Wu Ya knew that he had schemed against Xiang Sheng many times when he was in Dongzhou. There was nothing between them except hatred.
At this moment, when he heard Qin Tianque mention the word "humanity", he just wanted to laugh, but then he thought about it and became curious again, so he followed up the topic and asked:
"How do you want me to repay the favor, brother?"
Qin Tianque put down the teacup and said, "She gave you a wisp of residual spirit, and you give her the Earth Yin Essence, how about it?"
Hearing the words "Earth Yin Spirit", the smile in the crow's eyes instantly disappeared, and the wind in the pavilion suddenly stopped at this moment, and fell into dead silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the breeze started blowing again.
The crow's blood-red eyes stared at Qin Tianque, and the corners of his mouth slowly cracked into an arc, saying:
"Brother, if you are not afraid of raising a tiger that may cause trouble, how can I not help you? But I have a condition."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Tianque's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The crow felt as if he was being held down by a terrifying pressure, and then the world was spinning around him. Then he was slapped on the tea table and turned into a piece of thin paper, unable to move.
Qin Tianque gently placed the teapot on the thin paper, took another sip of tea, and spoke slowly.
"You're not whole yet."
The crow's eyeballs on the thin paper slowly turned, then turned faster and faster, and finally screamed, exploded into countless tiny crows, and disappeared into the void.
At the same time, in the underworld.
Lu Xuanji, who was sitting cross-legged beside the cold pond, suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
Crash——
The crow reappeared beside him, but before he could say anything, Lu Xuanji grabbed it, pressed it against his heart, and turned it into a mark.
The next moment, an extremely cold and gloomy aura burst out from his body and rose rapidly.
But just as this breath was gradually approaching perfection, it suddenly paused, began to retreat, and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened.
The mark on Lu Xuanji's heart lit up, and the crow reappeared, dejected: "Quack... I still can't beat big brother."
Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his eyes, and a smile reappeared on his face.
“It seems that while I was busy recovering my true form, my brother was also busy.
As an incomplete person, I am indeed unworthy of negotiating terms with him, but his coercion might be an opportunity..."
Lu Xuanji didn't know what he was thinking about. He licked his lower lip and laughed softly.
…
After Xiang Sheng and Qin Tianque communicated, Feng Yingxiu immediately began to prepare for the Sword Master Ceremony.
Such a grand ceremony is rare in a thousand years. All disciples who are training outside must be recalled to return to the sect to kneel and pay homage, and fellow disciples must be invited to come and pay their respects.
However, under Xiang Sheng's arrangement, the last step was omitted. Feng Yingxiu was only asked to inform all the sects and announce it to the world, without inviting anyone from other sects to come and pay their respects.
Although Feng Yingxiu felt that it was inappropriate, she had no choice but to do as Qin Tianque had ordered.
Such a strange arrangement naturally attracted the attention of all parties.
When the news of the Sword Master Ceremony spread throughout the entire Western Continent cultivation world, various sects and schools were already discussing the intentions of the Wanmai Sword Sect, and the Wuji Immortal Sect was no exception.
At this moment, in the meeting hall of Shengxian Peak of Wuji Immortal Sect.
Peak Master Zhang Wendao put down the communication jade slip and sneered coldly, "The Wanmai Sword Sect has truly declined. Anybody can become a sword master, and they are not afraid of being exposed and ridiculed."
His most senior disciple was shocked when he heard this. "Master, are you saying... that this new Sword Master is fake?"
Zhang Wendao's eyes showed sneer, "He is just a lackey of the ancient god Taiyin, who cannot be seen in public.
The Wanmai Sword Sect has been repeatedly suppressed by the Pantheon and its strength is far less than before.
Such a grand ceremony is a good opportunity for the Myriad Veins Sword Sect to demonstrate its strength and intimidate external enemies, but now they dare not allow any outside sect members to attend the ceremony, for fear that others will see their flaws."
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciple suddenly understood.
After a few days, what happened in the "Tomb of Emperor Tianlong" had already spread.
There is no Emperor Tianlong in that underground palace, but it is the hiding place of the ancient god Taiyin.
The ancient god Taiyin likes to eat people's fate. It happened that he was weak when he was resurrected, so he set this trap to lure people into it.
An 80% chance that the cultivators who entered the underground palace would end up in Taiyin's stomach.
If the female cultivator under Taiyin's command had not destroyed one of Taiyin's magic weapons in order to protect herself, the remaining 20% would not have survived.
Logically speaking, the female cultivator should have been killed by Taiyin long ago for disobeying her master's orders.
But somehow it came out alive, and the relationship between it and its owner seemed to be intact.
Otherwise, how could a seriously injured Wang Chuxiao kill that casual cultivator in the fusion stage in seconds?
Only the ancient god Taiyin could kill a fusion-stage cultivator with such swift and violent means.
However, he didn't seem to want to be too high-profile, and he had reached some kind of cooperation with the Wanmai Sword Sect, so he used Wang Chuxiao to kill the enemy and escape.
All these speculations are the conclusions reached by the Wuji Immortal Sect after collecting all the information about the "Tomb of the Emperor Tianlong".
"The Myriad Veins Sword Sect's desire to rely on that female cultivator to cling to the Ancient God Taiyin is simply wishful thinking."
Zhang Wendao sneered: "Taiyin is so greedy and cold-blooded that he will definitely open his mouth as wide as a lion and let the Myriad Veins Sword Sect find the destiny of the Tianjiao to devour.
Sword cultivators have always claimed to be on the side of justice. If they do as they are told,
Upon hearing this, the disciple couldn't help but worry, "Master, if the Myriad Veins Sword Sect follows suit, wouldn't that add a new invincible force? We are no match for the Ancient Gods. By then, the position of the number one sect in Western Continent..."
"What are you panicking about?"
Zhang Wendao's eyes flashed with hidden contempt, and he said, "The Ancient God has just been resurrected, and his strength is still weak, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, even if the sky falls, we have our master to hold it up, so why are you panicking?"
The eldest disciple immediately bowed his head and said, "I'm ashamed."
Zhang Wendao waved his hand and said, "Just prepare a gift and send it over. Spread the news so that all the cultivators in Xizhou know that the Myriad Veins Sword Sect is collaborating with Taiyin."
The disciple's expression brightened upon hearing this, "I'll do it immediately!"
The master of Shengxian Peak was making plans, but the situation in Wangxian Peak was quite different.
"Why is Qin Tianque so confused?"
Inside the hall, Lin Wangchen's expression was sullen, "Regardless of Taiyin's character, how could the title of Ancient God be borrowed so easily?
If the Pantheon intensifies its targeting, the Myriad Veins Sword Sect will suffer heavy losses!"
A woman sitting under him sighed, "Brother, the Myriad Veins Sword Sect has been in a difficult situation these past few years. Perhaps it's time we have to take this risk.
Unfortunately, Qin Tianque is young and energetic, and he doesn’t have a close relationship with us, so he can’t persuade us. If it were his master, Tian Yan…”
At this point, the woman immediately realized something and stopped talking.
Lin Wangchen was reminded of the time when he and his friends traveled around the world of cultivation. His expression darkened and he shook his head.
"The past is over, there's no point in talking about it. Let Mu Feng take the Dongzhou group to congratulate them.
I heard that the sword cultivation genius Xiang Jianjue is in a good position in the Wanmai Sword Sect and has reached the position of true disciple. Perhaps, for the sake of the East Continent God, they can be allowed in to pay their respects.
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