It was too late to regret now. It was his fault for not thinking before doing anything. With a sigh, Liu Lang resigned himself to his fate and tied a red string to the ironclad evidence of his dark history.
Chen Xiao nodded, and was quite satisfied with Liu Lang's performance this time. In the following time, he made suggestions for improvement based on Liu Lang's shortcomings and praised him for his correct performance.
Liu Lang listened carefully, looking at Chen Xiao's solemn face, and gradually felt admiration for him.
The art of Feng Shui is his life-saving straw. As for Chen Xiao, the only one who can teach him, Liu Lang is actually still a little unsure about his ability.
After all, Chen Xiao was too young, and Liu Lang had prepared himself mentally for self-study. However, he did not expect that Chen Xiao would teach him so clearly and the results were better than he expected.
Moreover, he was able to enter the door in such a short period of time. Even a famous teacher could do the same. The most difficult step was over. No matter how hard the next practice would be, Liu Lang was happy with it.
The effect of the third eye on his body has disappeared. He can no longer see the vague aura around him. The compass in his hand has also returned to its normal state, and the hazy golden light on it seems to have never existed.
However, the vital energy that he could clearly feel in his sea of consciousness, which was completely different from his true energy, told him that all this was not a dream, nor was it his imagination.
Looking at the teacher's bright yet wise eyes, Liu Lang's heart was completely at peace.
Jing Hui urged him again, and Chen Xiao quickly talked to Liu Lang about the key points to consolidate the results of this practice.
The energy in Liu Lang's sea of consciousness was too little, so he could only use it as a spark. Chen Xiao didn't let him waste it, and gave him a protective talisman and a magical talisman in succession. The two of them then met up with Jing Hui and returned along the same route.
At that time, we saw two tributaries. This tributary was a fake dragon, so the other branch must be where the real dragon was.
With true energy, Liu Lang has enough mental strength and can learn to draw talismans.
But time was too tight at the moment, and Chen Xiao was afraid that he would bite off more than he could chew, so he only handed him an ordinary spirit-summoning talisman and asked him to trace it a hundred times before doing anything else.
Talking as they walked, they soon felt another tributary.
Jing Hui once again helped float to a high place and drew the approximate direction of the mountains. This time, Chen Xiao spent a lot of time to determine the next route.
Even Jinghui couldn't stay in one place to keep watch and had to move with them.
This real dragon was the most cunning and difficult to deal with he had ever seen. Not only was there a fake dragon as a cover, but there were also several suspicious places where the real dragon was.
Chen Xiaoke was not sure that he could tell which one was the real one just by looking at the simple lines on paper. He could only tell which one was the real dragon xue after going to the scene and looking at them one by one.
Chen Xiao knew that the longer they stayed there, the greater the chance that they would be found by the people who were tracking them, but they couldn't avoid taking this risk. Fortunately, Jing Hui and Liu Lang both supported them firmly, which made Chen Xiao less anxious.
While Chen Xiao and the other two were concealing their tracks and eliminating suspicion, an unusually thick cloud gathered in the Chongxuan Sect far away in Luochen Great Heaven Realm, attracting the attention of the Council of Officials and the elders.
Zhao Fang didn't notice it at first, and only came out to watch after being reminded by someone.
"Uncle Zhao, what happened?" A newcomer who had just entered the inner sect a few years ago was frightened by the unusual atmosphere and asked uneasily.
Zhao Fang comforted him like an elder, "Don't panic. It should be one of our fellow disciples who is advancing to a higher realm. Judging from the thickness and range of the clouds, he should be about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
For the newcomers, the Nascent Soul stage is very far away, and their status in the sect also jumps to a high level, becoming a big shot that these little guys don’t usually see.
With exclamations in their mouths, the newcomers excitedly discussed in low voices which senior would be promoted to the Nascent Soul stage this time.
However, Zhao Fang stared at the direction of the clouds' movement, which was towards Youkun Mountain. There was only one Jindan-stage cultivator living there, and that was Xi Yunting!
Zhao Fang could hardly suppress his inner shock. He knew that this uncle had been in seclusion recently in order to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, but he did not expect that he would make the breakthrough so soon. Even calamity clouds were generated, which showed that he was serious.
Zhao Fang couldn't help but rise up and came to the place closest to Youkun Mountain, where several fellow disciples had already arrived. Some of them were talking in low voices in groups of three or five, while others were staring at the calamity cloud with serious expressions.
Although Chang Shou has been highly valued over the years, he still cannot match Xi Yunting's status and influence. Not to mention that they both have excellent spiritual roots, even if they are ordinary cultivators, the sword cultivator's martial arts value is still superior to Chang Shou.
It can be said that among the second generation disciples, Xi Yunting is the most competitive one among those who can succeed the position of the head.
Uncle Xi's cultivation progress was too fast. As far as Zhao Fang knew, if he was promoted successfully this time, Uncle Xi would be the youngest known Nascent Soul cultivator.
It is no wonder that when Uncle Xi was young, his master Tai Su was afraid that he would die young, so he suppressed his cultivation and did not allow him to build a foundation too early.
Thick clouds covered half of the Chongxuan Sect, and a blue-purple halo appeared in the lead-colored clouds and gradually spread out.
"It's the Purple Cloud Thunder Tribulation again. Junior Brother Xi has never escaped this most powerful cloud of tribulation every time he has been promoted."
"Yes, when he was building his foundation, he shocked the entire Chongxuan Directorate and the elders. No matter how talented he is, I have never heard of anyone experiencing nine purple cloud thunder tribulations during the foundation building period."
"Think about when you and I were promoted, the most amazing thing was a red calamity cloud, and yellow calamity clouds were rare."
"Otherwise, Junior Brother Xi is the apple of the eye of the entire senior management. This talent is truly rare in a thousand years."
"Alas, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Outstanding talent is accompanied by strange special abilities. I still remember that Junior Brother Xi was strongly excluded by his peers and always kept to himself. In fact, I was always worried that his temper would become bad because of this. It was thanks to Senior Taisu's good teaching that he did not make any mistakes."
"Who says it's not..."
The whispers in the ears were gradually suppressed by the thunder. Everyone stopped talking and subconsciously held their breath, watching the lightning and thunder flashing and striking down in waves.
The distance was too far, and Zhao Fang couldn't imagine what the True Self Building looked like now. Just by standing here, he could smell the burnt smell of thunder-attributed spiritual energy in the air. It was so saturated that even the hair on his skin could feel it.
One can imagine what a shocking and huge momentum that was.
The head of the Office of Management was counting the thunderbolts from the calamity clouds in a low voice. The sound coming from the gaps was very clear, "...seven, eight...eleven, twelve, thirteen...twenty-four! Twenty-five! Twenty-six! Twenty-seven!" Exclamations came one after another, "It really is twenty-seven thunderbolts!"
"What should we do?" Zhao Fang looked in the direction of the voice and saw an uncle who had the same master as Uncle Xi. He heard him say with mixed feelings: "It is said that only the cultivators with the strongest potential will experience purple tribulation clouds, but each time there are nine more tribulation thunders. If this continues, by the time we pass the tribulation, won't the number of thunders be a multiple of seven or nine?"
Zhao Fang was still young and had not yet learned the profound knowledge of how to calculate the scale of the calamity clouds during the calamity period. But just by listening, he felt something was wrong.
You must know that the more powerful the calamity clouds are and the more times the calamity thunders occur, the lower the chance of successfully passing the calamity.
The calamity clouds of ordinary people are just ordinary lead clouds. Once the yellow and red calamity clouds appear, most people who try to pass the level will fail. The chance of passing the purple calamity clouds is even lower, not to mention that there are so many calamity thunders.
How will Xi Yunting survive the calamity then?
Everyone was thinking too far ahead and was caught up in worry, not realizing at all that they were worrying for no reason.
The top leaders of Chongxuan were so confident that they took it for granted that Xi Yunting would definitely cultivate to the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
After successfully being promoted, Xi Yunting's sword energy soared into the sky, and most of the calamity clouds instantly dissipated. After another half a day, the thick clouds disappeared completely.
The entire promotion process took exactly one day, and after it was over, one had to sit in meditation for a while. In addition, Xi Yunting didn't have many friends in the sect, so the elders and fellow brothers only sent him a congratulatory message, and no one came to congratulate him in groups.
Compared with the bustling crowds of people after others were promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, the front of the True Self Building was terribly deserted. However, Xi Yunting did not feel it was a big deal. Without his beloved one, he did not want any more celebration.
Having finally sorted out the field, summarized a new combat mode, and achieved the ultimate goal of being promoted successfully, Xi Yunting couldn't wait to meet his lover.
He didn't want to delay for a moment and started to pack up the things he needed for the trip. He wanted to pack up all the things he didn't care about in the past and take them away for Xiaodi to use. Even if he didn't use them, it would be good to have them.
In addition, some common medicines and supplies need to be prepared. I don’t know when I will be back this time, and the things outside are not as comprehensive as those inside.
While he was thinking about all these things, Xi Yunting's hands were moving quickly, collecting things in the bedroom neatly.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something and turned around. A person standing at the door behind him looked at him in surprise: "Junior brother, what are you doing? Are you moving?"
Xi Yunting paused, calmly put down the quilt in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Big Brother, what do you want to talk to me about?"
This is his senior brother Liu Shaoguang, who has the same master as him. His cultivation has reached the early stage of the spirit separation. Xi Yunting is quite close to this senior brother. When he was young, his master Tai Su was busy as the head of the sect, and the most basic parts were taught by Liu Shaoguang.
Later, Xi Yunting found that he always inadvertently brought bad luck to the people around him, and he was always unable to guard against it. After Liu Shaoguang was hit by the eaves of the hall falling down, he never took the initiative to get close to him again.
Only a few close relatives and friends could enter the True Self Building without any notice. Xi Yunting was a little annoyed. He was too careless. Even if other people didn't come, Liu Shaoguang would definitely come to congratulate him in person.
Liu Shaoguang raised his eyebrows and looked at the furnishings in Xi Yunting's bedroom with interest.
He had just said that Xi Yunting was moving, and it was not a random statement. Most of the curtains and bedding in the bedroom had been packed away, and even the ornaments that he remembered his junior brother liked very much were gone.
Liu Shaoguang was filled with gossip and asked curiously, "Little Junior Brother, what are you planning to do? Are you going to escape?"
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