Although the situation was urgent, they didn't know how urgent it was, so Tian Wenjin and his companions first delivered the box to the destination before using all their strength to use their escape skills to fly towards Daojianmen.
They said they were flying at full speed, but just as how much water a bucket can hold is determined by the shortest piece of wood, how fast the five of them can fly is entirely determined by the slowest person.
Among the five people, two were in the Foundation Establishment Stage. They were low-level cultivators who followed the big guy to gain mission experience. Their speed was very slow, and they couldn't fly back to Daojianmen in one breath.
So not only were they slow, they also had to stop halfway to rest and recover their magic power.
On the morning of the 18th, after the two foundation-building disciples barely flew over Wuyi Mountain in the middle section of Northern Chu, they could not hold on any longer, so they found a flat grassland on a nearby barren mountain to rest.
"Long-distance flight consumes too much mana..." One of the foundation-building disciples sat cross-legged on the grass, panting and saying, "I don't know what happened to the sect that they called us back in this way."
A Jindan disciple found a stone nearby and sat on it to rest. Hearing what he said, he glanced at him and said, "When you become a Nascent Soul, the heaven and the human will be connected, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be your spiritual energy. You can use the spiritual energy from the outside world as you like, and you don't have to worry about losing mana anymore."
"Nascent Soul Stage?" The foundation-building disciple shook his head. For now, let alone Barrier Breaking Pills, his understanding of the Golden Core was still in a confused stage, and he couldn't even see the hope of forming a Golden Core. "I don't even know if I can form a Golden Core, and I'm still in the Nascent Soul Stage?"
Another foundation-building disciple took the opportunity to ask, "Brother, what is the difference between the Golden Core Stage and the Foundation-building Stage? I read in a book that we need to condense the Qi to form a golden elixir. But how do we condense the Qi? How do we control the mana in the Dantian?"
Upon hearing this, the Jindan disciple smiled in an unfathomable way and said, "Practice is to go against the will of heaven. One step is a new level. The gap between foundation building and Jindan is a natural chasm. Jindan is a completely different realm from foundation building. You still need to comprehend more. Comprehend life, comprehend nature, comprehend the exercises, and comprehend the Tao. But how much you comprehend depends on your own comprehension."
"Oh, so that's how it is!" The two foundation-building disciples nodded as if they had realized something, "Thank you for your guidance, senior brother."
The Jindan disciple smiled proudly and said, "I didn't say anything. You figured it out on your own."
Tian Wenjin was not injured and was helping them guard the side. She heard the nonsense of the Jindan disciple, looked over, and said coldly to the foundation-building disciple: "You can't even control your mana and cyclone, and you still want to form a pill? Your foundation is too poor, so you'd better polish your mana, strengthen your body, calm your mind, consolidate your foundation, and calm down to practice, which is worse than anything else."
This foundation-building disciple was criticized for no reason and felt a little uncomfortable, but he glanced at Tian Wenjin and didn't dare to reply.
Another foundation-building disciple thought that not only was Tian Wenjin unwilling to guide them, but he also did not allow others to guide them, and he couldn't help but feel resentful in his heart.
Tian Wenjin was very pretty, but she was too cold, so cold that strangers would not approach her. She was not very popular. Especially when others heard that she had realized the ruthless sword, they were even less willing to make friends with her.
Tian Wenjin noticed the changes in the eyes of the two foundation-building disciples, but she didn't care. She withdrew her gaze and continued to be on guard for them.
Tian Wenjin had a good talent, and she had been influenced by Qin Ran over the years, so she also paid attention to the polishing of her foundation. Therefore, her cultivation was very deep. For such an ordinary journey, her consumption was very small, and she did not need to sit down to recover her mana.
But the other two Jindan disciples were different. They were quite exhausted and also needed to meditate to restore their magic power.
So four of them meditated while one stood guard.
Soon, an hour passed.
At this time, Tian Wenjin sat on the branch of a nearby big tree.
She was holding a spider's tooth with her slender fingers, staring at it infatuatedly. Her eyes were blurred, and she was thinking back to the heavy snow that night, the wooden house in the village, and the dim oil lamp... That was a beauty that she would never be able to experience again in her life.
The spider fang was the tooth of a ghost-faced spider, which she had spent a lot of effort to obtain from the Deacon's Hall... and kept it as a souvenir.
Suddenly, more than ten beams of light flew past in the air not far away, bringing Tian Wenjin back to her senses. She glanced at them casually and didn't take them seriously.
Although the big sects are far away from the world, the small sects are not so particular. It is not uncommon to see a few cultivators passing by in the sky occasionally.
She looked back at Spider Fang, and thought of that person again... What was she doing? Was she still comprehending new sword techniques at the Sword Washing Lake? Or was she following her master... or...
She thought of the word "danger" on her identity token, and her heart began to beat faster. She became worried, and then she came to her senses and prepared to call her fellow apprentices to set off.
But before she could move, she saw the dozen or so beams of light that had just flown past flying back. Not only did they fly back, they also landed.
They landed on the ground in front of her tree. She heard a young monk whispering to the older monk in the lead: "That's her. I've seen her before. She's one of the five most beautiful women in Daojian Sect. I won't make a mistake."
The leader looked up at Tian Wenjin on the tree, knowing that anyone who had seen such a beautiful female monk would never forget her, so he did not ask any more questions and believed what the young monk said.
He took a step forward and laughed a standard "hahahaha" in a programmed manner, then he clasped his fists with Tian Wenjin and said, "I am Wang Qi, the mountain master of Lingjian Mountain, and I am honored to meet His Excellency Tian Wenjin, the head of Daojian Sect."
Tian Wenjin slowly put the spider fang into his arms, tilted his head, and did not look directly at the dozen people from Lingjian Mountain. He just glanced at them coldly.
She said, "If you were smart, you should have left immediately. Now that you know my name, you shouldn't have come back or had that thought.
"You still have the opportunity to take your disciples away. I won't pursue the matter."
"Fellow Daoist Tian..." Wang Qi ignored Tian Wenjin's warning. He smiled and said with his hands behind his back, "I will go to Zhishen Valley to visit, but I still need a gift. Can you... and these four Daojianmen Daoists serve as our gift? A human head, a golden elixir, or a life-defining magic weapon will all be fine."
At this time, the two Jindan-stage Daojianmen monks woke up. They stood up, took out their respective natal magic weapons with serious faces, and prepared to meet the enemy.
At the same time, Tian Wenjin flicked his fingers and two faint electric lights popped out, which fell on the heads of the two fellow foundation-building disciples and forcibly woke them up.
Ignoring their anger and confusion after being forcibly awakened, Tian Wenjin asked Wang Qi in a cold voice: "You, the disciple, know that I am one of the five most beautiful women in Daojian Sect, but do you know that I am the fifth of the ten most outstanding geniuses in Daojian Sect?"
A genius disciple?!
Wang Qi was obviously stunned. It was entirely possible that a talented disciple from a large sect like this was stronger than the leader of a small sect like him. He glanced at the disciple, who had a confused look on his face. It was obvious that he only knew that Tian Wenjin had a pretty face.
But he thought, although Tian Wenjin was strong, he was already a cultivator in the late Jindan stage. No matter how strong he was, how much stronger could he be than him?
So he smiled and said, "Zhi Cang Valley has done a great favor to our sect, so this time to help Zhi Cang Valley, our mountain master brought most of the strength of Lingjian Mountain. I would like to ask, no matter how strong you are, can you still compete with a sect?"
"Zhishengu, Zhishengu..." Tian Wenjin roughly knew where the crisis of Daojianmen came from. She stood up from the tree branch, but still turned sideways to the people of Lingjian Mountain. She spoke,
"Master Junior Danfeng once told me a story called "Sitting in a Well and Looking at the Sky". There was a frog born at the bottom of a well. It sat at the bottom of the well and looked up at the sky. The sky it saw was only as big as the well mouth, so it thought the sky was that big."
She reached out and pressed her hand on the hilt of the Yulei Sword on her back, and continued, "You are the leader of a small sect, there is nothing wrong with that. But you shouldn't think that most of the strength of Lingjian Mountain will be very powerful, and you shouldn't think that you, the leader of Lingjian Mountain, will be very powerful."
“Sizzle…”
She began to draw her sword, and tiny arcs of blue electricity quietly appeared in the air.
And as the blue arc appeared, a terrifying sharpness and a chill that penetrated the soul also appeared indiscriminately on everyone on the field.
The Thunder Sword is unsheathed!
“Sizzle~pop!”
There was a sound of electric arc piercing the air, the branches shook, and Tian Wenjin on the fork disappeared.
"careful!"
Wang Qi had been keeping an eye on Tian Wenjin. As soon as Tian Wenjin displayed her skills, he rushed over with his natal sword, and hurriedly shouted, "I'll hold her back. You guys form a sword formation!"
The disciples of Lingjian Mountain tried hard to suppress the influence of the sword intent. They calmed themselves down, quickly dispersed, found their positions, performed sword techniques, and began to arrange the sect's most powerful sword formation.
but……
At this time they suddenly discovered that the mountain master was hit by a blue lightning and fell directly from mid-air. He fell into the grass, and blue electric light moved on his body. He couldn't get up for a while.
When the mountain master went forward to intercept Tian Wenjin, they spread out their positions and formed a formation. Just as they were about to make hand seals, the mountain master was defeated and lost his ability to fight.
So, how many moves did the mountain master and Tian Wenjin exchange?
They will have to think about this problem in their next life.
After defeating Wang Qi, Tian Wenjin turned into a blue lightning and rushed towards them.
Setting up the formation, setting up the formation in front of a shunji sword cultivator like Tian Wenjin, a top sword cultivator, even with Qin Ran's level of formation, he didn't dare to do so.
This is a question of knowledge.
Small sects are short-sighted and do not know how powerful the real strong ones are.
Wang Qi thought that he could tie up Tian Wenjin, and his disciples could calmly set up the sword formation. Even if they didn't win 100%, they had an 80% chance of winning.
But he overestimated his own strength.
He never thought about what would happen if he hadn't stopped Tian Wenjin... A wolf among a flock of sheep is not enough to describe the current situation in the world, only a tiger among a flock of sheep can do that.
Wang Qi's whole body was paralyzed, and he struggled to control the tiny sword energies running wild in his body.
He lay in the mud and saw a blue lightning flash through his disciples in an instant. How many breaths? Or a few blinks? Or a few moments? He didn't know. He only knew that the time was very short, very short.
The disciples he carefully selected were all turned into charcoal.
...They haven't even reached Zhishen Valley yet.
His eyes blurred, and the cold and stunningly beautiful woman appeared in front of him. She pointed a sword at his forehead, and her voice was colder than ice:
"You actually know that there is a gap in strength, but the number of people gives you a sense of security. You actually know that you can't beat me, but the powerful sword formation of the sect makes you feel lucky. You use your strength to guess my strength, and you use your speed to compare my speed. This is your way to death!"
Wang Qi tried hard to dispel the numbness in his body. He raised his sword tremblingly and stabbed at Tian Wenjin.
Tian Wenjin swung the sword in his hand to the side, knocking Wang Qi's sword away.
At the same time, the blue thunder composed of sword energy on her sword rushed towards Wang Qi's body along Wang Qi's sword.
Wang Qi was electrocuted again and was unable to hold the sword.
His sword fell to the grass and rolled across it like a piece of scrap metal.
"You have worked hard for hundreds of years and finally reached the late stage of Jindan. It was not easy..." Tian Wenjin looked at Wang Qi coldly and said, "But you shouldn't get involved in the affairs of the big sects. You should stay at Lingjian Mountain honestly. Your stage is there."
Wang Qi tried to look at Tian Wenjin, Tian Wenjin raised his sword and chopped off his head. He would never know how strong a Jindan cultivator could be.
"And the last thing you should do is disturb me when I'm thinking about her."
Tian Wenjin did not say this.
She swung the sword in her hand into the air, and then she flew onto the sword on the blue electric light, and turned around and said, "Let's go back to the sect."
The four people from Daojian Sect, who were attacked indiscriminately by the sword intent, finally came to their senses. They looked up at the cold and arrogant woman in the air, and a chill surged in their hearts.
The two foundation-building disciples swallowed their saliva, came back to their senses, looked at each other, and thought, "Perhaps what Senior Sister Tian said before was right."
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