Chapter 73: What a rude thing to say "Bai Zhao!" Someone called him. "...
"Bai Zhao!" someone called him.
"If you sleep any longer, your apprentice will be late for graduation again!"
...Oh, as for that kid, just postpone your graduation. He is not suitable to be a sword cultivator in the first place. It is not too late to change his sect as soon as possible.
If he hadn't been so impulsive back then, coupled with Zhang Xiangwen's extravagant words - like he would definitely offer sacrifices to his master every day in the future, and that his master would say one thing and he would not go back on it, he would never have accepted such a disciple, and it almost ruined his reputation in the education world.
Bai Zhao thought vaguely that it was all because he was too young when he accepted him as a disciple and did not see the boy's lazy nature.
Amidst the noisy background noise, the man continued shouting, "Your closed disciple is about to have no classes. No swordsmanship teacher is willing to teach her now!"
When she sent the young swordsman to Haicheng, she discovered that he had been using basic sword moves all the time. It was easy to guess why.
...I had no intention of accepting a disciple last year, but after seeing Jin Aqing's natural swordsmanship, I couldn't resist the urge to accept him.
Bai Zhao, Bai Zhao, please accept her as your disciple this time and make her your last disciple. Always remind yourself not to accept any more disciples.
He felt a vague pain on his cheek, as if someone was pinching his cheek coldly through a layer of gauze.
"Your name wasn't on the list of outstanding teachers selected at the end of the year."
——How is that possible!
Bai Zhao woke up in shock, his expression still filled with confusion as if he had been in another world. He just accepted him as a disciple. With such an outstanding disciple, how could he not make it to the end-of-year selection!
Bian Zhe sneered: "Sleep, sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep. Are you clear-headed now?"
In the distance, the roar of an ancient monster was heard, drowning out Bian Zhe's sneer.
But Bai Zhao still heard it clearly. He pursed his lips in silence... He was obviously seriously injured and unconscious, and it was really unpleasant to say that.
In Bai Zhao's terrible and abominable network of relationships, apart from the few apprentices he taught, only Bian Zhe had a good relationship with him.
Theoretically, Bian Zhe has a good relationship with many sword cultivators. After all, all sword cultivators hope to establish a good relationship with Bian Zhe, and then one day she will be kind enough to start refining swords.
However, Bai Zhao's use of the sword really touched Bian Zhe's heart. Being able to use the sword forged by the weapon refiner so skillfully, he is in a sense a rare confidant for the weapon refiner.
Otherwise, with Bai Zhao's almost zero emotional intelligence, it seems impossible for him to have a good relationship with Bian Zhe.
Bian Zhe stuffed a space bag into his hand and said, "Take the pills."
Some time ago, she suddenly became interested in alchemy. She temporarily gave up her old profession of refining equipment and started from scratch to become a master of alchemy.
Anyway, the savings are enough. If they run out of money, the worst that can happen is to go back to refining. If you don't open a shop for three years, you can make a living for three years after opening it. This is almost a true portrayal of all weapon refining masters. Depending on the individual's laziness, it can be extended to thirty or even three hundred years.
"...What's the situation outside?" Bai Zhao opened his mouth, and the smell of blood kept rising from his throat.
He opened the space bag, took out the recovery pill and ate it.
——It tastes so bad. It turns out that pills can be made so bad.
Bai Zhao frowned, and suddenly felt that it was not impossible to let the injury heal on its own.
Bian Zhe rolled his eyes. “It just has to taste disgusting, so it can teach people like you not to take injuries lightly.”
Then she answered his question: "The situation is not good. There is no way to kill all those monsters. I have heard the roar of that Qilin more than once - I am sure it was the same Qilin from beginning to end."
Death and rebirth, over and over again, the efforts of all cultivators above the Jindan stage seem to be useless, and they are trying in vain to keep these undead monsters under the natural barrier.
If one day they can no longer hold on, the monsters will crawl out of this bottomless abyss and come to the human world.
In order to kill Qilin, Bai Zhao, who was seriously injured and unconscious, closed his eyes again.
He took a deep breath, picked up his sword and was about to go out.
Bian Zhe wanted to roll his eyes again. Sword cultivators were just like that. They were so stubborn and only cared about going their own way.
"You'd better think carefully about whether you want to wait until your wounds heal before going out, or go out and get yourself killed with that hole in your body."
Bian Zhe always spoke in a harsh way, and no one would ever say to her face that she spoke too harshly, so she would never change this habit.
All weapon refining masters have their own temperaments. Bian Zhe is just a bit harsh in his words, but among the masters, he is considered to be the type that is easy to talk to.
Bai Zhao calmed down. The sound of the Qilin stepping on the ground and the roar it made in the clouds were undoubtedly shocking his soul.
...Two fellow Taoists were sacrificed for this, and the situation is like this again.
Can this group of cultivators really stop a monster that cannot be killed no matter what?
Bai Zhao didn't want to think too much. If he couldn't stop it, more people would die.
He sat back on the cushion and began to close his eyes to rest his mind while fighting with Qilin. Most of the time, the pressure came from the opponent's vast and boundless consciousness. Compared with this mythical beast that came out of mythology, the consciousness of a Mahayana swordsman was nothing.
The most serious injury is not the holes in the body, but the consciousness that needs careful rest. Unfortunately, there are no conditions for rest, so how much recovery can be done depends on fate.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Bian Zhe thought that he would not foolishly seek death again, so he said with confidence: "I saw that you looked like you were dying, so I used your sound transmission jade talisman to send a message to your disciples."
Bai Zhao opened his eyes: "What?"
The only disciples who have not reached the Nascent Soul stage are Zhang Xiangwen and Jin Aqing, who was accepted last year. The other disciples are already below the chasm.
"Just let them return to the sect quickly. If anything happens to you, at least your disciples can see how you died through the life lamp."
Although she said this, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The death of relatives and friends is also a very important lesson, especially for cultivators who mostly have weak kinship, so the master and fellow disciples are more important.
The scenes of death are also particularly conflicting.
"And it's time for them to come back." Bian Zhe had only been here for a short time and had already grasped the situation of the battle. He spoke calmly and cruelly, "There are too many casualties on the front lines in some places under the natural moat. The defense is not enough. We need more monks."
Used to fill the front line.
"The standards for those above the Jindan stage are still too high. Keep lowering them. Otherwise, if we wait any longer, there will be no one available."
If Bian Zhe were to analyze it, she would have to go to the front line even if she reached the Jindan stage.
Bai Zhao was silent for a while, unwilling to compromise: "Let's try to gather the scattered cultivators first."
Those who are currently filling the front lines are all disciples of the sects. Even if we don’t talk about the personalities of the independent cultivators, objectively speaking, they are not well-informed.
Even if we say we want to gather people, we may not be able to gather that many.
Bian Zhe said casually: "Then try it first. If you don't have enough manpower, you need to prepare in advance."
The Golden Core Stage... It is the starting point of a bright future for a talented cultivator, and the end point that a cultivator with average talent can reach through hard work in this life.
Among the many realms in the world of cultivation, the Golden Core Stage is the most common.
It should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary, otherwise the real vitality will be lost.
*
"So what's going on?" An old man held Zhang Xiangwen's hand tightly.
"How can you just leave like that?"
Jin Aqing stood on the top of the mountain, holding a sword in a daze. The warm evening breeze brought with it wisps of smoke from cooking fires and the reluctant voices of the villagers.
"Yes, yes, Brother Zhang, why are you leaving now? Didn't you just tell me a few days ago that you would help me make a kite?" The child grabbed the corner of his clothes and refused to let go.
"Who wouldn't prepare for a long journey? It's so sudden, why don't you at least let us help you pack your bags?"
A reluctant and retaining voice.
Jin Aqing heard the junior brother sigh softly.
He said, "I understand, I understand everything, but I have to leave today, without losing a moment."
The villagers' sighs also drifted in the wind.
Zhong Liu is still just a mortal at the moment, and he hasn't even decided on his future Taoist lineage, so of course he can't hear any voice.
She smelled the smell of dinner in the village and felt a little hungry.
...I will be setting off on the road with my senior brothers and sisters soon, and I don’t know when I can have a meal.
A piece of dried meat suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Zhong Liu was stunned.
Are you hallucinating because of hunger?
His sight shifted along with the dried meat, and Zhong Liu saw the little senior sister holding the dried meat with a calm expression.
To be honest, this picture is a bit inconsistent.
Junior Sister looks like a cultivator who is not tainted by the mundane world, the kind of fairy who doesn’t even have the five grains of reincarnation.
I have only ever seen that hand holding a sword, but now it is holding a piece of dried meat, and I can faintly smell a spicy aroma.
Jin Aqing asked: "Aren't you hungry?"
Zhong Liu touched his belly.
Was she really that hungry? She even thought all monks practiced fasting.
Cultivation novels misled her.
"Thank you, Junior Sister!" Zhong Liu swiftly climbed up the pole, took the dried meat and started eating it happily. The chewy texture and the spicy taste of the spices warmed his stomach.
Don’t mention it, I just saw a big scene of slaughtering rats not long ago, but now I don’t feel uncomfortable eating dried meat. I can only say that hunger conquers everything.
After a while, Zhang Xiangwen finally came up. The two sword cultivators stood on the edge of the cliff, watching Zhong Liu chewing on the dried meat.
Zhong Liu: “…”
Who could eat that? Besides, she was already half full anyway, so she simply said, "Let's go now?"
The two sword cultivators nodded in sync.
The long sword was unsheathed and cut through the sky, but this time it was not for killing.
The clouds were cut in half by the sword blade and went straight to Qingyun Sect.
*
The return journey was not easy. Crossing the Endless Sea was the biggest challenge. Jin Aqing certainly could not do it alone at that time, but with the help of his junior brother, it was no problem.
With two sword cultivators together, where can they not go except the secret realm?
He rode at full speed and rushed all the way back to Qingyun Sect. The sect had not started recruiting new members yet, so Zhong Liu temporarily entered the sect as a tourist.
Zhong Liu: "...So why are there tourists?"
How could such a large and prestigious place like yours actually accept tourists?! She was shocked.
Zhang Xiangwen helped her register her identity information and casually said, "It happens all the time. Joining a cultivation sect doesn't mean you're severing your worldly ties. Many people have friends and family in the human world, and there are also many who are curious about the sect and want to come and visit."
Zhong Liu felt a strange mood, thinking that what was written in novels about cultivation was indeed not what was supposed to be true. At least she had never seen a sect in a novel about cultivation that was described as if it were a top 2 university, and people could come and visit it.
Zhang Xiangwen filled in the information and planned to take people in to get a sound transmission jade talisman, but Jin Aqing went in another direction alone.
She said, "I'll go settle the credits first."
Zhang Xiangwen was about to nod when his own sound transmission jade talisman vibrated again. He opened it casually and took a look, his face changing.
He said apologetically, "Junior Sister Zhong, just follow the instructions and don't lose your ID. I have an emergency, so I'll go first."
Why are you suddenly saying that you want to summon cultivators who are about to have a golden elixir breakthrough at this time?
Zhang Xiangwen frowned, intuitively sensing an ominous omen in this notice.
Speaking of which, I don’t know what’s going on with my master. He hasn’t replied to my messages since then. I asked other fellow disciples, but they haven’t heard from him recently either.
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