Chapter 70: The Great Competition "Thank you, Junior Brother, for Yun Xianzun, right? Have you ever seen...
This group of people were in high spirits, speaking one sentence after another.
"Xie Wuyang may seem prosperous, but everyone in the cultivation world knows that before he became the Demon Lord, he was just a stray dog roaming the streets. I think he's destined for death...Ah!!"
A scream, and then it stopped abruptly.
The person who was speaking was sweating profusely as he looked at the broken snow lying between his legs, his pupils wide open.
His terrified gaze fell on Yun Wanzhou, his lips trembling uncontrollably, "Yun... Yun Wanzhou, are you really going to betray the Immortal Sect for this demon?"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if they had opened up the Ren and Du meridians of the crowd.
"Even though it was Yun Wanzhou who killed Xie Wuyang, he can't act like this, right?"
"Cang Qiong Mountain treated him as a distinguished guest, and his cultivation surpassed everyone else. Now that Xie Wuyang is dead, could it be that he wants to emulate Xie Wuyang and experience what it's like to be a master?"
"That's impossible..." Someone glanced at Yun Wanzhou and lowered their voice, "Hasn't Yun Wanzhou always been a person without any sect or school, and not concerned with worldly affairs? If it weren't for that..."
"What do you know? You may have wanted nothing in the past, but that's not necessarily the case now. After all, greed is everything..."
Xie Wuyang hated beating around the bush and being sarcastic the most in his life, and it was even worse now.
He listened to these people chattering for a long time, unable to move, and was extremely anxious.
In desperation, Xie Wuyang closed his ears and concentrated, analyzing his current situation.
When he just woke up, his attention was completely attracted by the words of the people around him. He thought that the reincarnation was just a dream, but when he thought about it carefully, it was not the case.
Xie Wuyang remembered the peach tree in Yun Wanzhou's courtyard when he was in Cangqiong Mountain, and remembered the imperial wood.
I remember the bell on Fu Zhitao's waist, and I also remember the sword fanatic Xu Pingsheng and my senior sister Liu Yuqin.
Even the handwriting in the book he was reading and the patterns on Yun Wanzhou's jade pendant were clear.
If this is a dream, can it really be so detailed?
Yun Wanzhou's voice was still not heard.
Whether it was venting or slandering, after everyone discussed it, they did not get a response from the person involved, and the voices gradually died down.
Yun Wanzhou moved his palm slightly, and the broken snow flew back into the sheath.
Yun Xianzun pursed his thin lips, the frost and snow between his brows had not melted, his black eyes moved slightly, and fell on the notorious Demon Lord in the world of cultivation.
Calm, teasing, angry, tired...
All of them vanished into nothingness with the sword that buried the Holy Tomb.
The pressure from the Mahayana period fell in an instant.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Yun Wanzhou stepped forward towards the corpse of the Demon Lord.
In the silence, Xie Wuyang heard Yun Wanzhou's slightly hoarse voice, "I want to take him away."
Discussions arose again around him, but Xie Wuyang only heard an uproar.
The sound seemed to be covered by a layer of fog. It was close at hand, yet seemed to be far away.
Eventually dissipated.
Xie Wuyang's chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath and sat up.
The wind blew the leaves and the candlelight flickered.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and rubbed his face, feeling a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
Yun Wanzhou's last words rang in his ears again. Xie Wuyang pressed his chest, trying to calm his pounding heart.
The boiling hot blood was not something he could suppress.
Xie Wuyang's eyes fell on the jade pendant above his head. He raised his hand to pull it off, but stopped in mid-air.
Thank you for being safe...
Are there really two people in the world with the same name and appearance?
Yun Wanzhou said he wanted to take him away, and he wanted to take him away...
Who is it?
Although he once hated this person so much, when he thinks back on it now, Xie Wuyang can still find a lot of good in the few times they had interacted with each other.
When everyone was desperately trying to tear him into pieces, this person was still thinking about persuading him to turn back.
Xie Wuyang frowned irritably and flicked his fingertips.
The treetop shook twice, the white rope broke, and the carved white jade fell right on Xie Wuyang's waist.
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As one of the three major immortal sects, the succession ceremony of the leader of the Lianwu Sect is naturally highly concerned by the public.
In addition to the major immortal sects, many wandering cultivators also came uninvited, wanting to catch a glimpse of the new leader of Lianwu.
When Wu Hanfeng arrived, more than half of the hundreds of immortal families had already arrived. Even the people from Wuxiang Villa were already seated and having a pleasant conversation with Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin's complexion seemed to be a little rosier than usual, and his spirits were much better.
"It's true that heroes emerge from youth. I remember when I last saw Shutong, he was only this tall," Sect Leader Wuxiang gestured at his chest, "and now he's already Sect Leader Lianwu."
Jiang Lin said nothing and took a sip of tea.
When Sect Leader Wuxiang was young, he was also a handsome and heroic young man from a noble family. Now, with the passage of time, only vague traces of his past can be discerned on his face.
Seeing so many talented young people, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion.
He kept talking, and it was unclear which of his words had upset Jiang Lin. He snorted coldly and put down the teacup in his hand. "What a joke! Do you really think the position of the head is so easy?"
Sect Leader Wuxiang suppressed his smile and frowned at Jiang Lin, "Experience comes first. Shutong is still young, so it's only right for him to hone his skills. However, Shutong has always been steady, and with the guidance of the elders and Brother Jiang, he will definitely be able to lead Lianwu to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation."
"He clearly..."
"I think it's just that Old Master Jiang is feeling sad and blaming others for his fate." Wu Hanfeng stepped forward with a look of contempt.
Jiang Lin's face immediately darkened.
Wu Hanfeng sneered and sat down opposite the Wuxiang Sect Leader as if no one was around. Xu Pingsheng followed closely behind him and stood beside him.
As soon as Wu Hanfeng arrived, the tense atmosphere reached its climax.
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Wu Hanfeng and Jiang Lin have always been at odds with each other.
When Jiang Lin was the head of the sect, Wu Hanfeng was still the eldest disciple of Cangqiong Mountain.
One of them is older than the other, and the other is younger. In addition, Immortal Master Wu Hanfeng and Immortal Venerable Qiong Rao are old friends with Jiang Lin, so there should be no grudges between them.
However, Wu Hanfeng was arrogant because of his talent when he was young. During a competition among immortals, his magic sword knocked over the teacup in Jiang Lin's hand, making him lose face in front of the immortals.
Jiang Lin didn't like him in the first place, and later when the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao passed away, Wu Hanfeng became the head of the sect, and the two generations were on equal footing, which completely hurt Jiang Lin's arrogant self-esteem.
After a lot of back and forth fighting, they grew tired of each other and fought for several years.
The two people stared at each other from a distance, sparks flying, neither of them giving in.
Sect Leader Wuxiang lowered his head to make tea, as if he was not concerned with worldly affairs.
Until a young boy's voice was heard in the distance.
Xie Wuyang was dressed in tight clothes and black boots. The jade pendant on his waist was particularly inconsistent with his aura and was quite eye-catching.
"Master, please forgive me for being late." Xie Wuyang bowed.
Wu Hanfeng looked at him and nodded, "It's okay."
Xie Wuyang stood up straight, his eyes fixed on Jiang Lin with a hint of meaning. "Disciple and Master Yunxianzun haven't seen each other for over a month. I had hoped to come here to meet Master, but I searched all over the Lianwu Sect and still couldn't find out where Master was. That's why I'm late."
Wu Hanfeng understood the meaning of Xie Wuyang's words and raised an eyebrow, offering a favor. "Oh? I remember your master left you a sound transmission talisman. Can't you find it?"
Xie Wuyang said, "It's strange, the talisman that Master left behind has lost its effectiveness since I don't know when, and it's nowhere to be found."
Xie Wuyang then changed the subject and asked Jiang Lin, "I wonder if Jiang... Old Master knows the whereabouts of my master?"
Jiang Linfeng shook his head calmly, "I don't know."
"But more than a month ago, when my master and I went down the mountain to train and passed by the wax apple tree, it was clearly the old headmaster Jiang who invited my master to visit the mountain. How come he doesn't know about it now?" Xie Wuyang told the truth completely without blushing or beating his heart.
The theft of the Nightmare Stone caused a huge uproar in the world of cultivation. If the dignified Lianwu Sect was exposed to be colluding with the demons, its century-long foundation would be destroyed.
Xie Wuyang held the leverage over Jiang Lin in his hand, and he was certain that Jiang Lin would never make the secret room public.
As expected, upon hearing Xie Wuyang's words, Jiang Lin took a sip of tea and sighed, "Little Immortal Friend Xie, you don't know that Immortal Venerable Yun left the Lotus Mist Sect a few days ago. As for where he went, Immortal Venerable Yun never told me, so I really don't know."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Old man Jiang Lin is always good at pretending. If he hadn't seen Yun Wanzhou in the disciple courtyard yesterday, he would probably have believed his lies.
The courtyard was encircled by a barrier that could not be seen with the naked eye. Even if he designed a way to be discovered, Yun Wanzhou might not be rescued.
not to mention……
If someone with ulterior motives accused him and Yun Wanzhou of sneaking into Lianwu with ill intentions, he and Yun Wanzhou would not be able to explain themselves even if they opened their mouths.
Xie Wuyang cursed Jiang Lin from beginning to end in his heart, but he had to keep a pleasant face and pretend to be respectful. "Thank you for telling me, Master Jiang."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes to hide his emotions and obediently retreated behind Wu Hanfeng.
A piece of talisman paper was quietly placed on Xie Wuyang's right arm. Xu Pingsheng put his index fingers together and connected the sound transmission method on the talisman, "Thank you, Junior Brother."
Xie Wuyang moved the fingertips of his right hand to indicate that he heard it.
"When Master and I gathered the disciples today, we discovered that Junior Brother Xie wasn't in the room. Master flew into a rage and lost his temper. I never imagined Junior Brother Xie had arrived at Lianwu Gate ahead of time..." Xu Pingsheng paused. "Junior Brother Xie, right? Did you see him?"
"I did see him," Xie Wuyang muttered to himself. "But Yun Wanzhou was very stubborn and refused to go with me no matter what."
Glancing at Wu Hanfeng, Xie Wuyang immediately came up with an idea, "Brother, do you know where the dormitory for the disciples of the Lianwu Sect is?"
Xu Pingsheng said: "Of course I know."
"I accidentally entered the courtyard next to the disciple dormitory last night, and then I found..." Xie Wuyang pretended to be mysterious, "There is a barrier in that courtyard."
"Barrier?!" Xu Pingsheng turned and looked at him with a surprised look.
"Absolutely true. Senior Brother knows me. Although I have reached the Golden Core stage recently, my foundation is still unstable. The barrier is very powerful. I have tried several times but have not been able to break it at all. I suspect that there is either a Nightmare Stone hidden inside, or my master is imprisoned."
Xu Pingsheng seemed to be thinking about something.
After a moment, Xu Pingsheng took the talisman paper from Xie Wuyang's arm, left a sentence "I understand", and turned to stand in front of Wu Hanfeng.
After the master and disciple talked for a while, Wu Hanfeng seemed to give some instructions, and not long after, Xu Pingsheng left here quietly.
Until Xu Pingsheng disappeared from his sight, Wu Hanfeng frowned irritably and cast a scrutinizing gaze on Xie Wuyang.
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When Xu Pingsheng returned, the succession ceremony had already begun.
Jiang Shutong stood in the center of the crowd, holding a magic weapon in his hand, looking very majestic.
Amidst the congratulations of thousands of people, Xie Wuyang just stood there, his fingertips faintly stroking the jade pendant around his waist.
Xu Pingsheng's voice was clearly audible in his ears, "Master, there is indeed a barrier."
Wu Hanfeng took time out of his busy schedule to ask, "Has it been broken?"
Xu Pingsheng shook his head. "That barrier is incredibly strong. My disciples are incompetent and have yet to break it."
Wu Hanfeng chuckled, "If it were an ordinary barrier, I don't think it would be able to trap a Mahayana cultivator."
"Master means..."
Wu Hanfeng's answer wasn't a question, "Do you know what the prize for being the top of this competition is?"
"Tens of thousands of spirit stones, a top-grade spirit weapon, and a request to the Lotus Wu Sect Leader."
"Among all the cultivators, if we could use the Lotus Wu Competition to allow the Lotus Wu Sect Leader to break the barrier and open the secret room in public, what do you think..." Wu Hanfeng's eyes shone, "Will he agree or not?"
Hearing this, Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and a hint of teasing flashed across his eyes.
Wu Hanfeng has been able to sit firmly on the throne of the head of Cangqiong Mountain for so many years, so his methods are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He simply directed his attack on the Wax Apple Sect, thoroughly investigated the Nightmare Stone, and rescued Yun Wanzhou, killing two birds with one stone.
only……
There are many talented people in the Wax Apple Competition. How confident is Wu Hanfeng that his apprentice Xu Pingsheng can win the championship in one fell swoop?
Jiang Shutong's clear and detached voice came from the front. The new leader waved his right arm, and several spiritual swords of the disciples behind him flew out. He placed the Qing Sword in the front, and all the disciples responded with one call and rushed into the sky together.
A high platform in the center rose from the ground, and the earth and rocks collapsed, and soon it became a circular arena for martial arts competitions.
Jiang Shutong sat down opposite the platform. The disciple of Lianwu who presided over the competition came over on a sword and beat drums to cheer him on.
The order of appearances and opponents in the competition were determined by drawing lots. Spiritual light flew out from the platform and fell into the hands of the disciples below, transforming into words on their palms.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand which was spread out to the side. There were two lines of words written on it:
Jiang Luoming, a disciple of the Lotus Mist Sect, the fifty-fourth game.
Cangqiong Mountain disciple Xie Wuyang.
A high-pitched voice came from the stage, "First match, Wuxiang Villa disciple Zhu Yan and Xuanyang Sect disciple He Linyuan."
Xie Wuyang turned sideways and spread his hands, then asked the disciple beside him.
This monk was dressed in strange clothes, with long curly hair and a dark blue robe. It was unknown where he came from.
As a wandering cultivator traveling around the world, he has no sect or school, so he should know as little about the disciples of the Lianwu Sect as he does.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang withdrew his hand and was about to catch a Lianwu disciple to ask, when the person next to him suddenly spoke, "Jiang Luoming?"
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