Early the next morning, Luo Ziyin was woken up by Di Yange and prepared to take the aptitude test.
After all, only by getting this kid into the Jianxin Sect first can she commit suicide better.
As a future villain, in Di Yange's opinion, there would be absolutely no problem for Luo Zinyin to join a small sect.
The same is true for others.
So everyone started to flatter Luo Ziyin, whose face was full of depression.
"Does it really need to test the aptitude of the Great Emperor Qingyang? Being able to join that small sect is a supreme honor for that sect."
"It is said that the Great Emperor Qingyang was born with immortal spiritual roots and even possesses pure yang blood. That small sect is really lucky."
"So, Demon Lord Xiao Jue was once a disciple of that small sect. This small sect is really amazing."
"The Demon Lord is nothing. He was still suppressed in the ancient land by the Demon Emperor Di Yange. He will never be able to come out."
"If Di Yange dies, will Xiao Jue take the opportunity to escape?"
"Do you think that all of us in the God Realm are useless? If we can kill Emperor Yan Ge, we can kill the Demon Lord next time."
"But the Heavenly Dao Mirror can only be used once..."
While everyone was chattering.
A disdainful voice rang out from the light curtain: "Waste spiritual roots, ordinary bloodline."
At this moment, everyone present fell silent.
"Ha...haha, worthy of being the Great Emperor Qingyang, even with useless spiritual roots, he can still...uh..."
"There must be something wrong with the aptitude tester. How could Emperor Qingyang have a useless spiritual root?"
“Yes, yes…”
Everyone continued to flatter him, but everyone knew that with useless spiritual roots, no matter how powerful the skills were, it would be impossible for him to ascend to heaven, let alone become one of the powerful emperors.
Even Luo Ziyin was a little confused, because in his memory, since he fainted that day and woke up, he was already in the Jianxin Sect. No one had ever mentioned his qualifications. In addition, he was still young at that time, so he did not practice.
I don't know when he started practicing, but he has been soaring since he started practicing.
Luo Ziyin was silent for a while, muttering to himself: "Master and Senior Sister must have secretly changed my qualifications."
Although it's a bit far-fetched, this is the only explanation.
…
The other side.
"Boy, are you going to take the test or not? If not, get out of here right away."
The disciples of Jianxin Sect glared at the exquisite-looking Di Yan Ge, obviously having many complaints about her appearance.
Di Yange just smiled and said: "I'm in trouble. I'm going to break into the sword tomb."
"What? You want to break into the Sword Tomb?" The Jianxin Sect disciple's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't regret it. Even if you're still a child, once you open your mouth, there's no turning back."
"Thank you for the reminder, uncle. I still want to go to the Sword Tomb. I have reasons why I have to go."
The disciple who was called uncle couldn't help but twist his face a little: "Hehe."
After learning that someone was going to break into the Sword Tomb, all the disciples of Jianxin Sect gathered around curiously.
However, after seeing the child Di Yange, some people looked down on him, some were disdainful, some were looking for fun, and naturally, some were trying to persuade him.
After all, he is still a child, how could he know how dangerous it is there.
It is said that this sword tomb is an unknown underground tomb accidentally discovered by the Jianxin Sect.
There were tens of thousands of people who went in, but the number of people who came out could be counted on one hand. Moreover, those who came out were either seriously injured or crazy. Even the leader of the Jianxin Sect with the highest cultivation level almost died in there.
Afterwards, this underground tomb successfully attracted the attention of various forces. However, even the strong men from the major sects almost died there when they went in.
Furthermore, they discovered that there were only some mundane swords inside.
Gradually, those big sects lost interest.
This place also became the Jianxin Sect, which was used to give ordinary people without qualifications a chance. To put it bluntly, it was used to demonstrate their righteousness, but everyone knew that if ordinary people went in, they would die.
The onlookers all looked down on him.
"Di Yange doesn't even have the talent to predict, yet she wants to break into the Sword Tomb. It turns out she has never been a content person since she was a child."
"This... Emperor Qingyang can't enter Jianxin Sect. If she goes to Jianxin Sect, what will happen to Emperor Qingyang? Poor Emperor Qingyang, he will probably be abandoned."
"Di Yange has really not been a good person since childhood?"
"Shut up, all of you." Luo Ziyin couldn't bear to listen any longer.
Although Di Yan Ge is really a worthless person now, at least at that time, he was all in her eyes and heart. He always felt that she went to the Sword Tomb because of him.
Luo Ziyin became more and more upset. He always felt that if he continued watching, he would lose control, but he had to watch. He had to find out what was going on.
He wanted to know why his memory was different from Di Yange's.
…
At this moment, a shrill cry of surprise came from the light curtain: "Impossible, how could I have a useless spiritual root? I want to join the Sword Heart Sect. I beg you to accept me as your disciple."
The Jianxin Sect disciples looked at the disheveled youth with disdain, pointing at Di Yange and saying, "You have useless spiritual roots, yet you dare to try to join our Jianxin Sect. You can learn from that kid and break into the Sword Tomb. As long as you survive and retrieve a sword from the Sword Tomb, you will be a direct disciple of the Jianxin Sect elders."
"Sword Tomb? I'll go."
The boy turned his head and saw the most dazzling boy in the crowd. After seeing her face clearly, he felt inexplicably disliked her.
And Di Yange also saw him.
The other person was about twelve years old, wearing a somewhat tattered black brocade robe, with all his hair tied up, with a few strands of hair occasionally a little messy, but he had an upright posture and handsome features. Although he had not yet grown up, he already had an unconcealable sharpness.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
