Chapter 268: Intent to Kidnap
Han Yueshan stood there, unable to react for a moment. However, Zhao Xue's mind was quicker, and he asked, "Senior Sister, are you planning to spread the reputation of Yisan Sect?"
Tao Zi nodded and explained the matter more clearly: "The death of a few independent cultivators is fundamentally different from the demise of a sect."
Han Yueshan hesitated and said, "But we are too weak. In the eyes of some people, this makes no difference."
She smiled slightly and said, "Minglan Sect has to be proud. Besides, who can be sure that there are only a few of us in Yisan Sect?"
He was still worried and continued, "What if they do it secretly?"
Tao Zishai said calmly, "No matter who takes action, the first person others will think of is Minglan Sect."
Han Yueshan suddenly understood her thoughts and stopped talking.
When he returned to his room, his inner demon emerged again: "Creating another sect, Tao Zi, aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?"
She was too lazy to pay attention to what her inner demon said, and was busy thinking about what to do next.
"Only with your own strength can you defeat that person. No matter how powerful your sect is, it will be useless. Don't put the cart before the horse."
Tao Zi continued to ignore him, but the inner demon didn't care about her indifference and kept muttering, "A sect, especially one weaker than you, will only drag you down."
She finally said: "It's different."
The inner demon asked back, "What's the difference?"
There are too many differences - the purpose is different, the starting point is different, and even the process is different.
Tao Zi threw a book over to him, and the inner demon immediately put the matter aside and muttered, "Turn it over quickly!"
She looked at it calmly and said, "I can turn it over, but you have to promise me one thing."
The inner demon looked like he could discuss everything and said, "You tell me!"
"Tell me what you know."
It was silent for three seconds, then looked up at the ceiling. "If you don't want to show me, then don't show me. Why ask such embarrassing questions?"
Tao Zi was speechless. She ignored its protest and put the reading material away.
The second round of Dabi arrived as scheduled.
Tao Zi did not go to the competition venue, but stood at the Cheng family's photo ball to watch the competition.
Xu Qianjia was the first to confront Wangxu. He was extremely powerful, but unfortunately he was far inferior to Wangxu.
He stood on the stage and waved his hand. The surrounding leaves came without wind and surrounded him, faintly forming the meaning of a sword.
The fallen leaves drifted around him, the scene was indescribably elegant and graceful. Many people were secretly sighing in admiration, and Tao Zi even heard a woman screaming softly.
Everything can be used as a weapon. This is Xu Qianjia's skill.
It's a pity that under the absolute crushing strength, this seems a bit flashy.
Wangxu drew his sword, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and leaves flew everywhere.
Both sides were handsome men, and for a moment, the screams became louder.
Tao Zi ignored the screams and focused on watching the competition between the two of them.
The two men were deadlocked for about three quarters of an hour, and finally Xu Qianjia was defeated.
The scene inside the image ball changed, turning into a competition between Yue Qingya and other Nascent Souls.
Tao Zi stood aside and watched. The man was not as strong as Yue Qingya.
The elder in the bracelet spoke again: "Your friend has a good inheritance and an even better talent."
Only then did she vaguely remember that Yue Qingya had inherited the legacy from the owner of the Xuyan ruins.
The senior was still rambling, "Although he's only at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, with his inheritance and talent, he can compete with those at the seventh level. He's so lucky to have such a good disciple, who also happens to have no master and no restrictions. It's great."
Tao Zi said in her heart: "I'm not bad either, really."
To be honest, she rarely recommends herself like this.
The senior stopped talking.
Tao Zi was a little shocked. The senior's attitude was too hurtful.
After a long time, the senior said leisurely: "First, you need to see the road clearly."
She ignored it. God knows where this so-called road is.
At this time, Yue Qingya knocked the man off the competition stage and won.
People around him were discussing: "This independent cultivator is too strong. The person opposite is a Yuanying of the Sword Sect. His strength is also well-known among his peers."
"You don't know this. His name is Yue Qingya, and he's about twenty or thirty years younger than that Sword Sect disciple."
The man took a breath and said, "So strong?"
"That's right, but it's a pity..."
"What a pity?"
The person explaining the situation lowered his voice and said, "It's a pity that he was friends with that person, and because of this, he rejected invitations from two sects and four schools. He attracted the attention of the sects when he was only in the Heartbeat Stage. Even the Sword Sect's Young Master Wangxu was slightly inferior to him. In fact, there are no others who can compare with him."
"That person? Two sects?"
The popular science man gave him a meaningful look and stopped talking.
Tao Zi burst out laughing. Yue Qingya didn't reject invitations from other sects because of her. He was simply used to being a casual cultivator.
As for talent, Wangxu is not worse than him, but Yue Qingya has had too many adventures, and his strength is increasing rapidly.
Tao Zi recalled the past when Yue Qingya could find top-grade elixirs when he went into the mountains, buy high-grade medicinal materials when he visited street stalls, and have beautiful women deliver intelligence when he stayed in a hotel. She couldn't help but sigh three times in her heart.
To be honest, his luck has always been incredibly good. Even Qingling once joked that Yue Qingya was the chosen one, and Yue Qiran was living a life of hell.
One gets all kinds of good things without any effort, while the other survives at the risk of his life.
Unfortunately, Yue Qingya had never been as interested in cultivation as she was, which led to his strength always being inferior to hers, until something happened to her.
Tao Zibo had no doubt that if there was a so-called son of destiny, that person must be Yue Qingya.
Then again, her luck seems to have improved recently?
She looked up at the sky a little uncertainly.
"Daoyou!"
A familiar voice called out, and Tao Zi turned around to see the unlucky monk standing there scratching his head.
She was a little surprised and said, "Hey, fellow Daoist, didn't you leave?"
He laughed and said, "I heard that Yue Qingya ran back if he could win."
Tao Zi said "Hmm?" and asked, "Do you know Yue Qingya?"
If I remember correctly, when they met, Yue Qingya used a human skin mask and a false voice to disguise himself.
The unlucky cultivator said excitedly, "I don't know him, but he's the first Nascent Soul cultivator who has a chance of winning. I want to come back and see the excitement."
She laughed, thinking that independent cultivators could sometimes be quite united.
The unlucky monk touched his face and said, "No more talking. Some of my good friends haven't left yet. Let's wait and see the final result. I'll go find them first."
"See you next time."
"See you next time."
Watching him leave in a hurry, Tao Zi had a plan in mind.
If Yue Qingya really won the first place, then his appeal among the independent cultivators should be quite large.
Tsk, how can I lure someone to Yisanmen to be a guest elder in a fair and unbiased way without arousing suspicion?
Tao Zi was thinking there.
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