Geng Qi immediately replied, "Wuji Xianzong has sent a visiting card from Wangxian Peak, wishing to come and observe the ceremony. Palace Master Feng is unsure whether he should let them in."
"Wangxian Peak?"
Xiang Sheng's eyes flashed, "Who are all here?"
"The leader is Lu Mufeng, the last disciple under the master of Wangxian Peak. Seven of the other nine are from Dongzhou."
When Xiang Sheng heard this, he knew that Jiang Yi had also come, and it was very likely that they were the same group that came out of the underground palace.
Given Jiang Yi's personality, he would not tell the master of Wangxian Peak her true identity.
The Lord of Wangxian Peak made such arrangements probably because he wanted Lu Mufeng to come and confirm whether the Wanmai Sword Sect and "Taiyin" had really reached a cooperation.
After figuring out the crux of the matter, Xiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Leave them hanging, neither refusing nor nodding.
If they haven't left in two months, we will invite them to join the sect and include them in the Yuan Sword Vein."
"yes."
Geng Qi took the order and left, and the hall became quiet.
Apart from waiting for the Sword Master Ceremony to begin, there is nothing important to deal with.
Xiang Sheng put away the book at hand, stood up, turned into a sword light, and flew towards Wuming Peak.
She let Taiyin take the blame for the "Tomb of the Dragon Emperor", but she couldn't really let the Pantheon feel threatened.
It would be best to create the illusion that the Wanmai Sword Sect is connected to Taiyin, but communication is poor.
In this way, the outside world will definitely believe that Taiyin is very weak and cannot pose a threat for the time being.
She originally planned to carry out this act at the Sword Master Ceremony and then spread it through rumors.
But now the people from Wangxian Peak have come to our door, so it would be a waste not to use such a good chess piece.
The news spread through their mouths is more credible.
She was not afraid of offending Taiyin, because she would have been dead if she had offended him long ago.
Moreover, Qin Tianque is in charge of the sect. Even if Taiyin is angry and comes to the Sword Master Ceremony to cause trouble, he will be suppressed by Qin Tianque and will not cause much trouble.
For the next period of time, Xiang Sheng settled down in Wuming Peak and sorted out what he had gained from his trip.
This trip to the "Tomb of the Dragon Emperor" lasted only a little over a year, but she gained much more than the previous forty years of seclusion.
Not only did he temporarily solve the problem of the imbalance between the strength of his physical body and true essence, and successfully break through to the Spirit Transformation Stage; his state of mind over the years also made rapid progress as if he had taken a tonic, catching up with the progress of his comprehension of the flawless sword intent.
Of course, the biggest gain was the second fragment of the "Deceiving Heaven" formation disk.
When the two fragments merge into one, they will be able to sense the remaining fragments that are scattered outside, and there is no need to rely on luck like before.
However, there are still many memories left in the second fragment, which requires time to digest.
Although the flow of time will not allow the artistic conception of time to advance by leaps and bounds after breaking through 30%, it can still serve as nourishment to advance the realm a little further.
Xiang Sheng has no plans to go down the mountain recently, so there is no need to rush to fuse the two fragments.
Apart from these...
Xiang Sheng suddenly made hand gestures with both hands, condensing two completely different rune restrictions, and then merged the two.
The next moment, a strange red light slowly appeared from the palm of his hand.
Looking at the red restriction on his palm, Xiang Sheng's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.
This new restriction, created by her in a flash of inspiration, showed an astonishing suppressive ability on the Heavenly Dao Bloodline. Its importance is self-evident.
It can even be considered as a means as important as "Deceiving Heaven".
Looking at the red light in the palm of his hand, it was a bit thicker than blood, faintly black, and almost extremely thick.
Xiang Sheng thought about it and chose the word "Ji" to name the new ban.
Strictly prohibited.
The forbidden red light suddenly brightened slightly, as if echoing the new name, as if it had come to life.
Xiang Sheng was surprised.
Such a crude creation has spirituality.
She seemed to have accidentally created something remarkable.
However, she also knew that the current extreme ban was of no use for the time being.
It's not just her own cultivation level that's limited, but also the method of activating the extreme ban itself, which is too slow and crude.
Fighting with others, between life and death, the situation of the battle changes in an instant.
The ultimate prohibition must first be integrated with the ancient prohibition and the snake and insect prohibition before it can slowly transform.
If she were to face Xue Jiushu, the time wasted would be enough for her to die more than a hundred times.
Calculating the time, she had just broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm not long ago, and her true essence still needed to be refined and precipitated by the Wheel of Life, and her artistic conception of years had already been "consumed".
So for the next five months, Xiang Sheng turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window. Except for the occasional whim to go out to practice sword, he stayed in the wooden house on the Nameless Peak, using the crystal memory and the eight secret realm magic weapons to concentrate on studying the snake and insect text prohibitions.
In the art of prohibition, there are four levels: entry, basic proficiency, mastery, and perfection.
If a cultivator comprehends the forbidden runes for three years and gains nothing, it proves that he has no destiny with the forbidden runes.
Once you get started, you can recognize the origin and function of the restrictions like Yuan Jing, and after trying a few more times, you can also condense basic runes.
Those who have reached the level of proficiency can skillfully use basic restriction runes like Yuan Jing's father Yuan Zhiping, and can also copy and apply the restrictions recorded in the books.
After reaching the mastery level, one's understanding of restrictions can be considered profound. One can even slightly change and adjust the restriction runes to achieve the desired effect, and combining and connecting different restrictions is also a piece of cake.
If one can reach the state of perfection, there is no need to stretch out one's hands and make hand gestures anymore. The true meaning of the restriction is already reflected in the mind, and it can be accomplished in a single thought, unpredictable by gods and ghosts.
Xiang Sheng has been studying and comprehending the ancient prohibitions for many years and has already reached the level of proficiency. However, she has only just begun to master the snake and insect scripts, and the only prohibitions she can integrate are the two words "kill" and "luxuriant".
If the snake and insect script prohibition can also be mastered, perhaps her current troubles will be eliminated in an instant.
In this kind of research, half a year passed in a flash.
It was not until Yao Ziyi came to wake Xiang Sheng up one morning that Xiang Sheng realized belatedly that the Sword Master Ceremony was about to begin today.
…
On this day, before the hour of Mao, everyone in the Wanmai Sword Sect started to move.
One hundred thousand formal disciples, all wearing the same black uniform, gathered at the main peak square.
From a distance, it looks like a black torrent, imposing and overwhelming.
The errand disciples from the outer sect were all dressed neatly and gathered at the viewing platform on the top of another mountain opposite the main peak, kneeling down to pay homage from afar.
Lu Mufeng and others also sat on the high platform in the viewing platform specially provided for guests from outside the sect.
Seeing this spectacular scene, Lu Mufeng couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of the Ten Thousand Veins Sword Sect, every disciple has a sword rhythm. The sword energy formed by this convergence soars into the sky and pierces the sky..."
Jiang Yi didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on the throne at the highest point of the opposite square.
At three quarters past the hour of Mao, all the disciples finally arrived.
The leaders of each sword sect, along with the elders and true disciples, entered and took their seats, and the atmosphere in the square became increasingly solemn.
The place was silent until noon, when the elder in charge of ceremonies finally appeared and his loud shouts echoed throughout the square.
"The auspicious time has arrived, respectfully welcome the Sword Master from the Palace!"
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