Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Brother, your breathing is disordered

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Ye Nanque's heart skipped a beat.

Mu Jiulin held his wrist tightly. Ye Nanque paused slightly, turned around slowly, and felt that he should say something.

"Why didn't you say it was me?" Mu Jiulin should have said it was him, that would be logical.

Ye Nanque finally paid attention to him. Although there was still some tentativeness in his tone, it was a good thing that he was willing to talk to him.

Mu Jiulin answered brightly, "They already suspected me. I have to go to the Discipline Hall anyway. It's better for me to go alone than for the two of us to go together."

What you said actually... makes some sense.

Ye Nanque was convinced by him and looked him in the eye: "Are you feeling well?"

Mu Jiulin: "Okay, very good, nothing happened. Don't worry, Senior Brother Ye, the Zhaoxin Formation won't harm your body."

Although it won't hurt the body... the pain is real after all.

Ye Nanque didn't feel comfortable asking him what happened in the formation, so he avoided the question and said, "I've needed a lot of things in Lingquan these past few days..."

Mu Jiulin interrupted him and pointed behind him: "Brother, look."

Following the direction of his finger, Ye Nanque looked back and saw a withered tree in the yard rapidly growing tender leaves, leaves, and flowers covering the entire crown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then falling flowers like flying catkins. It was simply an amazing magic trick.

Mu Jiulin said excitedly, "I've read some books and learned some methods to control my spiritual roots. I won't have any more messy things to trip you up in the future. Brother, do you think I'm working hard enough?"

Whose child is this young man who is asking for praise? Take him away.

Also, hasn't it only been two days since Mu Jiulin learned about his spiritual roots and talent? How can he have "read some books"? He reads books really fast, and his self-study speed is also extraordinary.

Maybe this is... the flow of talent.

Even Ye Nanque couldn't help but admire it a little.

Stop, he couldn't continue admiring it like this. It was dangerous.

Although he didn't know where the danger was, Ye Nanque's sixth sense told him that this was not the right way to go and it was very dangerous.

Ye Nanque forced himself to turn his eyes away: "I can see that you really put in a lot of effort. Junior Brother Mu, you are extremely talented and you are willing to work hard. No wonder Master likes you so much."

Mu Jiulin's eyes flashed: "I..."

Ye Nanque smiled and said, "Alright, don't waste Master's kindness. Go change your clothes."

While Mu Jiulin was soaking in the spiritual spring, Ye Nanque had nothing to do, so he meditated beside him. Occasionally, he opened his eyes and saw Mu Jiulin closing his eyes and concentrating in the water. With golden spiritual energy surrounding him, he actually felt a little at ease.

What's with this peaceful and tranquil atmosphere... What's with feeling a little immersed in it... What's with wanting to shake hands with Mu Jiulin and have a drink together... It seems like it wouldn't be bad for them to just stay in this Lingquan Room forever, although no one would allow it.

System: [Who is Tongtong?]

Ye Nanque: [Tsk, why are you still eavesdropping on people's thoughts?]

Mu Jiulin suddenly opened his eyes, his distinct black and white pupils moistened with moisture, making him look even more... innocent? He felt a little guilty at the thought of harming such a good boy.

He looked towards Ye Nanque and said, "Brother, your breathing is disordered. Is there something wrong?"

Ye Nanque: "I didn't, you're talking nonsense."

Mu Jiulin narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes, Senior Brother is right, I must have heard it wrong."

Before the seventh day, they were called out by Jiang Caiyu on the sixth day.

It is said that the escape of Chou Song from the Demon Prison shocked hundreds of immortal sects. The head of Xuanzong, who was good at divination, specially made a fortune telling and said that when Chou Song was born, the world would experience a catastrophe, and only a young man with a pair of spiritual roots could be the savior of Jiuzhou.

Xuanzong defined this as between ten and twenty years old. He issued a notice requiring all disciples of the immortal sects in Jiuzhou who met this age to immediately come to Xuanzong, where they would be personally examined by the Xuanzong elders to find the boy with dual spiritual roots.

Xuanzong was famous for his love of organizing events. He would hold New Year's events and year-end parties every year. Ye Nanque gave him the nickname Jiuzhou HR.

Many people suspected that Xuanzong just wanted to find an excuse to hold a grand event, but Xuanzong was famous for divination after all, and the fact that he dared to announce it so widely showed that there should be no problem with the divination result.

In addition, many disciples of the immortal sects are eager to make a splash and are eager to be the ones to be found to have dual spiritual roots.

All the major casinos in Jiuzhou have opened for betting on who will be the savior with dual spiritual roots.

Shame on you, Ye Nanque topped the list with 96,175 votes.

Ye Nanque once again proudly puffed out his chest.

Even though he wasn't the savior, it didn't stop him from being proud of his fame. Who else could be the top star in Kyushu?

You Bihuai led the team personally, with Jiang Caiyu as deputy captain, and led seventeen children who met the age requirements on the journey to Xuanzong.

Xuanzong, this sect that is more bustling than others, adheres to the principle of hiding in the city and has turned his sect into a city.

Fancheng.

Fancheng is a city with a high level of commercialization and entertainment, with a restaurant every five steps and a teahouse every ten. Many of the disciples from the Sword Controlling Sect who came this time were visiting Fancheng for the first time. Compared to the secluded and secluded place of the Sword Controlling Sect, it was truly a paradise on earth.

At this time, the city was filled with disciples from various sects who were invited here, and on the streets one could see the... uh... school uniforms of different sects.

They found an inn to stay in.

You Bihuai and Jiang Caiyu naturally didn't like to join in the fun, but the young disciples who came this time were young and unstable, so it was inevitable that they wanted to go out and play.

They didn't dare to look for Jiang Caiyu and You Bihuai, so they set their sights on Ye Nanque, who seemed particularly easy to talk to.

Ye Nanque couldn't resist the nagging of his fellow apprentices and had to agree to take them for a stroll on the street.

Not long after they left, they entered a teahouse, ordered some tea, and listened to stories while drinking.

Everyone was listening to the story at first, but someone noticed that they were disciples of the Yu Jian Sect and said something sarcastic.

"The Sword Controlling Sect prides itself on being noble, so why are they joining in the fun in Fancheng today?"

Qin Qi couldn't sit still and immediately drew his sword to argue with the man.

Ye Nanque held his hand and shook his head.

He glanced back and saw that they were disciples of the Painting Immortal Sect. Their magical tools were brushes and ink, and their specialized skill, "Wonderful Brushstrokes," allowed them to paint anything. Their magical attacks were powerful, but their melee wasn't. They couldn't possibly defeat the Sword Controlling Sect in terms of physical prowess. Given this, Ye Nanque dismissed all these sour remarks as jealousy.

He thought that if he ignored it, everything would be fine, but who knew that his very act of ignoring it would somehow anger the other party, and he became even more aggressive.

"That's right. Ye Nanque of the Sword Controlling Sect is at the top of the list of all the major gambling houses in Jiuzhou. Everyone is betting that he is the savior with dual spiritual roots. How can you, the Sword Controlling Sect, not compete for such a good title?"

This means that he is ambitious and seeking fame and reputation.

What he said is quite pertinent.

Ye Nanque didn't feel that he was being scolded. He didn't think there was anything wrong with competing for this title from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone wants good things, so why not fight for them? Anyway, no one here is the real savior except Mu Jiulin.

Another voice interrupted lazily, "That's right. The Yu Jian Sect appears to be peaceful, but they actually want to take over everything. That Ye Nanque is widely rumored, but I've never seen him take action. Maybe he's just a fool."

The person who was speaking had a black veil on his face and had pale skin. He looked like a member of the Wu Sect. Ye Nanque didn't recognize him at all.

This big brother said that he had never seen him take action. Could it be because... they had never seen him take action before?

Qin Qi jumped up and asked, "Who are you calling a straw bag?"

Ye Nanque held him back: "Don't quarrel."

The Wu Sect disciple laughed mockingly, "I'm talking about you, the Yu Jian Sect."

Miao Jue also jumped up: "Oh, how can you be a hero if you just talk? If you have the guts, fight."

Ye Nanque used his other hand to hold Miao Jue: "Why are you fighting? Sit down and listen to the book."

The Huaxian Sect member stood up and said, "Fight me if you dare!"

After the third young disciple of the Yu Jian Sect stood up, Ye Nanque no longer had the hands to pull him.

It's exhausting, taking care of kids is really exhausting. No wonder Jiang Caiyu and You Bihuai don't like taking these bastards out, he's really asking for trouble.

It was unclear who took the first step, but a thread of poisonous insects was the first to wrap around him. It must have been the work of the Wu Sect's people.

Miao Jue and his stupid bastards rushed out like lit firecrackers.

Since the fight had started, Ye Nanque couldn't just sit back and watch. He rushed to the front and found that Mu Jiulin was already there.

In the chaotic scene, he snorted at Mu Jiulin: "Why are you rushing? Back off."

Mu Jiulin smiled cheerfully: "I am here to share your worries, Senior Brother."

Ye Nanque glared at him and said, "What realm am I in? What realm are you in? Back off!"

It was a rare occasion that Mu Jiulin didn't listen to him this time. He pretended not to hear and fought with others.

The teacup was shattered, the table was cracked, and in the midst of the chaos, the disciple of the Painting Immortal Sect who had spoken earlier shouted, "Look at my master's magic weapon."

He threw a scroll from his arms and it flew into the air. The scroll unfolded and emitted light. Ye Nanque was blinded by the light and raised his hand to block it.

A force dragged him, and when he felt the light disappear and put his hand down, he was already standing in front of a building with carved beams and painted rafters.

There are three characters "Feitianlou" engraved on the door plaque.

Ye Nanque asked, "Where is this?"

The disciple who had thrown the scroll proudly replied, "This is the magical treasure 'Flying Tower' that my master personally drew. We are all now inside the painting. In this world, no one can use spiritual energy. Everyone is equal. Even those who have attained enlightenment are no different from ordinary people."

Ye Nanque: "Then...how do we get out?"

The disciple smiled coldly: "I can't."

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How did he say these three words so confidently?

Ye Nanque looked around. There were a dozen or so disciples from the Yu Jian Sect that he brought with him, as well as a table of five or six provocative disciples from the Hua Xian Sect, and four people from the Wu Sect who were fanning the flames.

In short, all the people who were fighting were sucked in, even the people from the Huaxian Sect were not spared.

Ye Nanque: "What do you mean by 'no one can use spiritual energy'?"

"You don't understand this? It means literally, spells, spiritual talents... all these things that surpass ordinary people are unusable."

Ye Nanque: "Everyone...is this the case?"

"Of course, this is my master's magic weapon, I know it best."

Ye Nanque rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and called out to all the Yu Jian Sect disciples: "Beat him up."

He said forcefully: "We have more people, we have the advantage."

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