After Wen Yun gave her a cordial greeting, Qian Zhenzi's white eyebrows twitched and he stared at her with a complicated expression.
He was deeply impressed by this girl. After all, she was the culprit who destroyed dozens of formations in the Thousand Formation Tower. Her extraordinary talent in the art of formations made people love and hate her. The power of her sharp tongue was no less than her attainments in formations, which was very much to the old man's liking.
What a pity, he is Ye Shubai's apprentice.
Qian Zhenzi withdrew his thoughts and gazes at the same time, and calmly spoke: "This is not just a matter for the Qingliu Sword Sect, but a major matter for the entire righteous path. And this is not just my opinion. All the fellow righteous people have come here to preserve the righteous spirit of our four continents and eliminate the unhealthy trend of killing fellow disciples."
After he finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with several of his teammates, but those people still looked absent-minded. Only the ancestor of the Wan family gave him a look of firm support, which made Qian Zhenzi feel very relieved.
Wen Yun felt sleepy after listening to his flowery talk.
This theory was so weird that she felt that there was something wrong with the thinking of Qian Zhenzi and his gang.
You have to know that we are all cultivators. This is the world of cultivation. Shouldn't the world of cultivation roll up its sleeves and speak with strength? Why do you have to make these roundabout excuses to justify your bad deeds
Even youngsters like Zhu Erchong know that if they have a grudge, they should stop talking and just draw their swords to fight. Why do Qian Zhenzi and his gang always want to use the secular rules to restrain them
However, Wen Yun took another look at the disciples of the First Peak who were already on the ground with tears in their eyes, and found that they were just short of hugging Qian Zhenzi's legs and praising him as "noble and righteous knights", and he immediately fell into self-reflection.
It turns out that although everyone has embarked on the path of cultivation, their ideological realm is still at the mortal stage. No wonder the story the Wan family made up could become popular in teahouses of all sizes in the cultivation world.
Jiang Aotian held his sword horizontally, strode to Liu Luoyin, and called out in a rough voice: "Niece Luoyin, was your father killed by Ye Shubai? I, Old Jiang, love to draw my sword to help people the most. As long as you nod, I will seek justice for you today!"
Liu Luoyin stood at the side with his head down, tightly clutching his sleeves, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Elder Hong Zhuo quietly pushed her, and seeing that she didn't respond, he became very anxious, and crawled to the front of the group using his hands and feet, crying dryly: "Yesterday I heard that they were planning to let Ye Shubai be the leader. It is obvious that everyone in my Sword Sect has been bribed by them! It is difficult to prevent thieves in your own family. It turns out that my fellow disciples are more poisonous than the demon cultivators!"
Several peak masters were filled with anger. How could they have been bribed? However, Hong Zhuo did not give them a chance to explain themselves, and continued to confuse right and wrong in front of all the disciples: "The Liu family clearly still has Luo Yin, but they secretly plotted to seize power. It's a pity that the Liu family has been a sword sect for generations, but was harmed by a traitor..."
"The Liu family... has been a sword family for generations." Liu Luoyin's eyes rolled and he muttered this sentence.
These were the last words her father left before he died.
Before he could finish his words, hot tears were already rolling down his cheeks.
Seeing that Liu Luoyin had finally come back to her senses, the people around her all turned into the most loving and amiable elders, urging her to identify Ye Shubai. The disciples of the First Peak also looked at her, the eldest sister, eagerly, waiting for her answer.
Wen Yun raised his chin slightly and looked at the ridiculous scene indifferently.
She had already prepared for the battle. If Liu Luoyin really confused right and wrong and threw dirty water on Ye Shubai in front of his fellow disciples, then she wouldn't mind actually doing the evil things they said.
If anyone dares to put the blame on her and Ye Shubai, she will smash that person's head.
But what she didn't expect was that after Liu Luoyin raised his head again, he walked straight towards her and Ye Shubai.
Seeing her approach, Qian Zhenzi and Hong Zhuo thought that she was going to accuse Ye Shubai, and they were cheered up. Elder Hong Zhuo kept encouraging her, “Good niece, tell us what evil things he did and how he killed your father!”
But the next moment, his words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them.
Liu Luoyin stopped in front of Ye Shubai. He did not curse as wildly as before, nor did he attack impulsively as before.
But...
He bent his knees and slowly knelt down.
The gloom in her eyes had turned into determination without her knowing when, and her slightly hoarse voice echoed throughout the palace.
"My father's death has nothing to do with Master Ye."
After a brief silence, someone said angrily: "Niece Luo Yin! You are so confused! He wants to take your position as the head of the Liu family..."
Hearing Elder Hong Zhuo's angry rebuke behind her, Liu Luoyin's thin shoulders gradually straightened up. She said word by word, "It was me who asked all the peak masters to come forward and ask Grandmaster Ye to take over the position of the head of the sect."
The whole room was silent. Not only Qian Zhenzi and his disciples, but even the disciples from the First Peak were stunned when they heard what they heard.
Someone was dissatisfied and whispered, "Senior Sister Liu, what are you doing?"
"We only recognize our senior sister!"
Liu Luoyin looked back at his fellow disciples on the First Peak, then turned back with a solemn expression, bowed and said, "I am incompetent and I know I cannot protect the sect. I only ask Grandmaster Ye to take over as the head to protect our Qingliu Sword Sect."
But after a few days, the arrogance and pride on her face disappeared. She knelt there silently, but her back seemed to be carrying the weight of the entire First Peak, heavy and majestic.
She was never stupid. It was just that she was protected by her father and had the support of the entire Qingliu Sword Sect, so she was inevitably arrogant and presumptuous. She didn't expect that this appearance gave people the illusion that she was a fool, and they took advantage of her young age and ignorance, and wanted to turn her into a puppet to control the Qingliu Sword Sect.
Liu Luoyin also knew that the survival of the sect was far more important than the position of the head. If the sect was gone, what was the point of the position? She could only sigh that Elder Hong Zhuo had lived for hundreds of years, but he was not as wise as a 20-year-old girl like her.
The Liu family has been a clan for generations, and she is also a member of the Liu family.
The girl bowed deeply, then straightened her back and presented a command with both hands—
"Master Ye, please accept the order from the headmaster!"
No one responded, either in front of or behind me.
Liu Luoyin's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he raised his voice again, almost shouting, "Master Ye, please accept the order to be the head of the sect!"
Zhu Erchong and other direct disciples were the first to react and shouted this sentence. Then the disciples of the First Peak looked at each other and finally looked at Liu Luoyin's back. The voices were scattered at first, but finally blended into it and turned into just one voice.
"Master Ye, please accept the order from the headmaster!"
Finally, the cold man reached out his hand, took the token, and said calmly: "Get up, I will return it to you when you reach the Nascent Soul stage."
Liu Luoyin only felt a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders. He did not want to verify whether Ye Shubai's words were true or not. He only knew that he had managed to defend the Qingliu Sword Sect this time. He knelt beside her and cried silently.
Elder Hong Zhuo was dumbfounded. Because of Liu Luoyin's kneeling and begging, he looked like a clown, which was really ridiculous.
What's worse is that if Ye Shubai really became the head of the sect, let alone the position of elder, he wouldn't even be able to stay in the Qingliu Sword Sect!
He panicked and subconsciously looked up at Qian Zhenzi, but the other party didn't even bother to look at him. He just looked at Ye Shubai with murderous eyes.
After a long time, Qian Zhenzi finally calmed down and said with a straight face: "Then congratulations to Brother Ye for taking over the position of the headmaster. As the leader of a sect, you may have to consider the sect. The demon cultivators are causing trouble again. I wonder when Brother Ye will discuss with us about fighting against the demon cultivators together?"
He once again pointed out the matter of the demon cultivators, and then said slowly: "My Chuixue Island is close to the open sea, and has always been the first line of defense against the demon cultivators..."
Jiang Aotian understood, and unlike Qian Zhenzi, he said directly: "The demon cultivators are coming to attack us, let's put aside the past grudges for now, and we can discuss it after we defeat the demon cultivators!"
They were numerous and powerful, with five great tribulation-crossing masters present, so they were not afraid of dying tragically like Elder Ouyang.
Ye Shubai faced this farce calmly, as if he was completely detached from it. It was only at this moment that he asked calmly, "So, what exactly are you doing here?"
When he asked this, Qian Zhenzi's aura darkened and he sneered, "Of course I'm here to pay my respects."
If Ye Shubai is willing to bow his head and forget the past, they will come here to mourn Liu Zhengxu.
If he insists on holding a grudge against the past, then they are here to mourn Ye Shubai!
"Condolences?" Ye Shubai repeated these three words, and said slowly: "Then you shouldn't stand, kneel down, kowtow and burn incense."
Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai in disbelief. What was going on? Her honest sword spirit had actually learned to be so weird? Who on earth had taught him to be so smart
Qian Zhenzi had not expected Ye Shubai to say such words. He was slightly startled, and then he said loudly: "You are so arrogant and presumptuous. You are not a righteous person. Fellow Taoists, today we will follow the will of heaven and eliminate this great trouble for the cultivation world!"
This is a case of using justice to intimidate people and resorting to direct action instead, Wen Yun thought to himself.
As expected, the world of cultivation is just a disguise of the mortal world. In the end, it still depends on one's cultivation level, just as it was five hundred years ago. Whoever survives to the end will write history.
There is no such thing as following the will of heaven; it's just the law of the jungle.
"I spared your life because it is not easy for you to cultivate. All the people in Qingliu Sword Sect are under your tyranny. Ye Shubai, prepare to die!"
As the words rang out, Qian Zhenzi threw out dozens of talismans in his hand, and his figure floated up like a ghost. The formation plate in his hand moved rapidly, and the entire First Peak was trapped in the formation.
Jiang Aotian beside him could no longer hold back. When he heard the fight was about to start, he immediately showed ecstasy and chopped towards Ye Shubai with the big knife in both hands.
A set of Jiang family swordsmanship is used, and each sword is stronger than the last!
Chuixuedao has mastered the art of formations to the extreme. When Qianzhenzi's killing formation came out, the disciples with low cultivation levels suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if a mountain was pressing down on them. Jiang Aotian's sword energy was raging in the hall, and the tall pillars and roof beams were chopped into sharp fragments, which mercilessly attacked the people below.
Many junior brothers and sisters who were not yet at the Jindan stage vomited blood and fell into a coma, and were about to die on the spot.
Liu Luo felt a pain in her eyes and managed to raise her voice to save her fellow disciples, but she was unable to take care of herself at the moment and had no energy to care about them.
At this moment, Wen Yun, who had been silent for a long time, took a step forward like a ghost. She held Liu Luoyin in her arms with one hand to protect her, and with the fire stick in the other hand, she quickly pointed at several positions in the air. Several golden lights lit up from the tip of her stick, and the pressure that almost crushed her lungs suddenly disappeared.
Wen Yun pushed Liu Luoyin to a safe place, but saw that she was still standing there in a daze, frowning: "Why don't you take your fellow apprentices down the mountain quickly!"
The heads and elders of each peak had already responded, and one of them protected a group of disciples as they fled outside.
Qian Zhenzi snorted coldly, and did not distract himself to deal with these ordinary disciples. He still pretended to be serious and said in a stern voice: "Fellow Daoists, you have hurt innocent people by mistake. Only kill the thief Ye!"
As he spoke, he threw out several formations, all of which were ruthless killing formations.
"You're already injured! And you're still pretending to be a saint!"
Wen Yunqing shouted and cast a magic of acceleration on himself, his hands moving quickly to break the magic circle thrown by Qian Zhenzi.
Qian Zhenzi originally wanted to concentrate on dealing with Ye Shubai, but he didn't expect that Wen Yun would defeat him. Every time he set up a killing formation, the little girl would easily resolve it.
In the battle of formations, he was actually at a disadvantage. The more they fought, the more terrifying he felt that this man was. Is there anyone in the world who is better at formations than him
"Girl, who taught you the art of formation?"
Wen Yun smiled wantonly and said arrogantly: "I am self-taught, why do I need someone to teach me?"
As expected, this girl is so disgusting when she opens her mouth. Qian Zhenzi really regrets talking to her.
Seeing that he was being entangled by Wen Yun, and Jiang Aotian was losing the fight with Ye Shubai, Qian Zhenzi glared at the three people behind him: "If you don't take action now, you are asking for death!"
Master Duyuan, who was chanting the scriptures, paused, but did not raise his head. He lowered his head and chanted the scriptures faster and struck the wooden fish faster, as if he did not hear Qianzhenzi's words.
Qian Zhenzi's face darkened and he said hurriedly, "Duyuan, do you think he will let you go if you don't take action? He even killed his fellow disciple Ouyang. The next person to be dissected and have his baby dug out will be you!"
Master Duyuan showed a compassionate smile on his face, and sighed in self-reflection: "Good, Buddha said that turning back is the shore. I committed many sins in the past. In order to save Master, I had evil thoughts and took Master Ye's Jade Infant. But Master would rather die than use this thing. Before he passed away, he repeatedly asked me to take good care of the Jade Infant and return it intact when he came back."
He raised his head, bowed and said slowly: "I came to Qingliu Sword Sect half a month ago and returned the Jade Infant to its original owner."
After saying this, Master Duyuan lowered his head again, struck a wooden fish and chanted scriptures like an old monk in meditation. He remained unmoved despite the fighting and killing in the hall.
Qian Zhenzi suddenly felt his head explode, as if someone had stabbed him in the back.
Jiang Aotian, who heard this, angrily called him a bald donkey, and chopped the big knife in his hand faster and faster, slashing at Ye Shubai desperately, and shouted: "Friend Yu, Friend Wan, hurry up!"
Yu Jianli tightened the folding fan in his hand and glanced at Ye Shubai, but did not join the battle. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, "I heard from the younger generation of the Wan family that Qinghong was saved by Fellow Daoist Ye... Is this true?"
Ye Shubai was fighting with Jiang Aotian, but Wen Yun was able to distract himself and answer: "His soul is still in my hands!"
Jiang Aotian was becoming more and more overwhelmed, and he only regretted that none of his teammates came to help him. He cursed angrily, "Yu Jianli, you bastard! He only has a son. If you lose him, you can have another one! Could it be that you have become a eunuch?"
Yu Jianli did not answer, but only looked at Ye Shubai, and then slowly took out a jade baby, and said with a faint breath: "I have committed a serious crime and do not seek to live in disgrace. You can kill me or cut me up as you wish. The jade baby has been taken out long ago, and now it is returned to its original owner. I only ask Ye Daoyou to save my son Qinghong's life."
Seeing this, Jiang Aotian's sword skills became chaotic and he roared, "No wonder you look like you have kidney deficiency! It turns out you have been preparing for this!"
After saying this, he threw the Jade Baby in the direction of Ye Shubai, then closed his eyes, took a step back silently, and actually chose to stand by and watch like Master Du Yuan.
The tiny flying fragment suddenly shone brightly the moment it approached Ye Shubai, and merged into his body as if it had a soul.
Ye Shubai's spiritual power rises to another level!
Jiang Aotian, who was already having a hard time fighting, suddenly felt the pressure increase. Even though his cultivation was several times higher than that of Elder Ouyang, he became increasingly powerless facing Ye Shubai.
Qian Zhenzi was so shocked by this sudden change that his technique of setting up the formation slowed down and he even vomited a mouthful of blood which sprayed onto the formation plate.
He never expected things to turn out like this.
Under his plan, it would be no problem for the five tribulation-crossing masters to kill Ye Shubai, but unexpectedly, two of them turned against him during the battle!
His eyes were as cold as ice, and he roared, "Fellow Daoist Wan, are you also going to surrender to the enemy?"
"My heart is sincere, how could I surrender to the enemy?" The ancestor of the Wan family spoke in a voice as loud as thunder. He took out a golden abacus from his hand and flew towards Qian Zhenzi with a laugh.
The golden abacus is the Wan family's most precious treasure. It is said that the Wan family collected magic weapons from all over the world and spent a thousand years refining it before it was made. One bead can turn into a mountain. If one bead is used, one less will be the next. Old man Wan was willing to take it out. It seems that he has made up his mind to kill!
Qian Zhenzi felt relieved. Seeing the ancestor of the Wan family taking out the treasure in the bottom of the box, he gritted his teeth and took out all the priceless Tribulation Realm talismans on his body, ready to fight to the death!
He said sharply, "I'm pestering this girl, you go and help Jiang---Um!"
He didn't even have time to finish saying this.
Qian Zhenzi's body shook, and he felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on him from behind, crushing his internal organs.
Before he could react, another heavy pressure hit him. This time he couldn't even stand up. He fell to his knees with a wail.
Qian Zhenzi lay on the ground, watching his formation plate fall to the ground, and then watched another golden bead fall in front of him and smash the formation plate to pieces.
He opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily like a stray dog, tears and blood flowing from his eyes. He looked at the man holding the golden abacus in disbelief.
The ancestor of the Wan family shot out three abacus beads in a row before he stopped. He first gave Wen Yun a kind smile, and then slowly turned to Qian Zhenzi.
"I've said it all." The smile on the face of the Wan family ancestor disappeared without a trace. He looked at Qian Zhenzi coldly and repeated the words -
"My heart is sincere, how could I surrender to the enemy?"
Qian Zhenzi’s eyes went dark.
At this time, Jiang Aotian was also repelled by Ye Shubai's sword. Amid his wailing, the wooden sword pierced through his dantian, shattered his jade baby, and came out with a tiny jade baby on the tip of the sword!
Jiang Aotian’s wails echoed throughout the world.
He was once the most accomplished cultivator in the four continents, and even though Qian Zhenzi despised him, he did not dare to attack him.
And now, the spiritual power in his body poured out like a tide as the jade infant was shattered. No matter how he struggled and stretched out his hands, he could not grasp any spiritual power at all. He could only watch them dissipate in this world.
Jiang Aotian’s eyes were wide open as he looked up at the wisps of white mist rising in front of him.
The cultivation that he was proud of, the pinnacle of martial arts that he had been pursuing all his life, the path to ascension that he had always dreamed of.
He fell from the peak of tribulation to the early stage of tribulation, and then fell to the Spirit Transformation Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Golden Core Stage, and finally slowed down to the Foundation Establishment Stage.
This life is like a dream. He is in the dream and doesn't want to wake up. He just holds the knife, but finds that he can't even lift the knife.
Jiang Aotian covered his bleeding abdomen, laughed strangely and muttered something about "ascension" and "number one in the world", as if he was crazy.
Ye Shubai put away his sword, and Wen Yun also put away his stick. They both looked at the two people below in silence.
One was seriously injured and about to die, and the other had lost all his cultivation, and both looked crazy.
The Wan Family Patriarch suddenly turned to look at Ye Shubai, bowed deeply, and sighed, "Fellow Daoist Ye, these two can no longer stir up trouble. Would you be willing to spare their lives for my sake?"
Before Ye Shubai could answer, Wen Yun met the eyes of the Wan family ancestor and seemed to understand something.
She nodded and spoke first: "Of course, you know he has the best heart, just let these two go."
The ancestor of the Wan family bowed again to express his gratitude, and then he used his spiritual power to lead the two men out of the Qingliu Sword Sect's mountain gate.
He said bitterly, "The condolences are over, and you two should go back. I know that Ye Shubai is very powerful, and I have no choice but to do this for the sake of protecting you two. Fortunately, he is willing to spare your lives for my sake. Thank goodness."
Qian Zhenzi's face turned pale and he could hardly stand. He looked at the ancestor of the Wan family hatefully but did not dare to speak.
Jiang Aotian, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, was still laughing and saying nonsense like "ascension", "white jade" and "number one in the world".
He couldn't lift the big knife and was looking for it everywhere. The ancestor of the Wan family showed pity on his face and took out a lighter knife from his mustard seed bag and put it in his hand.
The kind old man said in a gentle voice: "Fellow Daoist, practice well. As long as the opportunity is good, you will be able to return to the top position in the world."
After saying that, he bowed to the two of them and prepared to leave.
But before he turned around, he seemed to remember something, and comforted her without even turning his head -
"It seems that Daoist Fellow Qian's white jade has not been taken back yet. With that treasure, I think he will be able to recover his cultivation in no time."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Zhenzi felt a chill on his back.
He turned his head suddenly, only to see Jiang Aotian holding a knife and slashing at him with red eyes.
The ancestor of the Wan family came back very quickly.
Wen Yun looked at him. The old man had a smile on his face and winked at her implicitly. She understood and slowly put away the fire stick in her hand.
The ancestor of the Wan family took a step forward and saw that everyone in the hall was looking at him. He could only shake his head and sighed with emotion.
"I knew that there was a conflict between Chuixue Island and the Jiang family, but I didn't expect the hatred between the two was so deep. Maybe they had some conflict during the condolence just now, which led to the two of them fighting to the death outside Jianzong Mountain..."
The old man said the last sentence with a compassionate look and a heavy and regretful tone:
“…they both died.”