"How about Aotian?" Although Long Aotian would be given to the Lingjian Sect, Fan Tong loved talents and couldn't help asking.
Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Qingyu, waiting for her answer.
Zhao Qingyu shook her head and looked at Long Aotian, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and regret. She replied, "Even if my Dan Sect spared no expense, there is still no possibility of repairing his Heavenly Sword Spiritual Root and Innate Sword Body."
It is generally acknowledged that Dan Zong is good at treatment. Now even Zhao Qingyu said so, which basically means Long Aotian is sentenced to death.
Chu Nan recalled that Long Aotian had always been proud, even mysteriously confident, but now he had ended up like this. He felt very uncomfortable and sighed in his heart. It seemed that the genius had fallen, and the mysteriously confident god of war Long Aotian was gone forever.
Ye Chen is still the protagonist after all.
Zhao Qingyu patted Long Aotian's shoulder heavily and said, "Good boy, don't be discouraged or pessimistic. We from the Five Sects will do our best to help you repair your foundation."
Long Aotian's death sentence had already been announced, and saying this now was just to comfort Long Aotian's young heart.
Everyone felt that Long Aotian, a young man with a bright future, had fallen into a bleak one. He would definitely become disheartened and unable to recover.
But everyone had an illusion when looking at Long Aotian in the field. He didn't seem to be defeated. He seemed to be still proud. He seemed to be the most handsome guy in the whole field.
He held his head high and chest puffed out, his eyes still filled with a kind of pride that looked down upon the contemporary world, and the corners of his mouth slowly widened until they stretched to the back of his ears.
Zhao Qingyu hissed inwardly and said it was an eyesore.
Long Aotian tilted his mouth and scanned the entire audience, then let out a long roar towards the sky.
"Has he given up on himself and gone crazy?" Liu Yiyi muttered softly, but everyone present could hear it and everyone agreed that it was true.
Long Aotian slowly stopped howling, held his head high and said complacently, "As expected of me, the pride of heaven, the darling of heaven."
"God's favorite? How could his spiritual roots be crippled and his sword body damaged?" Liu Yiyi muttered again.
Long Aotian looked at Liu Yiyi and grinned. Liu Yiyi's mumbling was heard by the person she was talking to, and she blushed immediately.
Long Aotian took a step forward and said, "You don't understand this. When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart and mind suffer and his muscles and bones work hard.
The setbacks I encountered were tests from heaven, which is enough to prove that I, Long Aotian, was chosen by fate."
Long Aotian looked around with immense confidence, his eyes sharp as a sword, his gaze unwavering, his voice deafening, "I, Long Aotian, even if the sword body is damaged and the spiritual root is shaken,
I can still climb to the top and conquer the world with my sword."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head high and slowly tilted his mouth, revealing his domineering aura.
As if influenced by his confidence, the shadow of his innate sword body soared into the sky. Although it was shaking, there seemed to be a clanging sound of a long sword in the shadow.
"Well said!" Fan Tong couldn't help but applaud violently, his spirits lifted as he laughed heartily, "With this confidence, I believe that even if you can't recover, you, Long Aotian, will still have a place in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms in the future."
Hearing Fan Tong's agreement, Long Aotian's mouth widened.
Liu Yiyi looked at the extremely confident Long Aotian in the field, her eyes sparkling with stars.
Chu Nan was also stunned and realized that he had underestimated Long Aotian's mysterious confidence.
Ye Chen couldn't help but feel disturbed and began to doubt himself. Could it be that Long Aotian was really the destined protagonist, and not me?
Wait, "The Protagonist's Self-cultivation" is in my hands, I am the man of destiny!
The book once said that it is normal for the protagonist to have occasional wavering in confidence, but he must be more determined after being shaken.
When Ye Chen looked at Long Aotian again, his eyes were calm.
When Zhang Lingjian of the Lingjian Sect heard Fan Tong's words, a cunning light flashed in his eyes and he said, "Since Sect Master Fan is so fond of Aotian, it would be inappropriate for our Lingjian Sect to take someone else's love away. Aotian will stay in your Qingxuan, and we will take Ye Chen back."
"That won't work." The Grand Elder of Qingxuan Sect spoke immediately.
Are you kidding me? You don’t want a good innate sword body, but want a crippled sword body with a bleak future?
Zhao Qingyu couldn't bear to see the Spirit Sword Sect and the Qingxuan Sect quarreling fiercely over whether Ye Chen should give up Long Aotian. She thought this would hurt Long Aotian, so she said, "I suggest that Ye Chen stay in Qingxuan, and Long Aotian be taken away by the Spirit Sword Sect."
After all, both of the innate sword bodies came from the Qingxuan Sect, and leaving a complete innate sword body to the Qingxuan Sect is also an explanation to the Qingxuan Sect.
However, the Lingjian Sect still wanted to struggle. Zhang Lingjian said, "We still need to ask the two parties involved first."
Fan Tong spoke first, looking at Long Aotian, and said solemnly, "Aotian, the sword tradition of the Lingjian Sect is not inferior to Qingxuan. Are you willing to study in the Lingjian Sect?"
Long Aotian raised his head, his eyes looking around with disdain, "It doesn't matter, I, Long Aotian, will have a place in the world wherever I am."
Fan Tong said with a smile, "Master Zhang, you heard it, Aotian is willing to go back to the Lingjian Sect with you."
Zhang Lingjian shook his head and said, "Aotian said it doesn't matter, meaning that he can stay in Qingxuan or come to my Lingjian. However, the sword cultivation method of my Lingjian Sect is more suitable for Ye Chen."
Without waiting for Fan Tong to refute, Zhang Lingjian said to Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, you have come to my Lingjian Sect. This Sect Master will accept you as his personal disciple. I only have three drops of the sword marrow fluid that has been passed down for thousands of years. I can give you two drops."
When Ye Chen heard about the sword marrow fluid, his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.
The sword marrow fluid is of immeasurable value. It is a great tonic for sword spirit roots. It can make a low-grade yellow-level sword spirit root grow into a top-grade black-level sword spirit root in one fell swoop.
Although the sword marrow fluid cannot allow the top-grade spiritual roots to advance further, it can subtly nourish the sword spiritual roots and increase their potential.
Upon hearing that the Lingjian Sect was willing to give away just two drops of the sword marrow fluid that had been passed down for a thousand years, the elders of the Qingxuan Sect were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick.
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