I'm Already a Land Immortal, How Dare You Slander Me?

Transmigrating to a fantasy world, Lu Che became the Saint Son of the Myriad Laws Sword Sect and the Ninth Prince of the Great Yu Divine Dynasty! His status seemed lofty, but in reality, he was in ...

Chapter 38: Without Lu Che, the Sword Sect returns to its original form!

The memorials scattered all over the ground like snowflakes, but they could not dispel her anger and unwillingness!

The atmosphere in the hall was dead silent and oppressive, with only her furious shouts echoing.

Below, Saint Lin Luoyu frowned and stood there quietly without saying a word.

The elders were frightened by the harsh rebuke and questioning and broke out in cold sweats, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down their foreheads.

One of the elders stood out tremblingly, his lips trembling a few times, but he finally gritted his teeth and explained in a low voice:

"Master, this can't just be blamed on the disciples for not working hard enough!"

"Because there was Lu Che before!"

"Before, the inner disciples relied on Lu Che to teach them. Now that Lu Che is gone, the efficiency of their training has naturally been greatly reduced..."

Hearing this, the elders present nodded subconsciously.

Because it's true.

The reason why the previous disciples were able to practice smoothly and progress rapidly was indeed because Lu Che played a crucial role.

After all, the Great Yu Divine Dynasty had an incredibly profound foundation, with all kinds of classics and techniques. Coupled with the influence he had received since childhood, Lu Che's foundation was so profound that even the elders could hardly compare to it.

Under his guidance, the confusions encountered by the disciples in their practice can be easily resolved. How can the progress of their practice not be fast?

And now, Lu Che is gone!

Without guidance and help, the disciples' progress in cultivation naturally fell back to square one in an instant.

However, although everyone understands the truth, no one dares to say more.

Even the elder who had mustered up the courage lowered his voice as he spoke, as if he was afraid of angering Nangong Ruyan.

After saying that, he subconsciously and cautiously looked up and secretly glanced at Nangong Ruyan!