Li Changan had a bitter face, looking at Danyun and Chen Bailou who left after eating hot pot, and his face was full of pain.
A free hot pot meal was fine, but what the hell was hosting a Holy Land meeting? How could such a thankless task fall upon him?
"Damn it, you're still not low-key enough..."
Nezha squatted on the side, looked at the hot pot leftovers that had not yet cooled down, and wiped his saliva.
"Brother, you don't want to host this meeting?"
"Nonsense! I know this isn't a good thing. Our Taixuan Sect is already at the bottom of the Holy Land, and no one really looks up to us. Plus, the Holy Land meeting was held at Taixuan Sect, so it's obvious those guys have ulterior motives. If I were to host the meeting, wouldn't that be like walking into someone's trap?"
Li Changan said angrily.
He clearly remembered the old man he met in Matou City who asked him about Li Changan. He didn't think that guy admired him...
"oh."
Nezha nodded, not quite understanding.
Li Changan glanced at Nezha and said, "Even if I tell you, you won't understand. Go away and mind your own business!"
Nezha nodded, "Well, then, Senior Brother... shall we still have hot pot tonight?"
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After the hot pot banquet at Xiaoqiong Peak ended, the news that Li Changan presided over the meeting in the holy land began to spread quietly at Taixuan Peak.
Many people did not quite understand the purpose of the Sect Master's actions, thinking that Li Changan was only at the Qi Training Stage, and that doing so would only bring shame to the Taixuan Sect.
But think about it, after all, he is the second generation disciple of Taixuan, and after Zhang Hengzhi ascends to heaven, his status will be equal to that of the master of Xiaoqiong Peak, so he feels relieved.
After all, they can't change this kind of thing. Thinking too much about it will only make them feel annoyed and have no other effect.
The people from Beitianmen, Sifang Pavilion and Aries Academy had not arrived yet, and the people from Chaoyang Ancient City were settled at the foot of Shenxiang Peak.
Nezha originally wanted to ask Li Changan to go down the mountain together to take a walk and meet the people of Chaoyang Ancient City, but seeing that Li Changan was not interested, he thought about it and turned around and left alone.
The atmosphere of Taixuanzong had subtly changed since the arrival of people from Chaoyang Ancient City.
Taixuan Sect has always valued humility and restraint. Even the disciples who have been out in the world for training in recent years are mostly gentle and elegant. However, Chaoyang Ancient City is different. Chaoyang Ancient City, which inherits the sword as a holy land, has always been sharp. It is rumored that after the first city lord of Chaoyang City broke through the realm and entered the Hedao, he used a sword to open the sky and cut a ray of holy land luck for Chaoyang City, which allowed Chaoyang City to enter the ranks of holy places.
Afterwards, Zong Baiye entered Canglan alone, killed seven demon kings with one sword, traveled thousands of miles without any invincibility, and led Chaoyang City to its current peak.
It is precisely because of this that the disciples of Chaoyang City carry a sense of arrogance that is completely different from the disciples of Taixuan Sect.
This also made the people of Chaoyang City feel out of place in Taixuan Sect.
Nezha rode down the mountain on his wind-fire wheels.
During this period of time, apart from practicing on Xiaoqiong Peak, Nezha spent most of his time wandering around the sect. In less than a month, all the disciples of Taixuan knew this unruly little girl.
However, although they knew each other, because Li Changan did not have a very good reputation in the Taixuan Sect, few people would choose to chat with Nezha. Most of them would just watch him from afar, joke a few words, and then turn around and leave.
The difference in status is secondary; the difference in talent is the key to widening the gap.
After swinging around for a few times, Nezha landed on the spiritual platform beside the sword-washing pool on Shenxiang Peak. He took the Wind-Fire Wheels in his hand and fiddled with it. The more he fiddled with it, the more he liked it.
"Brother still understands me..."
The little girl giggled.
Not only can this thing carry her, who is only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, to fly in the air, but its speed is also faster than that of an ordinary Guiyuan Stage cultivator. This makes Nezha, who has always been too lazy to walk, extremely satisfied.
Below, at the Sword Washing Pool of Shenxiang Peak, a young man in black sat cross-legged on the bluestone, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Within a radius of ten feet, the atmosphere was cold and desolate, forming a circular vacuum zone.
"Young Master, how is it?" The space behind the young man suddenly shook, and an old man in black suddenly appeared, looking at the young man with eyes full of relief.
The boy opened his eyes, a flash of contempt passing across his face.
"Nothing more than that!"
The black-robed old man laughed heartily. "The Taixuan Sect was originally just a second-rate sect. In Northern Continent, there are at least eighty such sects, if not a hundred. If it weren't for Zhang Heng's ascension a hundred years ago, Chen Bailou alone would be far from enough to support the reputation of a holy land."
"Our Chaoyang City has been passed down through generations of swordsmen. Countless ancestors have nurtured their swords with their souls for thousands of years, which is why Chaoyang Ancient City is so famous today. Naturally, it is not something that a mere Taixuan can compare to."
The young man in black is named Zong Ting. He is the young master of Chaoyang Ancient City and the son of Chaoyang City Lord Zong Baiye.
He is seventeen years old this year, but he has already crossed the stage of Qi training and foundation building, and entered the realm of Guiyuan. Compared with Xiao Gan and Qin Chaofeng of the same age in Taixuan Sect, he is more than one level lower than him.
"But Uncle Liu, it's rumored that the Ninth Peak of Taixuan is a little different..."
The old man behind him, known as Uncle Liu, frowned slightly. "It's just a rumor, young master, you don't have to believe it. Besides, at the age of seventeen, you've broken through to the Guiyuan realm, which is no worse than Xing Tian Hou Yi of Taixuan Jiufeng."
Zong Ting gritted his teeth. He was determined to open the sky with his sword and lead Chaotian City to transcend the calamity and ascend to heaven. Naturally, he would not let some rumors disturb his sword heart.
Zong Ting was silent for a moment, then looked up at the emerald pool beneath his feet.
"Is this Taixuan's sword-washing pool?"
The old man in black nodded. "The Taixuan Sword Washing Pool is simply modeled after the Sword Tomb in Chaoyang City. It's said to contain 100,000 swords, which have trapped the Taixuan Earth Spirit. Among these 100,000 swords are nine ancient Earth Realm swords, passed down from ancient times. However, no one has been able to retrieve them for thousands of years."
The old man shook his head. "Even in Chaoyang City, there aren't many Earth Realm-level ancient swords. It's a pity to leave them in this small pond..."
The boy's eyes lit up.
"An ancient sword from the Earth Realm that has no recognized master?"
“Let me try!”
The old man hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Okay, if the young master can claim the ancient sword as his master, I will personally go to Taixuan Peak and inform Zhou Yuan."
Although the ancient swords in the sword washing pool are all Taixuan's inheritance, but considering the reputation of Chaoyang City, Zhou Yuan did not dare to refuse.
"Okay!" The young man sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside the sword-washing pool. Soon, the aura on his body became sharp and domineering, like an ancient sword slowly being drawn out of its scabbard.
The sword energy was domineering and sharp. Ning'er did not disperse it. It spread in a circular shape in all directions with the sword washing pool as the center. Soon, it covered most of the Shenxiang Peak.
Slowly, a very thin, yet chilling, feeling began to grow within the sharp sword energy.
Sword intent.
In the Sword Washing Pool, on the platform standing upright dozens of feet away, Nezha suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hey, what's going on?"
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