental!
Suddenly someone noticed something was wrong: "Hey! Why is there an extra piece of straw paper next to the jade? It says... The Tenth Peak? Does our Qingliu Sword Sect have a Tenth Peak?"
Sure enough, a rotten wood had been inserted into the bluestone slab at the edge, and yellowed paper was hung on it. The rest was incomprehensible, but the three big characters "The Tenth Peak" at the top were written particularly neatly and clearly, with the strokes as vigorous and powerful as silver hooks and iron paintings.
Manager Zhou had a strange look on his face. He pinched his beard and nodded, saying two words: "Indeed."
But he didn't continue.
Soon, a disciple in front of him read out the following line of crooked and sloppy small characters:
"The Tenth Peak is recruiting a Fire-burning disciple. The treatment is excellent. There is no limit on age, gender, or level of cultivation!"
Everyone burst out laughing. This inexplicably appearing Tenth Peak was really ridiculous. Who would be willing to give up the favorable conditions of other peaks and go to an unknown peak to be a...
Fire-burning disciple
Although Wen Yun taught Ming Yuan a lesson, not everyone knew about it. Some of them thought they were much stronger than Ming Yuan and were not afraid of Wen Yun, so they still made bold jokes.
"Hey Wen Yun, look, the Tenth Peak has no limit on cultivation level, even someone like you without spiritual roots can go there!"
"Don't Junior Sister Wen often chop wood? You are the only disciple who can be the fire-maker!"
However, Wen Yun, who was passing by, ignored them and looked quietly at the seemingly tattered yellow paper.
After coming to this world, she found that the magic elements here were not only diverse but also few. If she continued to practice like this, she could only become a high-level magician at best in the future.
The pieces of jade from the Nine Peaks of the Inner Gate carried extremely strong magical elements, making her feel comfortable all over.
But the piece of paper had stronger magical fluctuations!
Although it sounds ridiculous to say this, this piece of torn paper is actually the most magical thing she has seen since she came to this world!
If I use this piece of paper to draw a magic scroll, I'm sure it won't be able to withstand forbidden spells, and advanced magic might be a bit risky, but intermediate magic should be fine, right
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and then Ming Yuan, who was staggering, pushed the crowd away and walked to the front, and without saying a word, pressed his handprint on the jade on the first peak.
A faint light flashed across Yu Shi's eyes, which meant that she was also one of the disciples participating in the trial to enter the First Peak!
"Ming Yuan, how can you participate in the trial when you are injured!"
"Junior Sister Ming is still too stubborn. Given her strength, it might be a good idea for her to wait for the next opportunity."
Ming Yuan's face was pale, and because of the injury, his body was slightly bent, but his head was still held high: "I, Ming Yuan, must enter the inner gate!"
She coughed violently, and after a sharp gasp, she stared at Wen Yun: "You, Wen Yun, don't even have the qualifications to enter the inner gate. This is the gap between you and me."
It is not shameful to be defeated temporarily, but things will change over time.
Before she could think of what to say to show her power, she saw Wen Yun take a step forward without looking back.
She stretched out her white hand and peeled off the yellow paper on the tenth peak.