"Li Yu, the Jade Palace Sword Master, entered the sect and attained the sixteenth level of the Sword Strategy. He died twenty years ago."
Xiang Sheng stared blankly at the words on the stone wall.
This situation quickly attracted the attention of others, and many immortal seedlings also looked over.
"Twenty years ago?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.
The elders of the sect who were previously engraved on the murals had been dead for thousands or even millions of years. It was too far away for them to feel real.
This mural suddenly stretched the time to double digits, causing quite a stir.
Yin Tao heard the discussion behind him and stopped. He looked at the figure on the mural with red eyes.
“Master…”
Although he was just an inconspicuous nominal disciple under the master's name, the master treated him kindly, not much different from other formal disciples.
Twenty years passed in a flash. Whenever he thought of the scene of sitting and chatting with his master, he still felt a sharp pain in his heart and felt suffocated.
He has been working tirelessly over the years to track down the pawns deployed by the Pantheon outside, and once he gets accurate information, he will go there immediately.
However, no matter how many people from the Pantheon he killed, he would never be able to see his master again.
The anger, grievance, and sadness in his heart...ultimately just turned into a sigh.
Yin Tao calmed down for a moment, then said calmly, "Let's go, it's time for you to go to the Outer Sect Hall to pay respects to the Sect Master and the Masters of the Hundred Meridians.
The Sect Master is away from the Sect these days, so the Sword Master of the Wind Palace has taken his place. When you enter the palace, you must respectfully address him as Grandmaster Feng. Do you understand?"
"yes."
All the immortal seedlings responded in unison and followed Yin Tao into the whirlpool at the end of the corridor.
The next moment, a square inch vortex appeared out of thin air from the outer sect hall, and a group of immortal seedlings came out one after another, and rich spiritual energy instantly hit them in the face.
Xiang Sheng looked up and finally saw the true appearance of the Wanmai Sword Sect's mountain gate.
The Outer Sect Hall was located on the top of a mountain. Right now, they were in front of the red-painted door of the hall, and could see mountains surrounding it, with clouds and mist lingering among the lush greenery. There were cranes flying in the sky, and their melodious cries echoed through the mountains.
The immortals were stunned by the beautiful scenery before them, but Xiang Sheng had no intention of watching.
She was still thinking about Li Yu.
Nineteen years ago, Li Yu failed to fulfill his promise to send people to Dongzhou to maintain order. At that time, she guessed that something had happened in Xizhou, but she never thought that Li Yu would die.
If a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage takes one more step forward, he will reach the Mahayana Stage and can ascend to the Immortal Realm.
Having reached this level, there are few rivals in the world of cultivation, not to mention that Li Yu is a sword cultivator whose strength is even greater than that of ordinary cultivators.
Who killed Li Yu?
What exactly happened after the East and West continents were connected?
At this time, the two red doors of the hall slowly opened, and a middle-aged elder with a stern face walked out.
"Newly promoted Immortal Seedling, enter the palace for an audience!"
The immortal seedlings did not dare to delay and immediately stepped over the threshold. Yin Tao just looked at them from afar with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
boom--
The palace door was heavily closed. The immortal Miao who was walking at the end was startled. He turned around and saw the cold and solemn middle-aged elder closing the door and walking towards him. He immediately lowered his head and dared not look any more.
A large number of immortal seedlings poured in, and the empty hall immediately became quite crowded.
Xiang Sheng walked at the front of the team. After a while, he saw many Sword Sect monks sitting in the hall. There were roughly no less than a hundred of them.
Sitting in the seat at the head was a female cultivator in a blue robe, with a beautiful face and a cold, serious expression.
A glimmer flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes. She is the Sword Master of the Wind Palace?
"Greetings!"
When the solemn elder behind him spoke, the immortal seedlings who were still a little at a loss immediately felt their hearts tighten, knelt down and shouted in unison.
"Greetings to Grandmaster Feng!"
"Get up."
The Sword Master of the Wind Palace said calmly, his words concisely: "You who have entered our Sword Sect today must remember the sect's precepts and not violate them lightly; practice diligently and do not slack off."
"Remember Master Feng's instructions!"
Seeing Xian Miao answering obediently, the Sword Master of Feng Palace did not want to say more and raised his hand to wave lightly.
The middle-aged elder who had just opened the door immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hand to wipe the storage ring, and then waved his sleeves to emit thousands of spiritual lights, which hung in front of the many immortal seedlings who had only just started practicing "Sword Strategy".
"If you can master the Sword Strategy within three days, you can enter the outer sect as a sword attendant and be given a mid-grade elixir as encouragement."
The middle-aged elder said in a deep voice: "Although you are an outer sect, if you make great progress, you still have the opportunity to enter the inner sect. I hope you will practice hard and don't slack off."
"yes!"
The immortal seedlings responded in unison, and Wu Lingcheng also responded weakly. He was then taken out by a young disciple beside him and headed directly to the outer gate.
As soon as this group of immortal seedlings left, the hall was immediately mostly empty, with only about 200 immortal seedlings waiting in the hall.
"Wang Quanzhi, Li Molian, Shan Wangjin..."
The middle-aged elder called out the names of ten people in succession, "Step out and practice the sword techniques you learned from the Sword Strategy."
After saying that, the middle-aged elder threw out ten wooden swords.
The immortal seedlings whose names were called did not dare to hesitate. They all stepped forward to pick up the wooden swords and practiced the most powerful moves they had realized under the watchful eyes of hundreds of sect elders.
For a moment, the only sounds in the hall were the immature shouts of the immortal seedlings.
The immortal seedlings who can reach this stage are already the best among their peers. However, their talents are decent, but their temperaments are still unpredictable.
Among the ten people who were called out, one of them was too nervous and the sword moves he practiced were distorted, causing many sword lineage masters present to secretly shake their heads.
After three or five moves, the middle-aged elder called a halt and turned to look at the other vein masters. The ten immortal seedlings immediately became more nervous, even their breathing slowed down.
Fortunately, after a while, a pulse master finally spoke and pointed at the immortal seedling standing in the middle of the ten people.
"Li Molian, you can enter my Qing Sword Vein."
Once someone started speaking, the others no longer held back and started speaking as well.
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