Chapter 233 The Ruthless Senior Brother of the Path of the Path of the Cannon Fodder (Sixteen) Mysterious...
As the third largest sect in the cultivation world, the Xuan Yang Sect still has more than twenty Golden Core cultivators, but only the Seventh Elder is close to breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Perhaps out of some unspoken expectation, the Seventh Elder's six senior brothers had prepared a considerable amount of array materials needed to assist in the Nascent Soul Tribulation.
Although they arrived in a hurry, no one was flustered. The formation seemed to have been rehearsed tens of thousands of times in their minds, and it was done smoothly without any mistakes.
The Seventh Elder had been stuck at the bottleneck for over a hundred years. His cultivation was already incredibly solid, but the reason he couldn't break through was twofold: firstly, he was still burdened by the past events, and secondly, his foundation had been damaged, leaving him with hidden injuries.
Now that his mental state has broken through the bottleneck, with his strength, passing the Nascent Soul Tribulation is naturally no problem.
The Seventh Elder sat cross-legged, his aura becoming increasingly solid, as if he had merged with heaven and earth. The dark tribulation clouds pressed down lower and lower, with silver and purple lightning flashing intermittently within them, exuding a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.
The moment the Seventh Elder opened his eyes, a lightning bolt as thick as a wrist struck down with earth-shattering force. Its overwhelming power caused Heng Mo and Shen Ting, who were standing nearby, to involuntarily retreat several meters.
The six senior brothers stood ready, and the formation emitted a light blue halo at the right time, forming a hemispherical shield that protected the Seventh Elder in the middle.
As thunderous lightning struck one after another, the array's aura continued to flash, cleverly diverting away a small portion of the violent lightning. The remaining lightning was no longer a threat to the Seventh Elder.
The heavenly lightning tempered his body, allowing him to break through his core and form a nascent soul. His previous hidden injuries were also mostly healed. The Seventh Elder looked at the lingering tribulation clouds in the sky and suddenly reached out to pull the longsword from the back of the Third Elder who was approaching.
With a single swing of the sword, a thunderous force cleaved through the sky. The cold sword light pierced through the clouds, shattering and dispersing the calamity clouds. The sky was clear and blue, and a gentle breeze swept the scattered clouds across the mountains, bringing a thin drizzle like smoke and mist.
The Third Elder stared at the sword for a long time, until the drizzle hit his face, before he came to his senses and slapped Heng Mo and Shen Ting on the head.
"What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and sit down to meditate and cultivate! This is spiritual rain after your tribulation, which will be of great benefit to you. Don't waste it!"
Heng Mo and Shen Ting obediently closed their eyes to cultivate. Lin You, who had been following Heng Mo, also gained some experience points. Although she was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, it was because her physical energy needed to accumulate experience points. However, when cultivating and breaking through in the small world, there was no need for bottlenecks at all. After this session, she actually formed her core directly.
Lin You couldn't take all the cultivation points from the small world with him, but as long as he cultivated there, he would get experience points in return.
In other worlds without spiritual energy, she used the spirit stones she had saved up to cultivate, and each one could be exchanged for points. This gave Lin You the illusion that she was picking up money while cultivating in this world, and this spiritual rain felt even more like picking up a pile of money.
The lightning tribulation still had an effect on the Seventh Elder; at least his clothes were now completely black and his hair was scorched. By the time he changed his clothes and cleaned himself up, the lightning had almost stopped.
The Seventh Elder, who had broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, looked much the same as before, but the aura of impending death on his body had dissipated, replaced by a sense of enlightenment.
The Third Elder looked at the sword he handed over, but waved his hand. This sword was originally Xiao Qi's natal sword. After it broke, it was supposed to be repaired with the North Sea Mystic Ice, and the fragments were well preserved.
After the Xuanling incident, the Beihai Xuanbing was stolen, and Xiaoqi never touched the sword again. The fragment was taken by the Third Elder, who spent nearly a hundred years searching for many materials to repair it.
Unfortunately, Xiao Qi has always kept the sword a secret all these years, and he dared not mention it again. He just carried it for him every day. Now that Xiao Qi has finally touched the sword, how could he be willing to take it back?
"Have you figured it out?" The Third Elder patted his junior brother's shoulder with emotion, his eyes filled with undisguised concern and expectation.
The Seventh Elder sheathed his sword, his fingers tracing its blade. The sword trembled, producing a deep, resonant sound like a dragon's roar or a tiger's howl, instantly bringing a familiar feeling to his heart.
"Yes, I've figured it out." He nodded with a smile, then respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute to the other elders. "I'm sorry to have troubled you all these years."
The other elders surrounded him, looking at him with excitement, their eyes filled with relief and emotion, as if they had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to begin.
Seeing that the elders had something to talk about, Heng Mo wisely laid out a bunch of snacks and drinks, then pulled Shen Ting and slipped down the mountain.
This hilltop is his master's residence. Heng Mo's courtyard is on a smaller hilltop next door. The spiritual rain after the calamity still covers a large area, and the spiritual energy on his side is also abundant, so he won't disturb the elders' family gathering here.
As the two were descending the mountain, they happened to run into Xuan Ling, who had been standing at the foot of the mountain for an unknown amount of time.
This time, Xuan Ling didn't get a chance to lecture the two. He glanced at them indifferently, then turned and left, disappearing without a trace in a few breaths.
After confirming that the person had really gone far away, Shen Ting sneakily leaned close to Heng Mo and whispered, "He's acting like this because he's upset that Junior Uncle has recovered and broken through again. You don't know, the reason why Junior Uncle hasn't been able to break through for so many years is because of our Supreme Elder."
Heng Mo immediately glared at him, "Watch your words! You dare to spout nonsense everywhere!"
He quickly pulled Shen Ting to his own courtyard, where there was a formation specially set up by his master. Even if Xuan Ling's divine sense swept over, it would not go unnoticed.
Shen Ting shrank his neck, then poured out all the information he had found out, "...Junior Uncle was bullied terribly by him back then. Anyway, that Xuan Ling is no good. You must be careful."
Seeing that Heng Mo was still frowning, Shen Ting immediately assured him, "I specifically inquired about all of this, and some of it I even managed to get from my master when he was drunk. It's absolutely true!"
Heng Mo glared at him, both amused and annoyed, while feeling a pang of sympathy for his master who had suffered so much injustice over the years.
On the other hand, they also felt sorry for their third senior uncle, who had such a gossipy disciple. They felt that their third senior uncle probably wouldn't have any secrets left in the future.
"I also found out that day that our Second Martial Uncle is the most resourceful. My master even muttered that Second Martial Uncle was away on training at that time and was not at home, otherwise Xuan Ling would not have succeeded so easily."
When Shen Ting mentioned gossip, his eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "I also heard Master say that Fifth Uncle and Sixth Uncle used to often go to the foot of Xuanling Mountain to throw stinky fruits!"
The Stinky Fruit had already taken root and sprouted at the foot of his mountain. Xuan Ling had no choice but to set up a special formation at the foot of the mountain to prevent the Stinky Fruit from spreading. And from then on, he could only fly out of the mountain; he couldn't walk on flat ground anymore.
Stinky Fruit is a common spiritual plant in the cultivation world with a very peculiar and pungent smell. When its fruit is unripe, it emits a very peculiar and pungent odor.
The stench will stick to you with the slightest touch, and it will take ten days to half a month to get rid of no matter how much you wash it, and there is no way to remove it.
What's even more interesting is that once the stinky fruit falls to the ground, it quickly takes root and sprouts. The roots and stems grow very deep and are difficult to clean up. It is also particularly tenacious, with even a small section of the root and stem able to grow into a plant.
"To eradicate it completely, you'd have to use spiritual fire to burn it to ashes." At this point, Shen Ting couldn't help but blink, saying:
"But Xuan Ling has an ice spirit root. Every time he asks someone to clean it up, his two senior uncles will throw some stinky fruit in again soon after."
Because they failed to protect the North Sea Mystic Ice, the elders swindled Xuan Ling out of a lot of materials and spirit stones as compensation for their junior uncle. Among these were many materials for setting up formations. By the time Xuan Ling had gathered all the materials, the Stinky Fruit had almost surrounded his mountain..."
Heng Mo was stunned, yet he felt both amused and heartbroken. Back then, the group of senior brothers who couldn't protect their junior brother could only resort to the most clumsy way to vent their anger for him.
He wasn't very familiar with his other senior uncles. His master rarely went out, only his third senior uncle liked to visit the mountain, and his sect leader senior uncle would come once in a while. Although the other elders would occasionally send some medicinal herbs or minerals, they never actually came to visit.
As a junior, he couldn't easily visit other mountains when he didn't have anything to do. Sometimes, if he made too many snacks, he would just ask his third senior uncle to deliver them.
In Heng Mo's mind, the images of his senior uncles became much more vivid, and he couldn't help but ask, "Where's my fourth senior uncle? I've never heard you mention him before?"
Upon hearing his question, Shen Ting couldn't help but reveal a rather strange expression: "Fourth Uncle also helped Junior Uncle vent his anger. He wrote many special picture books, which are still widely circulated in the human world."
For example, in the most popular picture book in Qing Kingdom, the infamous, treacherous, and utterly shameless villain is named Xuan Ling.
For example, in the most popular novels in Fengguo, the despicable, lewd, and monstrous thief is named Xuan Ling.
In the most popular dramas of Yun Kingdom, the two-faced, hypocritical, despicable traitor is also called Xuan Ling.
The Fourth Elder is a very good writer. His illustrated books are captivating, and his works can be found in the top five countries. He even spends money to hire people to promote him and buy traffic.
However, Xuan Ling was arrogant and never paid attention to the affairs of ordinary people. These works have been circulating in the world for decades.
As Shen Ting spoke, he gestured and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If you want to read them, I'll have someone send you a few. My fourth senior uncle was a top scholar before he started cultivating, and he wrote some really good stories!"
Heng Mo was dumbfounded. This method seemed ordinary and harmless. Even if Xuan Ling knew about it, he couldn't cause trouble because he was in the wrong and wanted to save face.
But it's really disgusting, especially some of the things that Xuan Ling did, and some people in the cultivation world know that he did them. So people will wonder if the rest of the things were also done by Xuan Ling.
The rumors spread silently, leaving no way to clarify them. Xuan Ling couldn't even openly interfere, otherwise it would seem like he was guilty of something he did wrong.
However, if no intervention is taken, as the influence of the illustrated book spreads, almost all new disciples in the cultivation world will know about Xuan Ling's rumors.
Lin You couldn't help but admire this method. Such things also happened in her original world. For example, Yin Zhiping was actually a very famous leader of the Quanzhen Sect in history, but he was misled by the novel into being a despicable villain.
Then there's the infamous Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang. Pan Jinlian was a well-known virtuous wife and loving mother in history, a lady from a respectable family, and her husband was a scholar who passed the imperial examination. However, her reputation was ruined for hundreds of years because of a novel.
The thought of such a thing is disgusting, but if it happened to Xuan Ling, it would be truly gratifying.
Lin You ate some melon with great interest for a while, then went to pick up money again—no, to cultivate. She also encouraged Heng Mo to lead Chen Ting to continue cultivating.
So that if Shen Ting were to reveal some scandal while she was cultivating, she wouldn't be left with only secondhand information.
The two disciples at the foot of the mountain were discussing the elders' great achievements, while the people on the mountain were discussing the youngest disciple.
The sect leader spoke first, "Xuan Ling had his eye on Heng Mo a while ago and insisted on taking him as his disciple. After being rejected, he started to set his sights on Chen Ting. Although I managed to fool him, it's hard to say what will happen in the future."
The Second Elder, on the other hand, calmly sipped his tea, but his eyes held a hint of coldness. "That's because he's too idle. Give him more things to do, and he'll naturally have no time to covet other people's things."
"Should we assign him a task, just like our eldest brother arranged before?" The Fourth Elder skillfully took out his favorite snacks and even stuffed a bag of potato chips into the Second Elder's hand, who had just come out of seclusion.
The Fourth Elder asked while eating, "This kind of thing is fine once in a while, but it's probably not appropriate to do it every time."
The second elder examined the potato chips in his hand and casually replied, "We can't keep ordering him around all the time. With his personality, he'll easily quit if we do it too often."
Just letting him know from time to time which secret realm is rumored to have top-grade spiritual plants, which dense forest has top-grade mineral deposits, or which sea area has top-grade materials, is enough.
The Xuan Yang Sect only needs him as a symbol now; otherwise, why would they keep this thing around to disgust people?
The Second Elder looked at the Fourth Elder and took out a map to fabricate various legends to deceive Xuan Ling. The Sect Leader tried to persuade him a couple of times, but when he realized he couldn't persuade him, he stopped interfering.
Anyway, Xuan Ling will be competing in a year, so we can't just kill him now. Let them do whatever they want.
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Author's Note: [Owl emoji]
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