Chapter 531 Abandoning Ruthlessness (1)
More than two thousand years ago.
At that time, Cang Ji was only the first disciple of Yu Gan, the leader of Lingxu Sect. As the young master of the Song family, Song Qianjiang went to Lingxu Sect to discuss something with Yu Gan.
Cang Ji represented Yu Gan to greet them and took Song Qianjiang to the main peak.
Song Xianning, who had come here with Song Qianjiang, followed behind them.
"Your sect seems to be very lively today." Seeing people coming and going and talking, Song Qianjiang couldn't help but ask.
Cang Ji smiled and replied, "These few days are the days of the personal disciple competition, so it will naturally be lively."
"Then why doesn't Fellow Daoist Cang go and compete?"
Cang Ji shook his head, "How can I beat a few senior brothers and uncles? If I go there, I will be kicked down in less than an incense stick, so I won't lose face."
Song Xianning, who was really bored and followed Song Qianjiang, asked aloud: "Can I go and take a look?"
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Song, please feel free to do as you please."
Song Xianning winked at Song Qianjiang, "Brother, you go and do your work. I'll go play first."
Song Qianjiang nodded and said, "Don't cause trouble for me."
"Don't look like you have a headache. When have I ever caused you any trouble?" Song Xianning moved closer to him. "This is someone else's territory. I still have some sense of propriety."
After saying that, Song Xianning left and followed the crowd towards the competition arena.
"Who among these uncles and brothers do you think will take first place?
"That must be Master Mo. He's only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. It's terrifying. Master Mo is only in his early twenties."
"I agree. All the other uncles and brothers combined are not enough to defeat Uncle Mo."
"Where is Uncle Mo? Why can't I see him?"
"Didn't you watch the first few games?"
"I have a mission and just rushed back to the sect."
"Master Mo always comes to the martial arts arena half an hour before the competition. He should be on Guanchen Peak now."
"Master Mo has a celestial appearance, but unfortunately he cultivates the ruthless way. People with ice spiritual roots are naturally indifferent, and he cultivates the ruthless way. When he heard that other masters wanted to pursue Master Mo, Master Mo remained unmoved and was as cold as ice."
"Other uncles? Who are they?"
The man pushed him and said, "Be careful not to be overheard by the uncles. If you talk about them in private, you will be punished."
Song Xianning, who was standing behind them with her arms folded, asked, "The Uncle Mo you're talking about, is that Mo Jinwu?"
Mo Jinwu's name as a genius is well-known, and everyone in Jiuzhou knows him.
The disciples turned around at her voice, their eyes flashing with amazement. Many cultivators were beautiful, but it was rare to find someone like her. Seeing that she wasn't wearing the Lingxu Sect's uniform, the disciples came to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is this fellow Taoist?"
"Zhongzhou Song Xianning." Song Xianning replied casually, and continued to ask the previous question: "Are you talking about Mo Jinwu just now? I heard that he is very powerful."
"So you're a fellow Taoist from the Song family in Zhongzhou." The disciple saluted her and proudly said, "Indeed, Uncle Mo is the most talented disciple our sect has ever had. The Grand Elder said his talent surpasses, if not surpasses, that of the founder."
"Uncle Mo is now a disciple of the Supreme Elder He Li. He is the only disciple of the Supreme Elder He Li, and the Supreme Elder has taught him everything he knows."
"He entered the Dao at the age of five, established his Heavenly Dao foundation at the age of ten, condensed into a top-grade Golden Core at the age of fifteen, and entered the Wuqing stage at the age of eighteen. However, in his early twenties, he was already approaching the Nascent Soul stage."
Several disciples chatted with each other, knowing Mo Jinwu's cultivation deeds like the back of their hands.
The more Song Xianning listened, the more interested she became in this genius. In the past, she had heard the elders in the Song family talk about how powerful Mo Jinwu was, but most of the rumors were false, and seeing is believing.
"Here he comes, Uncle Mo is here!" a disciple said excitedly.
Then, Song Xianning saw a man standing outside the field with his hands behind his back. His face was stern as if he was cold all year round. His black eyes reflected the snow on the mountains, and he was dressed in white, looking extremely handsome.
Apart from your triple layer of snow, who in the world can surpass you in white? This is what Song Xianning thought when she saw him.
When the elder called for the start, the snow-white figure entered the arena like a dragon. Only then did Song Xianning come back to her senses and watch Mo Jinwu's every move.
The ending was no surprise. With a frosty sword, Mo Jinwu defeated his opponent. The posture of putting away the sword was simple and capable, yet pleasing to the eye.
"Thank you." He nodded slightly, with no emotion in his eyes.
"I am convinced of my loss to Junior Brother Mo. Congratulations to Junior Brother Mo for taking the top spot."
"Yeah." Mo Jinwu responded coldly and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." Song Xianning said, flying onto the stage. "I've always heard that Daoist Mo of Lingxu Sect is extremely talented. Today, I see that he is indeed so talented. I would like to ask Daoist Mo for some advice. I wonder if Daoist Mo can give me some pointers?"
Mo Jinwu glanced at her clothes and realized she was a guest. He raised his hand and said, "Please come in."
Since she was asking for advice, Mo Jinwu was feeding her with every move, and the implication of guidance was obvious.
After throwing her off the ring, Mo Jinwu turned around and returned to Guanchen Peak without even looking at her, looking like he had completed his mission.
Song Xianning felt that... he really had personality.
After standing still, Song Xianning pulled a female disciple over and asked with a smile, "I heard that your Lingxu Sect will be recruiting new disciples in a year. When exactly will that be?"
"Early May."
"Thank you." Song Xianning asked for directions while heading to the main peak.
After reaching the main peak, Song Qianjiang was still talking to Cang Ji, while Song Xianning stood on the peak to look at the scenery of the seventy-two peaks of Lingxu Sect.
A long wind came from the distant mountains, blowing her hair and clothes. Tired of standing, she asked the small spiritual vine she raised to grow bigger and sat on it cross-legged.
After sitting for a while, he saw a snow-white figure landing on the peak from afar, and Song Xianning happened to meet his gaze.
"Nice to meet you again, Fellow Daoist Mo." She looked at him and said with a smile in her eyes.
Mo Jinwu nodded at her and walked towards the palace on the main peak, his black eyes calm.
Mo Jinwu walked over to Cangji, who stood up and said, "Uncle Mo, are you here to see my master?"
"Um."
"Master is in seclusion."
"In that case, I can give it to you." Mo Jinwu nodded to Song Qianjiang who was watching from a distance, took out a black pestle-shaped magical weapon, and sent it to Cang Ji with spiritual power, "Bury it in the middle of the seventy-two peaks."
"Okay." Cang Ji accepted it carefully.
After finishing his work, Mo Jinwu walked away from the main peak. Seeing Song Xianning looking at him, he gave her a cold glance.
After he left, Song Xianning held her chin, tapped her knees with her fingers, and muttered, "He really has a cold personality. Even his eyes are cold."
A young disciple brought a plate of fruit and a pot of tea. Song Xianning thanked them and took a fruit to eat.
After Song Qianjiang and Cang Ji finished discussing things, Song Xianning patted her clothes and said, "Let's go."
Song Qianjiang patted her head and said, "Why are you sitting still today? You would have been all over the place in the past."
"Stop ruining my reputation. This is someone else's territory. Where can I go?" Song Xianning slapped his hand away. "Brother, Lingxu Sect is recruiting new disciples next year. I want to go to Lingxu Sect to become their disciple."
"What's wrong? Is your family not doing well? Do you think the resources for martial arts are insufficient?" Song Qianjiang glanced at her.
If he thinks it's not enough... If he thinks it's not enough, when he becomes the head of the family in the future, he will kick out that fake father who has no ambition and is only seeking pleasure all day long and earn more.
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