Chapter 1 Death on the mountaintops, shrouded in mist and clouds, towering and ancient...
On the top of the mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, in front of the majestic and ancient sect gate, two young disciples were sweeping fallen leaves.
A disciple, holding a broom with one hand, could not help but complain: "What bad luck! It rained heavily last night, bringing down so many branches and leaves."
He rubbed the fallen leaves stuck to the ground in annoyance. "It's hard to sweep these things after they get wet with rain, and Master won't let me use magic. Really? If he can do it, let him do it!"
Another disciple shook his head helplessly and said, "I heard that the Sect Master went to Fu Guangjun to spar again. What do you think the result will be this time?"
The disciple replied nonchalantly, "What result can there be? It's just repeated failures and repeated fighting."
“It’s a good summary.”
"puff……"
Both of them couldn't help laughing.
"Let's put it another way, our Sect Master's spirit of never giving up is truly..."
The conversation stopped abruptly here, and the two disciples hurriedly lowered their heads and stood respectfully.
The leader of Guanhe Sword Sect, Lord Youyang, dressed in red, flashed into the sect and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After waiting for a while, they breathed a sigh of relief:
"Did you see the Sect Master coming?"
"The Sect Master's pressure was so great that I couldn't even breathe, let alone look up. Besides, he flashed past us like a ghost, and even if I looked up, I couldn't see him clearly."
"I stole a peek and saw blood on the Sect Master's chest. He must have lost again."
…
After returning to the room, Lord Youyang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Without time to wipe the blood, he sat cross-legged to heal his wounds.
"Uncle Master, something bad has happened!"
A disciple rushed in and when he saw the gloomy face of Lord Youyang, he stood aside in silence, his hands tightly clutching his sleeves, staring at Lord Youyang in panic.
After suppressing his turbulent spiritual energy, Lord Youyang asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
The disciple hurriedly said, "The seal of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave suddenly cracked, and Junior Brother Liu Jing rushed over last night..."
Just as he said this, a figure in red flashed before his eyes, and the Lord of Youyang disappeared without a trace.
…
The sky above the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons was covered with dark clouds. Nan Liujing and his disciples struggled to hold on but could not stop the cracks in the seal from expanding. Seeing the seal gradually breaking apart, Nan Liujing gritted his teeth and used his spiritual energy again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Junior Brother Liu Jing!"
"I'm fine." Nan Liujing raised his hand weakly and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
At this time, a stream of red light broke through the black fog, and the evil spirit dissipated like a tide wherever it passed.
"Master!" Nan Liujing stumbled to salute, but was held back by a gentle spiritual force. The Dark Sun Divine Lord's sword finger slashed across his brow, his natal immortal sword hovering above the crack in the seal. A crimson light, like a web, enveloped the impending collapse of the seal. The pressure on everyone instantly vanished, and they retreated weakly to the side.
A quarter of an hour later, the cracks were repaired, and Lord Youyang breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the injuries from yesterday's battle were no longer suppressable. He felt a salty taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Nan Liujing was shocked and hurried forward: "Master, how are you?"
The Dark Sun Lord once again channeled his spiritual energy into the cracks: "Master..."
Before he could finish his words, he was hit hard on the back unexpectedly. Lord Youyang fell down seriously injured and looked at Nan Liujing in disbelief, the disciple whom he had held in his hands since childhood and was proud of.
Nan Liujing gracefully lowered his palm and curled his lips slightly. "The Guanhe Sword Sect has long possessed the power to unify the world of cultivation, but due to your cowardice, Master, it has been relegated to inferiority to other sects. Don't worry, once I refine this sealed demonic energy, I will lead the sect to unify the world of cultivation. I will make you the master of all sects."
Youyang Divine Lord struggled to stand up. Even though he knew the answer, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you sacrifice thousands of souls to forcibly break the seal?"
"Yes, for the sake of unifying the world of cultivation and the grand ambitions of the Guanhe Sword Sect, the death of a few disciples is nothing..."
Bang!
Lord Youyang slapped Nan Liujing hard in the face, but he looked even more embarrassed because he had lost his strength.
Nan Liujing was stunned for a moment, then smiled instead of getting angry: "Disciple had long guessed that you would definitely object, so I set up a trap to seriously injure you. Master, just watch, I will bring the entire cultivation world before you, and I will have no complaints if you punish me or punish me."
He turned and walked towards the seal. His fingertips moved swiftly, and the crack that was about to be repaired slowly widened, and a powerful demonic aura continuously surged out. Seeing the seal about to break, Nan Liujing's dark eyes flashed crimson: "Supreme Lord of Heaven and Earth, who else but me!"
Looking at the arrogant and willful Nan Liujing, the eyes of Lord Youyang gradually darkened. His master once said that his personality was not suitable for taking in disciples, but he didn't believe it and insisted on taking one in and teaching him carefully. But what kind of person did he end up teaching?
But what could he do? No matter what it was, he couldn't really become a sinner of the Kyushu Continent and watch him end up being devoured by all the demons and his soul shattered! Thinking of this, a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his lips. As expected, people can't do things they are not good at.
Following a muffled cough, a mouthful of blood gushed out again. Youyang Divine Lord weakly wiped the blood from his lips, struggled to stand up straight, and sighed weakly and helplessly: "Nan Liujing, our relationship as master and disciple is over."
…
Just when the seal was about to completely break, a powerful spiritual energy suddenly poured in, pulling out all the sacrificial souls, and at the same time the entrance was completely sealed.
Nan Liujing was stunned for a moment before he understood what had happened! His eyes were red with resentment and resentment. He was just one step away from success!
He turned and walked towards the dying Youyang Divine Lord, his sinister eyes filled with a chilling coldness. He raised his hand and grabbed the man's throat: "Why?! Master, why would you rather sacrifice your soul and die than fulfill your disciple's wish?!"
However, the only answer he got was the slowly falling arm of Lord Youyang and his gradually fading voice.
"Li Youyang, I hate you."
Nan Liujing finally spoke calmly, then released the corpse of Youyang Divine Lord. He glanced coldly at all the disciples and said, "Inform the disciples of the sect, Youyang Divine Lord died in order to seal the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. From now on, the entire sect will observe mourning to commemorate his heroic soul."
Everyone bowed their heads.
There was a hint of regret in the eyes of the dark shadow. It was a pity that such a long plan was wasted, but being able to get rid of the God of Youyang was a consolation.
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A hundred years later, at the foot of Yunshan Mountain, two villagers sat in the fields, smoking their pipes and chatting as they watched the crowds of people heading up the mountain in the distance:
“There are already more than ten waves, right?”
"It's the sixteenth wave. I heard that the immortal sect on the top of the mountain is recruiting disciples. It's really lively."
Lin Hai, who had hurried to the top of the mountain, breathed a sigh of relief. "Luckily, I made it! Lin Chu, you better give me a serious test later, or I'll beat your ass when I get back."
Lin Chu curled his lips indifferently. Who would care about such a small and broken sect?
Lin Hai looked at Lin Chu's nonchalant look and kicked him. Lin Chu had expected this and jumped back to avoid it, but his hair stood on end for some reason.
Then he saw a young man about his age staring at him coldly.
Lin Hai hurriedly pulled Lin Chu back and bowed respectfully to the man beside the young man: "Master Bei, I apologize for my rudeness. Please forgive me."
Seeing that Lin Chu was still standing there in a daze, he kicked him immediately. Lin Chu hurriedly bowed to apologize.
Beitang Feng nodded slightly and led the Bei family forward.
Lin Hai couldn't help but wonder why the Bei family would send their youngest to Yunshan Sect to become a disciple. Although Yunshan Sect was ranked in the top 30, everyone knew that this position was mainly due to the huge investment of the sect's incompetent elder, Cheng Yanjun. If the sect's strength was truly judged, it would probably be difficult for it to even make it into the top 100.
As for the Five Wei of Yunshan, while they were renowned, three of them were bought into the sect by Cheng Yanjun at great expense to maintain its reputation. Despite their high cultivation levels, they did not accept any disciples. As for the other two, one was the sect leader, Bi Yanjun Luo Yinzhu, who was at the Fusion Stage, and the other was the useless elder Cheng Yanjun, who had money but couldn't even reach the Foundation Establishment stage. The immortal sects and aristocratic families who came to become disciples were all attracted by Luo Yinzhu.
As the third-ranked immortal family, the Bei family could easily find a retainer who would be better than Luo Yinzhu. It's really strange that they would go to the Yunshan Sect instead of the nearby one.
While he was still wondering, Lin Chu had already run a long way off. Lin Hai quickly chased after him and pulled him back by the ear: "If you dare to run around again, I'll break your legs and send you to train under Master Chengyan."
When Lin Chu heard that he was sent to be a disciple of Cheng Yanjun, he instantly became much more obedient.
Cheng Yanjun was widely acknowledged by the immortals as a good-for-nothing. For the past hundred years, he had only symbolically attended such grand ceremonies. This time was no different, as he sat bored on the high platform, drowsy.
"Look, Chengyan Jun is about to fall asleep again. Fortunately, he doesn't accept disciples. If you became his disciple, you will never get ahead."
"It's still good that you don't have a chance to make a name for yourself. I heard that Lord Chengyan once accepted a disciple in his early years. He was attracted by the disciple's appearance, but the disciple refused to obey him. So he humiliated and tortured the disciple in every way. In the end, he even falsely accused the disciple of stealing elixirs and expelled him from the sect."
"Not only that, I heard that Cheng Yanjun was jealous of that disciple's talent and ordered his people to pull out his spiritual roots. When the disciple was thrown out of the sect, he was already dead. And this Cheng Yanjun even went to his family to demand spiritual medicine as compensation."
"Bah! What a piece of shit!"
As the people below were discussing, Luo Yinzhu suddenly raised her voice in astonishment: "Did I hear it wrong? You want to become a disciple of Lord Chengyan?!"
Everyone looked over:
"That's the head of the Bei family, the third-ranked immortal family in the world, right? How could the Bei family also have a child with such mediocre talent that they have to be sent to the Yunshan Sect? It's really strange."
"What's even more bizarre is that this person actually wants to become a disciple of Lord Chengyan! Isn't this just courting death?"
Beitang Feng frowned and shouted, "Li Yuan, is this the place where you can act so willfully?! I've already explained to you how powerful I am. This trip is to take you to the sect master. You were so dissatisfied with me that the immortal master I invited for you was driven away by you. I had no choice but to take you to the immortal sect. I thought that the immortal sect was different from home and would help you behave yourself. But I didn't expect you to treat the immortal path as a joke! This time, no matter what, I will not let you do whatever you want."
After he finished speaking, he turned to Luo Yinzhu and said gently, "Sect Master Luo, please don't mind this child's mischievous behavior. I brought him here in the hope that he would become your disciple. What do you think?"
Luo Yinzhu was about to nod when Bei Liyuan said coldly, "Master, I have decided that I must become a disciple of Lord Chengyan, otherwise I will never enter the immortal sect."
Everyone was shocked!
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