Chapter 4: The disciple is not a human being?

Xie Tingyu's eyes flashed with red light, her pupils shrank slightly, and were gradually covered with purple-gold, as if they were carrying a terrifying divinity.

The red sharp sword aura surrounded them, making a startling sound.

But he didn't hurt Xie Tingyu at all.

The sky is red.

Would the Heavenly Divine Sword, whose name is known even in the underworld, actually recognize her as its master?

A long sword with a red hilt hung in front of her. There was a red line on the sword, like a line of blood slowly flowing down, bright red and evil. The hilt was inlaid with gems that looked like dragon scales, dazzling and eye-catching.

There was a faint aura of violence and bloodthirstiness emanating from it.

How can this be a magic sword? It's clearly a demon sword.

Xie Tingyu felt a tingling sensation all over her body and reached out to touch it. Tianxing Chixiao shuddered instantly and wrapped around her hand. Xie Tingyu seemed to be able to sense the emotion of the sword, which was joy and happiness.

At the same time, the mist at the end of the Three Thousand Cloud Ladders dissipated, revealing the figures of many people.

Standing high above, he looked down at the blood-stained and extremely ferocious mortal sword master at the bottom of the ladder to the sky.

"Who are you? Why do you dare to break into my Xuanyuntian and try to take away the magic sword?" The serious voice came down with pressure, pressing on Xie Tingyu's slender back.

Xie Tingyu's bones creaked, but he remained upright, looking straight ahead without fear, "Tian Xing Chi Xiao voluntarily recognized me as his master, I don't think I did anything wrong."

The other party probably didn't expect Xie Tingyu to be so tough.

The voice paused for a moment, "The sword master of Tianxing Chixiao needs to be very strong, otherwise it will be difficult to resist the invasion of the divine sword. You are just a mortal without any cultivation. If you use it once, your flesh and blood will dry up and die. Do you still dare to ask for it?"

[This sword is a magic sword that will devour the flesh and blood of its master, host, be careful]

The same-speech conversion system finally spoke at this moment, emitting a humane sigh in Xie Tingyu's mind.

"I don't believe I will die after using it once." Xie Tingyu saluted with the sword in hand, "Thank you for the reminder, but if you don't even dare to wield the sword, forget about becoming the master of Tianxing Chixiao."

Xie Tingyu originally did not want to join Xuanyuntian because there were too many powerful people in Xuanyuntian and he was afraid that his true identity would be exposed.

But the other party's attitude at this time made her a little confused. Tianxing Chixiao was one of Xuan Yuntian's three divine swords. There was no way Xuan Yuntian would let her, an outsider, take it away so easily, right?

So Xie Tingyu thought for a moment, brushed his clothes, and sat down directly on the ladder to the clouds.

The head sways gently.

The skull of the dry skeleton beside her was covered with cracks. Xie Tingyu raised her hand and knocked it down, and the skull shattered. As the fragments scattered, the bloody hellish scene around her gradually dissipated and turned into a red light that flew into the Tianxing Chixiao in her hand.

When Xie Tingyu sat down and closed his eyes to rest, the people of Xuanyuntian standing outside the mountain gate burst into a commotion.

Many of Xuan Yuntian's disciples were held back, all huddled together, whispering and discussing in low voices.

A slightly plump middle-aged man in a blue robe stood in front. He was the one who had just spoken. He frowned and the flesh on his face moved slightly. "I said, that girl is a mortal and she really can't bear it. She won't die before she can even use a single attack? Why are you stopping me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? She is the only one who can subdue Tianxing Chixiao in the past three thousand years. How could she be a useless good-for-nothing?" The gorgeous and beautiful woman with black hair in a bun and wearing a red dress snorted coldly and retorted.

Cheng Yan stood behind her, his eyes still fixed on the red spot, surprise still lingering in his eyes.

"I just checked, and there is a trace of spiritual power in her. Although it is thin, it is still a glimmer of hope." The red-haired man looked indifferent, and the golden light in his eyes dissipated when he finished speaking.

I hope she can wield the sword, stand on Xuan Yuntian's side and become a strong person, rather than becoming Xuan Yuntian's enemy.

It was naturally difficult for them to accept that Xuan Yuntian's sword was taken away by an outsider. Moreover, Xuan Yuntian was the number one sect in the world of cultivation. In the past few thousand years, no disciple in the sect could make Tian Xing Chi Xiao recognize him as their master.

Countless geniuses emerged, and every generation had talented people, but none of them could conquer Tianxing Chixiao.

This point is enough to allow the girl to enter Xuanyuntian as an exception.

In fact, it depends on whether the girl wants it or not.

The red-haired man hesitated for a moment. As the head of a sect, he certainly couldn't do something like threatening others to join the sect.

"In that case, let the girl enter the outer gate. It's just right to start from the outer gate and consolidate the foundation." A middle-aged man with a gloomy face walked out of the crowd, exuding a cold aura around him.

"Master Ge, your Zhuxie Hall is not busy today? You actually have time to come and watch the fun?" someone teased.

Ge Teng pretended not to hear, his expression remained unchanged, his gaze penetrated the clouds and fell directly on the bloody figure, his eyes were indifferent.

The red-haired leader raised his hand slightly to stop everyone from talking.

But before he could open his mouth, he heard lazy and unfocused laughter behind him. Before he could react, he saw a figure with white hair and a white robe falling in front of him. Following closely behind him was a tall and gentle young man wearing a black robe with auspicious clouds outlined by gold thread, and his hair tied with a red silk ribbon.

The young man stood beside the red-haired leader, holding a sword and smiling.

The red-haired head took a step back and asked in a low voice, "Little Junior Brother, why did the old man come out?"

Wen Zhiyu tilted his head and said with a smile, "Master told me that he was afraid that a good talent would be thrown away by someone without vision, so he came here specially to take a look. This is a good opportunity to verify whether it is because he is old and his eyes are blurry, or the new generation of leaders in Xuanyuntian have poor vision."

Situ You touched his red hair and laughed awkwardly twice. He didn't want to say anything more when he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood coming from beside him.

"Junior brother, are you injured?"

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyu nodded, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Before coming back today, I went to Fanyin Temple. The vengeful ghosts there were really fierce. I was a little careless and accidentally got a little injured, but it's nothing serious."

"You still have to take care of yourself. Even though Master seems to be cheerful and carefree every day, he is actually protecting you."

Wen Zhiyu raised the corners of his lips without saying a word. His eyes passed the man in white and fell on the bloody back sitting on the ladder to the sky. The slender knuckles that grasped the scabbard turned white.

She can really endure the pain of having her flesh torn apart.

Yunheng stood at the front, with his white hair fluttering in the wind and his white robe dancing, making him look like an immortal.

However, the next moment, he suddenly spoke, "This girl is too thin. Who raised her so poorly? Why don't I come? I just wonder if she is willing to go with me?"

"Master, you can just ask her directly." Wen Zhiyu took a step forward with a smile on his face.

Yun Heng hummed, "Xiao Yu is right."

"My disciple is not a child anymore, Master, please don't always call me little..." Before Wen Zhiyu finished his words, a gust of wind blew by, and he stopped talking. Yun Heng had disappeared before his sight.

The few people in power in Xuanyuntian looked at each other, not daring to stop it.

In the blink of an eye, Yunheng appeared on the ladder to the sky.

He appeared directly in front of Xie Tingyu. Xie Tingyu was looking down at Tian Xing Chi Xiao, but when the corner of his white clothes appeared in the afterglow, Xie Tingyu was slightly startled.

But the man just sat down beside her, his pure white clothes stained red by the blood on the steps.

Xie Tingyu subconsciously said, "Dirty."

"My dear, are you in pain? What flavor of pills do you like?" Yun Heng had a kind smile on his face, and he put on what he thought was the kindest smile.

Xie Tingyu frowned slightly, wondering why this man who looked like a weird uncle suddenly came to her.

A man with white hair and a peaceful face, is there such a person in Xuanyuntian?

The last time Xie Tingyu read "The Immortal Journey" was seventeen years ago, before he transmigrated into the book.

Although there is a homophone conversion system and a life simulator biography it gave her, the biography is limited to the personal introduction of "Xie Tingyu".

She didn't have much impression of the original novel and had almost completely forgotten the plot.

Can't remember who he is.

So Xie Tingyu considered carefully, tried to be polite, and asked, "Who are you?"

Seeing that the white-haired middle-aged man did not answer again, he straightened his clothes, held his head high and coughed again: "I see that you have a unique bone structure and a great talent for swordsmanship. I want to ask, who is your master?"

I have read it in a mess, thank you for listening to my comments.

"Me? If I were so weak that I could have a master, my master would be so angry that he would beat me to death." Xie Tingyu pointed at himself and said with a smile.

"What are you talking about? I know a man who is an excellent swordsman, has a good temper, and loves to protect his friends. If you are interested, I can recommend him to you."

Yun Heng took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over. "I was in a hurry to leave, so I only brought this. The quality is average, so please make do with it for now."

Xie Tingyu didn't answer. She raised her eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

"I." Yun Heng ignored her distant look and stuffed the porcelain bottle in his hand into hers.

"Goodbye." Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes and prepared to get up.

Yun Heng said, "I won't hide it from you. My real name is Xuanyuntian Yun Heng. People call me Yun Heng the Sword Master. Today I just want to ask you, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Seeing his serious answer, Xie Tingyu's heart was filled with turmoil.

Xuan Yuntian's Yunheng Sword Master, killed a powerful person who was transcending tribulation with one sword a thousand years ago without any injury, which established his future status as the Sword Master.

But it is rumored that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and kills decisively.

The person in front of me exudes a lazy aura, as if laziness and leisure are engraved in his bones.

Xie Tingyu couldn't quite think of these two people together.

In fact, the aura of this person made her feel very familiar.

But I can't remember where I have come across something similar.

"Or rather, what do you want? I can do my best to satisfy it." Yun Heng looked at her expression and added.

Xie Tingyu was silent for a moment, then turned to look at him and gritted his teeth, "Is the library big enough?"

She didn't like reading, but she had to do it in order to find the treasure.

Xie Tingyu wiped away a tear in his eye.

Yun Heng's eyes lit up, "Of course, I, Xuan Yuntian, have been buried for thousands of years. Apart from other things, I have ancient books on spells, sword techniques, puppet making, and ghost communication. I have everything."

"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings." After saying this, Xie Tingyu muttered, "I just hope that Master will not despise me for being a mortal."

Yun Heng laughed loudly, "No problem, no problem. From now on, you will be my third disciple. Your eldest senior brother's name is Situ You, and your second senior brother's name is Wen Zhiyu."

Wen Zhiyu, Xie Tingyu muttered in her heart, and she finally remembered where she had come into contact with this familiar breath.

Damn it, he accidentally became a fellow student with the world-destroying villain in the original novel.

And he already knew that the world-destroying villain had a strong desire to kill him.

Q: How to survive under the gaze of a world-destroying villain?

Xie Tingyu chose to be fearless and cast the Heart Mantra to save her life. If that didn't work, revealing her identity was not an option, but the journey to find the treasure would be more difficult.

In a short period of time, Xie Tingyu completed the change of her mindset. Just as she was about to ask Tian Xing Chi Xiao about his question, the pain all over her body suddenly surged like a tidal wave.

The pain that she could bear just now almost destroyed her will at this moment.

Xie Tingyu's pupils shrank slightly. He held on to his body, feeling the cold ghost power flowing through his veins. A flash of golden light flashed in his eyes.

Yun Heng, who was sitting aside, looked at the bottom of the ladder to the sky. The calm and mirror-like Xuan Du Sea surrounded the entire Xuan Yuntian. It seemed peaceful, but murderous intent was hidden inside.

Yun Heng sighed, raised her hand and patted Xie Ting's shoulder, "Tian Xing Chi Xiao was once called the Demon Sword. Over the years, I have always suspected that no one could subdue it. As a result, it's you who is involved. I have to suspect that you are not human..."

Xie Tingyu didn't have time to think deeply about Yunheng's words. The delayed pain overwhelmed her consciousness.

The porcelain bottle that Yunheng had stuffed into her arms rolled down the stairs.

Yun Heng cast a spell to catch her body, and the smile on his face faded a lot.

The cold laughter melted into the wind, "It seems that it really does not belong to the category of human beings."