The scene was shocked.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The scene just now was really beyond their understanding. It was unheard of for a disciple to expel his master from the master's sect. They had only heard of masters expelling their disciples from the sect.
But it really feels so satisfying, so domineering and so exciting.
This senior brother is really strong.
The headmaster, the elders and others were also extremely surprised, not only because of Si Qingjiu's words, but also because of the powerful strength he had just demonstrated.
They are all in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, Lingyang as well.
In the world of cultivation, cultivation is divided into.
There are eight realms: Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, tribulation crossing, Mahayana, spirit transformation, and ascension.
Each realm is divided into initial, intermediate, late and great perfection.
The gap between one realm is basically a chasm. It is difficult to win against those at a higher realm by strength alone, let alone when the Golden Core reaches the level above the Tribulation Crossing level.
The spiritual power emitted by Si Qingjiu was enough to make it difficult for them to breathe, and they even felt dangerous. Only someone who was stronger than them could do that.
But his current realm is indeed the Great Perfection of Golden Elixir, so there is only one explanation.
His spiritual power was refined to be extremely pure and stored in great quantities. As long as he wanted, he could advance to the stage of transcending tribulation or becoming a great master at any time.
What is the concept?
The ancestor of their sect has just reached the Mahayana stage and has been practicing for five hundred years.
He has only been practicing for a dozen years.
Those who thought of this were all delighted. It was possible that someone from their Wuwang Sect would ascend to heaven.
Lingyang Sword Master was also shocked, not because he was afraid, but because his disciple had become so strong without his knowledge, even stronger than his master. How was this possible?
Isn’t he a Jindan?
Zhi Fan was already dumbfounded, but he was not stupid. Judging from the strength shown by Si Qingjiu, even if he could not see his realm, he knew that it would definitely not be lower than the tribulation level.
The resentment and anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Why did God play such a joke on him? Why?
"Oh my God, Senior Brother, ahhhh you are so awesome." Wang Ping was the first to come back to his senses. He grabbed Si Qingjiu, his pale face turning red with excitement.
Ouyang Mo also looked at him with starry eyes and nodded continuously: "Yes, yes, yes, Senior Brother is so amazing, so strong."
They were really touched and happy that the eldest brother was still protecting them under such circumstances, even though it was against their master.
Even if we are enemies, we must protect them.
Si Qingjiu smiled at the two of them, and said in a domineering and tough tone: "Don't be afraid, in the future, the eldest brother will protect you. As for the master, it doesn't matter if you don't have him, he's just a decoration anyway."
"Si Qingjiu!" Lingyang Jianzun's heart was surging, and his eyes were filled with darkness as he looked at him.
"I am your master, and you are so rebellious and courting death."
As he spoke, he attacked without showing any mercy.
Si Qingjiu quickly pushed the two men away, turned the sword in his hand, and went straight forward.
'Bang'
The tremendous spiritual power exploded, the ground shook, and the group of people suddenly staggered to this and that, almost losing their balance.
Fortunately, the headmaster and the elders reacted quickly and quickly set up a barrier to protect the disciples and prevent them from having to lie in the snow.
Everyone was still feeling frightened; what had just happened was truly horrific.
After a while, he calmed down and focused on watching the two people not far away.
At this time, Si Qingjiu and Lingyang Jianzun had already exchanged two moves, but Lingyang Jianzun did not get any benefits. Neither did their eldest senior brother. His face became paler and paler, and he almost merged with the snow on the mountain.
Wang Ping and Ouyang Mo were extremely worried, and their hatred towards their master grew stronger.
"Master, it's not like that. Lingyang Sword Master is so shameless." Wang Ping started cursing directly, his face full of anger.
Ouyang Mo also had a serious look on her pretty face, staring at the two of them intently, holding the sword tightly in her hand.
"From now on, I have no master."
"Me neither." Wang Ping followed.
The sect leader and the elders in front looked at each other, not knowing what to say, with complicated expressions.
They have been living with Lingyang for hundreds of years, but they never realized that he would be such a person who cannot distinguish right from wrong.
Nowadays, he has been collectively betrayed by his disciples, which is really sad.
But can we blame others for this?
No wonder.
Si Qingjiu was already having a hard time staring at the opposite side, and his spiritual power was also a little weak. He made a hand gesture, and the sword forged from ice quickly turned into millions of long swords like ice cones, and fiercely attacked Lingyang Sword Master.
The speed was so fast that only the sound of breaking through the air was left.
This was originally intended to be taught to Zhifan by the original owner; it was a powerful killing move that he had just figured out.
The original owner had only used it once, because of his realm. That year when he was in the secret realm, he faced a powerful monster and relied on it to save his life.
It's a pity that he can't use it anymore. The spiritual power required is too high.
His realm was unstable and he couldn't hold on, so when he heard his junior brother say sadly that he was too weak and wanted to become stronger, he planned to teach him.
Although he is very weak now, he took a lot of pills when he fell off the cliff, and the effects were first-rate. In addition, his soul is strong, and it is a plane of cultivation, so it can be compatible and it is not a problem at all.
If it weren't for his body holding him back, he could have easily killed this stupid master.
But it's enough.
'Bang'
A huge amount of spiritual power exploded, splashing a lot of snow. Cracks appeared on the ground, and the top of the snow mountain in the distance also shook, and a lot of snow fell off.
Si Qingjiu grabbed the sword that flew back, made a sword flower, stood behind him, and stood still as he watched Lingyang Sword Master, who took two steps back with red liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth and his hair a little messy, without moving.
"You lost, you are not as good as me." Si Qingjiu stated very calmly, without pride or complacency.
"Since you taught me so much, I have been helping you train your disciples and take care of the sword all these years. I handle all matters big and small. So, I don't owe you anything."
"If you dare to continue, I don't mind. I will fulfill my promise and kill the master with my own hands."
His tone was slow and calm, yet it made people feel cold and frightened.
Lingyang Sword Master had a gloomy face and said, "I underestimated you."
"No." Si Qingjiu stared at him, "You have never looked up to me. In your eyes, I am afraid that from beginning to end, there is only Junior Brother."
"Yes, Master has never seen us disciples before, and he always surrounds me, Junior Brother."
Ouyang Mo agreed, she was actually jealous in her heart.
He was jealous of a new disciple who was not as good as his own disciple, but was able to be taught personally by the master, and the master would keep him by his side as soon as he came out of retreat and give him careful guidance.
The eldest senior brother also treated him differently and satisfied him in everything.
But apart from feeling that her master was unfair, she had no dissatisfaction with her senior brother.
After all, they had gone through the same thing at that time, and the senior brother was really very good to them.
Now that the junior brother is weak, it is natural that the eldest brother should pay more attention to him, so she tries her best to adjust herself and not care about these things.
But now, she feels that the eldest senior brother is really not worthy, and they, the senior sisters and brothers, are not worthy at all either.
"This is also the last time I call you Master. From now on, I, Ouyang Mo, am no longer Lingyang Sword Master's disciple. I will withdraw from Jianfeng. Anyway, you didn't teach us much.
, it has always been the senior brother who has been taking care of me, I think you don’t need a disciple like me.”
"I will also withdraw from the sword." Wang Ping said quickly.
"And me." A fat but likable man came over breathlessly and grabbed his third brother's shoulder. "How can I be left out of such a big event?"
Seeing Si Qingjiu coming, he immediately smiled and waved: "Big Brother, I'm back, did you miss me?"
Si Qingjiu smiled and said, "This is the fourth junior brother, Zhanqin."
It is said that his parents thought it was a girl at first and were very happy, so they named her Zhanqin. But when it turned out to be a boy, they were very disappointed and did not want to change the name, so they changed it to a more appropriate name, Qin, hoping that he would be more diligent and not make his parents worry.
However, sometimes, the name and the person do not match at all.
Zhan Qin has excellent talents, but he is not hardworking at all.
In order to make him diligent, his parents sent him to Wuwangmen and entered Jianfeng.
But Jianfeng was lazy when he came. He didn't practice at all, but looked for delicious food everywhere.
In his words, life is nothing more than eating and drinking.
In order to enable him to practice, Si Qingjiu took him into a small secret realm he had discovered, and hunted high-level spiritual beasts and spiritual fruits for him to eat.
After tasting the ultimate delicacy, Si Qingjiu took the opportunity to tell him that only when one's cultivation level improved could he eat better and more delicious food.
From then on, he started to work hard. In just five years, he went from foundation building to golden elixir perfection. After that, he was rarely seen in Wuwang Sect.
Either you eat out or you are on the way to eat.
Si Qingjiu was somewhat surprised to see the junior brother from his memory.
"Fourth Junior Brother is back."
"Hey, Big Brother, I brought you some delicious food, lots and lots of it."
When Zhan Qin arrived at the sect gate and heard that Xue Feng was in trouble, he hurried over. As soon as he arrived, he heard that the eldest brother, the second sister, and the third brother were all distancing themselves from the master. He did not bother to ask the reason and immediately expressed his position.
He was the disciple who had the least interaction with his master, and was simply occupying a disciple position of Lingyang Sword Master.
When the other party came out of retreat to instruct them, he was still slacking off. By the time he stopped being lazy, the other party was no longer in the sect when he came out of retreat.
Therefore, there was no pressure for him to withdraw from Jianfeng.
"Okay, okay, very good." Lingyang Jianzun was furious, and Zhifan quickly supported him, "Master, Master
Lord, don't be angry, they are just joking, don't get angry."
After persuading the master, he looked at the brothers and sisters opposite him, tears welling up in his eyes: "Big Brother, why do you want to target me like this and hurt the master like this? The master has taught you carefully over the years, have you forgotten?"
"Do you have tinnitus? I just said that. Also, don't use the word careful. You are the only one among the six of us who can be called careful."
Si Qingjiu directly rejected it. He would not indulge him.
"That's right. Lingyang Sword Master treats people very differently." Wang Ping agreed sarcastically, looking at Zhifan with eyes full of disgust.
Zhan Qin also has a say in this regard: "Every time I come back, I see Lingyang Sword Master giving special treatment to Junior Junior Brother. Junior Junior Brother Five has walked away with a lonely look on his face many times, and he is often unhappy."
"Is Fifth Junior Brother okay?" Si Qingjiu asked upon hearing this. He had the most peaceful relationship with this Junior Brother because he was too silent and no one knew what he was thinking. They also rarely saw each other.
Zhan Qin scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I think so, okay?"
"Hmm?" Si Qingjiu was curious.
Ouyang Mo and others also looked at him.
Zhan Qin coughed lightly: "He was entangled by the royal princess. The princess chased him for two cities and said she wanted to marry him."
Si Qingjiu: "..."
Ouyang Mo: “…”
Wang Ping: “…”
Master: “…”
Elders and disciples: “…”
Is this considered good?
Is there something wrong with their cognition?
It is customary for mortals and cultivators to be forbidden from getting together.
Because mortals are destined to age, as long as cultivators practice hard, they can live to be a hundred years old and their appearance will remain unchanged when they reach the foundation-building stage.
It takes three hundred years to reach the Golden Elixir stage, five hundred years to reach the Nascent Soul stage, eight hundred to one thousand years to overcome the tribulation, and as far as we know it takes less than two thousand years to reach the Great Accomplishment stage. There is no record of ascension, but it is said that one can live up to five thousand years.
For ordinary people, life span is only a few decades, and very few can live to a hundred years.
What’s more, their appearance will begin to wither in their thirties and forties, but their partners will remain forever young. How will they feel then?
Even if they were given elixirs, they could not practice, and they could not take too many elixirs, as they would not be able to withstand the spiritual energy and their bodies would explode.
There have been many such examples, and most of them ended in tragedy.
Some partners watched themselves grow old day by day, and some even went mad and killed their loved ones.
In order to stay young, he cut open his partner's golden elixir and ate it.
There are also cultivators who get tired of mortals and simply abandon them.
Therefore, each sect warns its disciples not to get too involved with the mundane world, and especially not to get involved with mortals.
To avoid tragedy.
Si Qingjiu covered her lips and coughed twice, breaking the silent atmosphere, "It's getting late, let's all go back."
"Yes, yes, yes, senior brother, let's go pack our things." Ouyang Mo quickly agreed, "Master, can we live in the inner disciples' dormitory?"
They had been living on Jianfeng before, after all, they were Jianfeng's disciples.
Now that everyone has left, we can’t continue to live here.
As for the eldest brother’s place, forget it. I can’t live there. It’s too cold.
"Third Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, are you really going to be so heartless?" Zhifan looked at them sadly, with uncontrollable panic in his heart. If they all left, where would he go to find his spiritual roots?
Will Master help him?
Si Qingjiu and the others looked over and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Zhifan choked.
Lingyang Sword Master, who had just eased the shock of his spiritual power, also had an unpleasant expression on his face.
"Since you are so disrespectful to me, I don't need disciples who are disrespectful to me. Today, I will expel all of you from the mountain gate."
"Correction." Si Qingjiu smiled and spoke softly, "It was us who expelled you from the master's sect. Don't get me wrong. Also, the master hasn't said anything about expelling you from the mountain sect yet, so Lingyang Sword Master is stepping in."
"You." Qingyang Jianzun's expression was filled with murderous intent.
Zhifan burst into tears: "Big Brother, how could you become like this? Why did you become like this? Aren't you the one who loves me the most and respects our Master the most? We were so happy before, how come everything has changed?"
Si Qingjiu was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked at the headmaster: "Headmaster, I wonder if I can become a sect elder after I am promoted. I want to divide a mountain for my junior sisters and brothers to live in."
"No need to wait for the promotion. The hilltop you just cut off is perfect for building a house. You can all live there."
The head of the sect smiled and pointed at a slightly shorter mountain not far away that was connected to the snow peak.
The top of the mountain was originally covered with snow, a vast expanse of white, which was the snow that fell from the nearby snow-capped peaks.
Now the tops of the mountains have been shaved off, the snow is gone, and the ground is flat.
Several people looked in the direction and were immediately surprised.
"well
Okay, that's it, thank you, Master."
"Master, you are so kind."
"Master, I will bring you something delicious next time."
The head of the sect looked at the person who said he would bring him delicious food with amusement, "Didn't you bring a lot this time?"
"That's to replenish my senior brother's body." Zhan Qin said bluntly, "I haven't seen him for a while, and he looks much weaker."
Only then did everyone remember that the eldest senior brother/Si Qingjiu was still seriously injured. However, even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to defeat Lingyang Sword Master in his prime. How amazing.
The disciples who already admired him admired him even more.
Especially just now when the eldest senior brother protected senior brother Wangping, senior sister Momo and others, and domineeringly announced the expulsion of the master, my heart was really shaken and I felt indescribably excited.
It’s a blessing to have such a senior brother.
But I really feel sorry for the eldest brother, he is such a good person.
"Big Brother, this is a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that I got some time ago. It can help you replenish your body."
A junior fellow student took out a very large brown Ganoderma lucidum from his Qiankun bag and stuffed it into Si Qingjiu's arms.
"Big Brother, I have some spiritual dew for exchange."
"Big Brother, this spiritual herb has a nourishing effect."
"Big Brother, this is the elixir I stole."
"Big Brother, this is a Moon Spirit Beast. It is very good at repairing internal injuries."
"Big Brother..."
"Big Brother..."
All the disciples gathered around and pushed Zhifan and Lingyang Jianzun away.
They actively stuffed all kinds of things into Si Qingjiu's cup. Obviously, many of them were obtained by them with great effort and were very precious, but no one was reluctant to give them away at this moment.
They sincerely hope that the eldest senior brother can get better, so that they can see him in the training ground again and have him take them to morning lessons.
Si Qingjiu was very touched and did not refuse. He knew that this was their kindness and of course he would not accept it for nothing. He would return the gift after he recovered.
"Thank you, fellow disciples. I am ashamed to accept this."
These treasures can help him to regulate his body.
No one would believe that the original owner was so blessed, but he didn't have any treasure.
Every time there was one of them, it would be taken away by his dear junior brother.
It can be said to be very poor.
Zhifan's eyes turned red. No one had ever given him so many gifts, and they were all good things.
Lingyang
Sword Master was also upset, "Master, are you just going to watch the disciples of the sect act like this? Don't you respect your teacher at all?"
"Lingyang, they are not wrong in this matter." The head of the sect glanced at Zhifan in his arms and advised earnestly: "You have been in seclusion for these years and cannot see clearly. You might as well come out now, go out and see different things."
The head of the sect still hopes that Lingyang can become the Lingyang of the past, rather than the Lingyang who cannot distinguish between black and white now.
Lingyang Sword Master was dissatisfied: "I am not wrong. If I hadn't brought Si Qingjiu back then, he would have been captured by the Demon Master and used as a cauldron for practicing martial arts. Now he has become so powerful that he dares to rebel against his master."
"It seems that you are worthy of being able to sympathize with Junior Brother Zhifan. You both don't understand what I say." Si Qingjiu held a bunch of treasures with a cold expression.
"Over the years, I have found you many spiritual medicines that aid your cultivation, and helped you take care of your sword to earn spiritual stones. I have never failed to acknowledge your kindness, but these are more than enough to repay you."
It's not worth it for him to replace the original owner now.
"Si Qingjiu never regretted it before, but now, I regret it. I would rather be taken away by the Demon Lord at that time. If you insist that I should return this to you, fine, I will go find the Demon Lord another day."
When the time comes, he will beat the Demon Lord to death and see how he can still jump around in their mouths.
In fact, from the memories he saw, it felt like the Demon Lord was not heading for the original owner, but was more like passing by.
Because he met Lingyang Sword Master a long distance away from where the original owner was.
Then the two men fought and both were injured.
The Demon Lord fled, and Lingyang Sword Lord meditated on the spot.
After a while, he met the original owner who was out collecting herbs. He discovered the original owner's talent and mistakenly thought that the Demon Lord was coming for the original owner.
He took the original owner home and told him that the Demon Lord wanted him to practice. Their family was a group of independent practitioners and did not have many resources. When they heard that the other party wanted to take the original owner as a disciple, his parents gratefully agreed.
Si Qingjiu was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore and called his fellow apprentices, "Let's go and choose a place to build a house."
Ouyang Mo and the others immediately responded, their faces full of excitement.
The other disciples who had nothing to do also hurried to follow.
"Big Brother, let us help you."
"Big Brother, wait for us."
"Big Brother, you are injured, let us do it."
The head of the sect sighed, asked two elders to go and help, and then left. The sect still had a lot of things to do.
Lingyang Sword Master stared at the figure in the distance with a bad expression, and left with his little disciple.
On this day, a major event happened in Wuwangmen.
Lingyang Sword Master, who was known as the legend of Wuwang Sect, was defeated by the eldest disciple who was in the late Jindan stage.
This is not the most exciting thing. The most exciting thing is that the eldest disciple expelled the master and opened up a mountain alone with his younger brothers and sisters.
This has never been seen before in the world of cultivation.
The eldest disciple led other disciples to rebel against the master. How unpopular must the master be?
Or did he do something that was unbearable for his disciples?
Before everyone could feel the impact, another piece of news came out the next day.
The eldest senior brother of Wuwang Sect declared that he wanted to marry the Demon Lord.
When this news came out, it caused a sensation everywhere, and the grudge between the master and the disciple was put on the back burner.
Si Qingjiu also became the hottest celebrity in the world of cultivation.
Everyone knows that the current Demon Lord is said to have a heart as poisonous as a scorpion, cruel methods, arrogance and bloodthirstiness, with a green face and fangs. Compared with the previous Demon Lord who liked to capture cultivators with strong talents to use as furnaces for his internal energy, he is equally terrifying.
Over the years, it seems that the world of cultivation is very peaceful, and it seems that it is also at peace with the demon world. In fact, they are all secretly on guard, fearing that the demon world will cause trouble.
Now, there is no news coming from the Demon Realm, so they will let the Demon Lord show up first.
For a time, gossip was heard everywhere.
In the world of cultivation, being gay is nothing special, and there are many who have formed a Taoist relationship, so this seems very unimportant to everyone. What is not important is the identity of the other party.
Everyone is wondering why this elegant, pure and innocent Snow King would make such a decision.
Xue Jun is the respectful name given to the newly promoted powerful Si Qingjiu. Everyone knows that he lives in the Snowy Peak, has ice spiritual roots, and his whole body is crystal clear and extraordinary, so the word "snow" is used to refer to him.
Snow is pure white and spotless. It can be cold and hard, or it can melt into water and become soft, just like him.
By the time Wuwangmen received the news from outside, the matter had already fermented and became a hot topic.
Zhan Qin walked back and forth in the newly renovated hall, his chubby face full of anxiety, "Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Brother, what should I do? If the eldest senior brother finds out, will he kill me?"
Ouyang Mo rolled her eyes: "Who made you so excited that you blurted out that you told others that Senior Brother said he wanted to marry the Demon Lord, and people mistakenly thought he wanted to marry the Demon Lord."
"Those people are outrageous. This news sounds unreliable." Wang Ping was speechless. He really didn't understand what these people were thinking, let alone how the news spread.
Even if
Fourth Junior Brother made a slip of the tongue, but he only said it within the sect. How come it became a wild rumor outside overnight?
"No, I'd better take advantage of the fact that my eldest brother is in seclusion and escape first. Second sister and third brother, my life is in your hands. Please help me explain to my eldest brother. I'm leaving now."
Zhanqin said this and ran towards the door. His movements were so fast and agile that it was totally inconsistent with his body shape. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Wang Ping: “…”
Ouyang Mo: “…”
To be honest, they also want to run away.
Although they didn't seem to let anything slip, it was still gossip.
Demonic Realm.
In the dark, blood-red hall, a person was half-lying on a black and gold throne.
His figure was somewhat hidden in the darkness, and he was spinning a gold-sprinkled folding fan in his hand, looking a little nonchalant.
At the foot of the stairs, a man in black who looked like a death warrior was kneeling, and it seemed that he had just reported some news, which made the person on the throne chuckle.
His voice had a low, husky quality, but sounded very young.
"You just said that the eldest disciple of Wuwang Sect wants to marry me?"
“Yes.” The person kneeling on the ground lowered his head more and more, and his whole body was almost touching the ground. Every time the Demon Lord laughed like this, someone would be in trouble.
"Oh, that's interesting." The man put away the fan in his hand, slowly sat up, and his gifted face was revealed.
But his face was very pale and he looked a little frail. From his appearance, no one would associate him with the Demon Lord.
"Tell me, what kind of person is the other party?"
The man kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief: "Big Brother Wuwang Sect is a rare genius in the world of cultivation. Before, everyone thought he was only in the Golden Core Stage. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, he defeated Lingyang Sword Master, who was at the Great Perfection of Crossing Tribulation, with just two moves. He also expelled his master."
"Hmm?" Mo Jun became interested. Why was he so unconventional?
It's quite unique.
"It is said that it was because his junior brother pushed him off the cliff, and his third junior brother saw it with his own eyes, so he asked Lingyang Sword Master to punish his junior brother. Lingyang Sword Master protected the other party and attacked his third junior brother. He was angry and confronted Lingyang Sword Master, and threatened the other party that if he dared to attack his junior brothers and sisters again, he would kill his master with his own hands."
"Interesting, interesting." Mo Jun listened to his subordinates' words, tapping his palm with his fan, with a smile on his face.
"Choose someone to follow me to Wuwang Gate."
He stood up and opened the fan, and an unknown light flickered in his light-colored eyes.
"yes."
"By the way." Mo Jun stopped him, and raised the corners of his lips: "Don't forget to prepare a gift for me."
Si Qingjiu, who had just come out of seclusion on the snowy peak of Wuwang Sect, sneezed violently several times and frowned. Did he catch a cold?
He quickly wrapped himself with spiritual power, made sure that the snow was impenetrable, and opened the live broadcast room. !
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