Chapter 46: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 23
At this time, on the cloud ladder at the foot of Jianfeng, a group of monks with different expressions were rushing up the mountain. They were in a hurry, with expressions of regret and resentment on their faces.
As the leader of the righteous sect, the Sword Sect shoulders the responsibility of maintaining peace in the cultivation world, and also holds the power to punish criminals who bring disaster to the cultivation world.
Yesterday, the Sword Sect widely invited cultivators from all sects and schools in the cultivation world to come to the Sword Sect and use the Platform of Inquiry to punish Yin Tian, the criminal who colluded with the demons to murder the former Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion and hired independent cultivators to assassinate the Young Pavilion Master of Penglai Pavilion, Yin Nanqiao.
As soon as this post was released, cultivators from all sects and schools in the cultivation world were ready to go, and in less than a day they all arrived at the foot of Jianfeng.
There were more monks who came this time than in the last trial field. The several small towns under the sword peak were already overcrowded, all the major residences and inns were fully booked, and all the major merchants were making a lot of money.
In previous years, the Sword Sect had held similar trial meetings, and most of the sects would only send their elders or disciples to participate. However, now, it was rare that everyone brought their families with them. Almost all the cultivators in the sect gathered in the Sword Sect. For a while, some cultivators who were unaware of the situation were confused.
"...Are they from the Qingxin Sect? Wow, such a large group of people, is the entire sect here...?"
"...Are those the female cultivators from Yihua Palace? I've never seen so many female cultivators from Yihua Palace going out before. Now I'm really enlightened."
The white-robed monk raised his cup and drank the spiritual tea in one gulp. He smacked his lips with a feeling of satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the crowds of people jostling each other downstairs, and sighed enviously:
"There are so many cultivators coming to this trial meeting, it's almost catching up with the sect competition that happens every ten years."
"I've long heard that the previous head of Penglai Pavilion had extensive connections and was extremely popular in the cultivation world. This time, it seems his words are true!"
Several cultivators who were drinking tea nearby gave him a rather strange look upon hearing this. One cultivator in green couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xun, have you been practicing in seclusion in your cave for the past few months?"
This fellow Daoist surnamed Xun laughed a few times, looking very proud: "I am sorry to hear that everyone, I have made some progress in the past few months, and my cultivation has also improved slightly. I think it will not take many days to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Seeing that his friends had different expressions, he asked in surprise, "Did I miss something?" Otherwise, why did his friends look so strange?
His friends looked at each other in bewilderment. What had they missed? A lot!
The monk in green was speechless, and silently took out the photo stone that he had treasured for a long time from his storage bag. He bought this stone at a high price from a monk who participated in the trial field.
He placed the photo stone, which he had treasured for a long time, on the table with some reluctance. He saw that several other friends had eager expressions on their faces and were vigilantly protecting the photo stone with their hands. Then he mobilized his spiritual power, and a faint white light flashed on the photo stone. The image stored in it gradually began to emerge.
The white-robed monk was curious when he saw his friend who usually remained calm and composed being so mysterious. He looked up at the scene that was gradually becoming clearer, and his face suddenly became dull.
The image in the photo stone ended and started playing again. The white-robed monk had not yet recovered from his shock. Seeing his friend trying to put the photo stone away, he shouted anxiously, "Don't put it away!!"
The green-robed monk pretended to ignore him and looked indifferent, but he quickly picked up the photo stone on the table and put it into his storage bag.
In an instant, the girl in white clothes and with an angelic appearance above the table disappeared from their sight, like a mirage that amazed the world. After a quick glimpse, she disappeared without a trace.
After a long while, the white-robed monk regained his composure, but his eyes remained glazed over as he mumbled, "This is the appearance of Young Pavilion Master Yin. Truly stunning..."
Thinking of this trial meeting again, he asked anxiously, "So, could it be that Young Pavilion Master Yin will appear in the Sword Sect during this trial?"
There was still a look of amazement and obsession in the eyes of the green-robed monk. Even though he had seen the image in the photo stone millions of times, he was still amazed by the girl's stunning appearance every time.
He replied, "There is indeed news that Young Pavilion Master Yin will appear in the Sword Sect, so most of the cultivators in the cultivation world rushed to the Sword Sect."
Thinking that he would have the chance to witness the girl's stunning beauty with his own eyes, a burning look flashed in Qingyi's eyes.
Countless cultivators with the same ambition as the blue-robed cultivator gathered from all over the cultivation world to the Sword Sect, hoping to experience the stunning beauty who seemed to have gathered all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They hurriedly climbed the cloud ladder to catch up with the Sword Sect, hoping to occupy a good position.
Little did they know that the Young Master Yin, whom they had been thinking about, had his face covered with a veil and was slowly climbing the cloud ladder like them.
"So many monks have come. It's even more lively than the day at the trial field." Nan Qiao looked up at the monks who were continuously climbing up the ladder and sighed.
The veil on her face was as hazy as a cicada's wing. It looked simple, but it was actually a spiritual weapon that could temporarily cover her face and block the spiritual detection of monks.
Yan Ning placed one arm around Nan Qiao's back and followed her gaze to the monks who were constantly climbing up the ladder in front of them. His expression was unclear, and he only smiled faintly and said:
"Uncle Yin made many friends during his lifetime and enjoyed a high reputation. Now that the criminals who plotted his death are on trial, it's natural that people from all over the cultivation world will come here."
After hearing this, Nan Qiao was slightly stunned. A smile finally appeared on her face hidden under the veil, and she stared at the monk on the ladder with bright eyes.
It turns out that there are people in the cultivation world who miss their father as much as she does.
The smile and relief in her clear eyes were obvious. Yan Ning lowered his head and took her into his arms. The light blue and light green sleeves of her clothes were blown up by the mountain wind and entangled with each other.
The man was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a gentle temperament. The woman he embraced was graceful and elegant. Although her appearance could not be seen clearly, her pure and otherworldly temperament was particularly eye-catching. From a distance, they looked like a pair of perfectly matched lovers.
At this time, the Sword Sect's main hall
In the solemn and dignified main hall, the chairs on both sides of the main hall were already filled with the heads and elders of various sects in the cultivation world. They stared intently at the white-robed immortal sitting to the left of the chief seat.
"Rongyin Immortal Venerable, I wonder what the rules of this trial will be." A handsome cultivator whose age could not be determined could not help but speak out.
"Ordinarily, if we want to punish the criminals of the mercenary world, the victim must be present. I wonder if Pavilion Master Yin will be present during this interrogation..."
Sitting on the right side of the main hall is the current leader of the Sword Sect, Rong Yin Xiansheng's senior brother, Qi Xi Zhenren.
Zhenren Qi Xi is an old man with white beard and beard. As the head of the Sword Sect, he is in charge of all the affairs of the Sword Sect and often deals with other sects. Therefore, he has more or less some friendship with the heads and elders of the major sects in the cultivation world.
But at this moment, he said nothing, just sat upright on the first seat, his eyes staring meaningfully at the dozen or so "friends" below who had completely changed their appearance.
My goodness, these friends who used to have white hair and beards like him now look like teenagers.
When one's cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage, one reaches the level of eternal youth that mortals pursue, and one's appearance will not change with time.
However, the powerful man on this field is not only hundreds or thousands of years old, but also the leader and elder of a sect. It would not be good to have a younger man as his opponent.
In order to maintain their dignity and immortal aura, most of the monks at the level of sect leader and elder will transform themselves into an image of an old man.
Master Qi Xi pulled his beard, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. Wow, this is incredible, this is incredible.
It is just like the proverb of mortals: when an old house catches fire, it is out of control.
Recalling the stunning glimpse at the trial field, Master Qi Xi stroked his beard and carefully glanced at his junior brother, whose aura was becoming increasingly gloomy.
Ouch, he pressed his beard again with lingering fear, then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. This junior brother's face was gloomy as if he wanted to kill someone. He was old and could not stand this stimulation.
Immortal Master Rongyin is the strongest person in the Sword Sect and even in the world of cultivation. As long as he is willing, the entire Sword Sect can be completely shrouded in his spiritual consciousness.
Therefore, the moment Yan Ning and Nan Qiao stepped into the Sword Sect, Rong Yin's spiritual sense immediately sensed the figures of the two.
Yan Ning's hand around Nan Qiao moved slightly. He raised his head to glance at the towering Jianfeng main hall on the cloud ladder, and his eyes, which were as calm as clouds and breeze, darkened a little.
The two of them quickly reached the Sword Sect. By this time, the wide main road was already filled with disciples from various sects. They gathered in groups of a few or even a dozen, rushing together to the Heart-Searching Platform.
The Platform of Questioning the Heart is a forbidden area of the Sword Sect. Without the permission of the Sword Sect elders or the Sword Sect Master, even the elders' direct disciples are not allowed to enter at will.
The platform for questioning the mind is engraved with the questioning magic formula left behind by the first leader of the Sword Sect when he ascended to heaven. If any cultivator breaks in and triggers the magic formula, he will be forced to ask about the mind.
If one has a clear conscience, there will be no problem. He or she may even have the opportunity to observe the skills of the predecessors and have the chance to achieve enlightenment.
If a person with an evil heart mistakenly enters it, he will definitely lose himself when asking about his mind. The sky will be struck by lightning, and in the end his consciousness will be scattered and his cultivation will be backfired.
Today, the Sword Sect opened the Platform for Questioning Conscience. The Platform was now filled with cultivators who came to watch the execution. The criminal Yin Tian who colluded with the demon clan and his two descendants had been detained in the center of the Platform.
The Heart-Questioning Platform is located on a cliff behind Jianfeng Mountain.
The punishment of self-examination had not yet begun, and the monks present looked around. Not seeing the person they wanted to see, they all started talking at once.
"Didn't they say that Young Master Yin would appear today..."
"Alas, I rushed here from the South China Sea because I heard that Young Pavilion Master Yin would appear..."
"Who isn't? I also came all the way from Xishan, for no other reason than to catch a glimpse of Fairy Yin..."
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