32. The Lord of One Peak, Dad 13
The monster's sudden attack caught Cheng Ye off guard.
"Buzz" Before Cheng Ye had time to accept the premonition of death, a terrifying force emanated from his body, completely shattering the phantom that attacked Cheng Ye, breaking it into black mist and gradually dissipating.
There is no doubt that this is a life-saving spiritual consciousness that Cheng Jiu planted in his son. It will be triggered every time his son encounters life-threatening danger, protecting Cheng Ye while giving the enemy a fatal blow.
Cheng Jiu, far away in the sky, felt one of his spiritual senses shatter. Hmm? What kind of mortal danger has this kid encountered? Is he daring to go somewhere dangerous again? Is he itching for trouble? I'm going to give him a good beating when I get back.
Cao Ruixu hurried forward to check Cheng Ye's body up and down, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Cheng Ye: "No, it's okay." I'm just a little confused.
Cao Ruixu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the rope on the ground, and found that it was broken. Black smoke was coming out of the broken end, as if it was corroded.
The Immortal Binding Rope is broken. No wonder the monster broke free. What's corroding the Immortal Binding Rope is...
Cao Ruixu looked at the tiny mouth on the ground, swallowed hard, and said, "The divine beast is worthy of being a divine beast. With just one mouthful of saliva, it not only corroded most of the soul of such a powerful monster, but also corroded the immortal rope when it touched the monster's body with the residual saliva. It's really amazing." If even a little bit of this were to touch the monster, the immortal would be completely dead.
Little mouth: "Gugugugugugu"
Cheng Ye picked it up and said, "Okay, it's not your fault... Yes, yes, you are the best."
Hearing that the monks had arrived at the door, the two men looked at each other and flew away on their swords. Since the monster was already dead, there was no need to get entangled with others. They still had to hurry on their way.
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The time was almost up, and the two of them didn't delay any longer. They rushed all the way and finally arrived at Huiling Tiancheng three days before the start of the Centenary List.
As the second largest continent in the world of immortal cultivation, Hanxi Continent boasts a 60% plain coverage rate. Consequently, it boasts a high number of capitals, a large population, and numerous sects of all sizes.
The Fufa Sect is the largest sect in the Hanxi Continent and is also ranked first in the world of immortal cultivation. It has two ancestors who are in the Tribulation Crossing stage, which makes it a bit superior to the Qiongcang Sect. However, for nearly a thousand years, due to the big brand of Chengjiu, the Qiongcang Sect's reputation is no less than that of the Fufa Sect. Why? First, for example, a 60-year-old scholar and a 16-year-old scholar, who has more potential and is more likely to succeed in ascending to heaven? This is self-evident; second, Chengjiu's reputation was so great that he once crushed the most promising Yunheyou of the Fufa Sect to take the top spot. This legend has been passed down to this day.
Now, it is also admired and yearned for by many people.
Huiling Tiancheng is located at the foot of Fufa Mountain. It is the largest and most prosperous capital of Hanxi Continent. It is the capital of the world of immortal cultivation and no mortals live here.
Standing on the bustling avenue, Cheng Ye said, "We're finally here."
Cao Ruixu: "This place is no worse than our Linjiu City." Linjiu City is the largest capital city in the Eastern Continent and is relatively close to the Qiongcang Sect. Most of the disciples of the Qiongcang Sect take on tasks outside the sect or conduct various transactions in Linjiu City.
He looked at Cheng Ye and said, "Let's go and report to the sect's garrison first." Every sect has its own garrison, some of which are its own properties, and some are temporarily rented.
Cheng Ye nodded.
The Qiongcang Sect's headquarters is an immortal palace in the south of the city. This is the Qiongcang Sect's property. When they came here to participate in the Centenary List in previous years, they were also stationed here.
After coming out of the management office, the two separated and went to their respective jurisdictions.
After asking the young disciple about Cheng Jiu's residence, Cheng Ye went straight there.
What was Cheng Jiu doing? He was sleeping on a recliner in the pavilion in the courtyard, a book covering his face. Cheng Ye was moved again by this scene. Everyone said his father was a crazy cultivator, but he realized that since his father reached the Mahayana stage, he hadn't been practicing much, at least not like before, with his frequent sudden enlightenments and retreats.
"Dad" Cheng Ye bowed and was about to walk over to sit on the stool next to his father, but found that he could not move.
"Dad? Why are you freezing me, huh, huh?..." Dad? What are you angry about again? Dad, please break my hold and unblock my speech.
"..." Dad, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so late, but didn't I rush over? Don't be angry.
"..." Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have lost the communication token with you. I didn't mean to avoid contacting you, really. I accidentally lost it while fighting the spirit beast. I know I was wrong.
"..." Dad, just untie me. I swear, I will be careful next time. At worst, I can just carry ten or eight communication symbols with me.
"..." Uncle, please come and save your poor nephew. Big brother, my father, the big devil, is bullying me again. Please come and save me.
“…” Old man, untie me quickly, you can’t be so unreasonable, let me go quickly.
"..." What a stinky old man, what a rude and unreasonable old man, what a fuss-making old man! Immortal Lords and the like are all liars, they only bully their weak and powerless son.
"...What white
The Immortal Lord Xueaiaihan is clearly a cold-blooded and ruthless old man... Uh..." Cheng Ye, who was suddenly unblocked, was stunned for a second.
“…Dad, I was wrong! I um… um?…” Woo woo, I know I was wrong!
After struggling for a long time, Cheng Ye discovered in despair that his father seemed even angrier this time.
In this way, the father and son, one slept comfortably in the pavilion, while the other was punished to stand in the yard to bask in the sun.
Cheng Ye, whose eyes were the only part of his body that could move, blinked, trying to wipe away the sweat beads on his eyelashes. It turned out that he had been exposed to the sun for too long, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. His head was also covered in sweat, and the sweat beads on his forehead flowed down and almost dripped into his eyes.
Ask him why he doesn't use his spiritual power to dissipate heat? Haha, it's because this shameless old man has sealed his spiritual power as well! He's really his own father, and he's still as ruthless as ever. It's simply unjust.
It was not until the sun went down that Cheng Jiu finally moved. He took the book off his face and looked at his son, who was almost dried up, with a cold and noble look. With one glance, he finally released the spell he had cast on Cheng Ye.
"Bang" Cheng Ye fell directly to the ground, Yan'er lay motionless, and saw his father coming over and looking down at him condescendingly.
"Are you still making me worried?"
"No, I won't dare to do it again." I would be more touched if your tone were not so cold.
After complaining in his heart, Cheng Ye ignored his father's disgusted look, raised one hand with difficulty, and said, "Dad, please give me a hand." Cheng Ye, who was already exhausted, didn't want to ask his father why he was punished. He had already been punished, so why bother asking.
Cheng Jiu: ...Is it too late to throw this stupid son away now?
Finally, Cheng Jiu picked up his son and threw him into the pond nearby. It was better not to throw away the dirty son, as he could still be kept after washing him.
"Gudong gulp..." Cheng Ye buried his head in the water and took a comfortable bath.
At night, the father and son each took a recliner in the yard and watched the stars quietly.
Cheng Ye: "Dad, when did you arrive at Huiling Tiancheng?"
Out of fun, Cheng Ye and Cao Ruixu set out earlier, while Cheng Jiu and the large group set out later. However, the large group went straight all the way and did not get delayed on the road, so they arrived earlier than Cheng Ye and the others.
Cheng Jiu: "I have been here for more than half a month."
So early?
Cheng Ye: "Dad, you haven't been here for a long time, right? What do you think of revisiting this old place?"
Cheng Jiu: "Well, I haven't been here for hundreds of years, and there have been some changes." For example, the location of the treasure pavilion has changed.
I passed by East City before and found that the Treasure Pavilion had been moved to the east of the city. The rebuilt Treasure Pavilion was much larger than the one hundreds of years ago.
Cheng Ye turned his head to look at Cheng Jiu and said, "I met a disciple from the Fufa Sect today."
So what? What's so strange about seeing disciples of the Fufa Sect? Huiling Tiancheng is full of disciples of the Fufa Sect.
Cheng Ye: "Senior Brother has mentioned to me your destined rival, Yun Heyou, the Yun Lei Zhenjun of the Fufa Sect. Dad, can you tell me about him?" He said with an expression that showed that I really wanted to hear it.
Cheng Jiu glanced at him and was confused again, thinking about something like a destined opponent.
The ill-fated relationship between True Lord Sanyan and Yun Heyou began when they first competed on the Hundred-Year-Old Ranking. Yun Heyou's biological father was the then-leader of the Fufa Sect. He was incredibly talented, a true phenom, competing for the Hundred-Year-Old Ranking in his forties. If he hadn't met True Lord Sanyan, Yun Heyou would have been a child of destiny. However, there are no ifs; he met his destined nemesis, True Lord Sanyan.
Before True Lord Sanyan participated in the Hundred-Year-Old List for the first time, he was not well-known because after he was accepted into the Qiongcang Sect, he had been concentrating on cultivation and rarely appeared in public.
As the secret weapon of the Qiongcang Sect, True Lord Sanyan first entered the Cultivation Ranking at the age of forty-something, soaring all the way into the top ten, causing quite a sensation. Although he ultimately didn't take the top spot, he later took the top spots on the Potential Ranking and the Divine Awareness Ranking with overwhelming advantage.
Born in a high position, Yun Heyou, who had no shortage of family background, talent, and cultivation..., confidently entered the Influence Ranking, Potential Ranking, and Divine Awareness Ranking, expecting to take the top spot in all three. However, fate can be so sudden, and a rival suddenly appeared and took away both rankings.
Although Yun Heyou won the list of influential figures with his great fame, Yun Heyou found it very difficult to accept. From then on, he bravely moved forward on the road to challenging Sanyan Zhenjun.
Fifty years later, the two of them competed in the Centenary Ranking for the second time and faced off again. Yun Heyou only won the Divine Awareness Ranking, while True Lord Sanyan took away the Potential Ranking, the Character Influence Ranking, and the Cultivation Ranking.
Cheng Ye hissed. Master Yun Lei must have been extremely unlucky to have met his father. What a huge blow he must have endured.
Cheng Ye: "So, have you ever challenged each other privately?" True Lord Yunlei couldn't stand such a frustrating life, right? He had to fight privately. Maybe he just accidentally lost in the arena?
Cheng Jiu: “Yes.” They made three appointments.
Cheng Ye was curious: "So?" What was the result?
Cheng Jiu said calmly, "What do you think?"
Cheng Ye looked at Cheng Jiu's expression, closed his mouth, and once again sympathized with Master Yun Lei.
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