Chapter 114 Nangong Wentian’s Doubt

Nangong Wentian was surprised and delighted: "Junior sister is indeed extraordinary." Then he looked at the light in the distance that connected to the underground crack, thoughtfully.

The enormous power and the memories that surged like a tide intertwined and collided in Xiaobai's soul.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and even though she was only in a trance at the moment, she revealed a hint of pain and confusion.

The goddess in the previous life was cold and aloof, shouldering the responsibility of the people, her words were laws, and she looked down on all living things.

But in this life, she is Xiaobai, the little darling who is pampered by her master, brothers and sisters in Qingling Sect. She likes sweet candied haws, likes playing with her friends, and occasionally gets punished by Elder Liu for being naughty.

who I am?

There are two completely different figures pulling at each other in my mind.

Who should I be?

Is it to pick up the dignity and responsibility of the goddess again and embark on that lonely and lofty divine path again?

Or should I continue to be this carefree little white man surrounded by love?

Is it true that the goddess's responsibility and Xiaobai's happiness cannot coexist?

Under the surge of power and the impact of memory brought by the Chaos Immortal Flute, Xiaobai's soul began to think seriously and deeply for the first time.

In this life, what kind of path will she, Xiaobai, take?

And the starting point of this road seems to have begun with the unexpected return of the Chaos Fairy Flute.

After a while, Xiaobai woke up.

Nangong Wentian sent a message to Xiaobai: "Junior sister, you must have triggered some inheritance just now. Your cultivation and spiritual power are skyrocketing. The bracelet on your hand was given by the previous master. Don't worry, the material is special and it is basically unnoticeable.

You don't have to worry, but don't tell anyone about your situation after you get out."

I have to say that Nangong Wentian is really thoughtful. Just when Xiaobai didn't know how to explain himself, Nangong Wentian found a perfect excuse.

[Master, your magic weapon is sleeping in your sea of ​​consciousness. Oh, and there is another one with a spirit and a bad temper. You'd better go in and talk to him for a few days.]

The words in the heavenly book made Xiaobai realize that this was really not an ordinary magic weapon.

[Young Master, you'd better do more tasks after the competition to help the Son of Luck reach his peak, so that you can go up earlier.] Tianshu didn't dare to say it because there were old friends from the previous session waiting for Xiaobai to rescue him.

After Xiaobai and his group reunited, Almu decided to follow Qingling Sect as well, so whatever Xiaobai and his group found, half of it would be given to Almu.

At about the same time, Xiaobai and the others came out together.

When it came time to settle the points, Xiaobai and his team took fifth place in this round because they had been busy with other things.

After three days of rest, the regular disciple competition began and the team competition was completely over.

Fan Wuzhi estimated that it was still among the top ten sects, which was enough.

[My young master, Qiao Tingting has been absorbing luck again recently, but I don’t know why I haven’t issued any tasks here, and I feel that the power of the laws of heaven and earth in this world is slowly dissipating.]

After listening to this, Xiaobai thought about everything again. Perhaps the Pseudo Heavenly Dao had found some way to suppress the power of the laws of heaven and earth from interfering with him, while at the same time he still wanted to rely on the power of luck to do something.

[Young master, I suddenly have a lot of information about the children of luck here, but the strange thing is that some of them have strong luck, some have average luck, but no matter what, there shouldn't be so many of them.

My little master, there is one more thing. I feel that my true self may not be what it is now. Before, I was one with Master Xiaoshu.

I didn't even have emotions or consciousness, but now I have consciousness.

I don’t know whether I should tell you or not, but I am very confused, and my own perception seems to be disturbed. I receive a lot of information but I can’t judge its authenticity. 】

Xiaobai had discovered something was wrong with the Heavenly Book a long time ago, but she always thought that it was Xiaoshu's ideology that was awakened through the Heavenly Book.

But how could something that was originally one suddenly become two different consciousnesses?

There was no time to sort out Xiaobai's disciples as the competition had already begun.

Nangong Wentian told Fan Wuzhi about Xiaobai’s special situation, and then Fan Wuzhi asked Xiaobai not to participate this time. After all, it was better to observe more since it was the first time.

Nan Ningxia felt that she was about to break through but couldn't, so she decided not to participate in the competition. She somehow felt that Fu Yu Mountain in Tianling City had the answer, so she decided to go there.

In addition, Murong Xiao is not dead yet, and he will definitely come when he knows that I am going to Fuyu Mountain.

Fan Wuzhi thought about it and agreed, but secretly spent a large sum of money to let Elder Liu go there with him.

"Xia Xia, I will come to you after I finish the game." Jimo Bai looked at Nan Ningxia with eyes that were so gentle that they almost burst into tears.

The two people then parted ways after making an agreement. As expected, after Murong Xiao learned the news, he couldn't wait to recover and prepared to kill Nan Ningxia.

Elder Liu here finally had some free time and was speechless when he saw Fan Wuzhi's life-threatening message.

But when he saw the wine the other party promised, he immediately replied "OK."

The first round of the disciple competition was divided into different levels of cultivation, and then divided according to the Taoism of cultivation. Basically, sword cultivators would compete against sword cultivators, talisman cultivators would compete against talisman cultivators, and so on...

The next step is for the top thirty in each competition to be put together and draw lots for the competition.

Almost all the Xiaobais went to watch the game and cheer, and as expected, Fu Xiu Li Xiaoran came in first.

Alchemy practitioner Nangong Wen was unilaterally kicked out because he scared the elders, sect leaders, and powerful hermits who were evaluating him after he finished the first furnace assessment.

An eighth-grade alchemist at the age of twenty, this is something I have never heard of before. His cultivation is higher than that of some elders.

It was too shocking. Nangong Wentian felt bad. He had been holding back, but how come he was still at the eighth level after practicing? He couldn't figure out whether the highest level of alchemy was the twelfth level or not as recorded in the records. However, he vaguely felt that the record was wrong because he had not used his full strength.

[Young master, I have figured out one piece of information is true, that is, some of the recorded skills in this world of cultivation are wrong, and common sense is wrong, because just now I detected that your third senior brother questioned the way of heaven.

Most of the dense information in front of my eyes disappeared. 】

[Wait, if you do this, I know how to crack it.] Xiaobai's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he found Nanning Wentian.

"Brother, I find that your alchemy skills are not limited to just a few grades, right? Or rather, it depends on what grade you want it to become."

Xiaobai's words suddenly made Nangong Wentian understand something that was originally unclear in his mind.

"Oh, oh, little sister, I know what the problem is. Come with me." Nangong Wentian took Xiaobai to the alchemy room prepared by the alliance. It was composed of separate single rooms.

It is also protected by a soundproof formation and has runes to prevent it from being seen by spiritual consciousness.