Changming Sect was shrouded in clouds and mist. A group of people gathered at the foot of the mountain, which was usually quiet. The outer disciples tried their best to stop them from entering. Each of them had a blank expression on their face. The outer disciples had strength of about foundation building, which was more than enough to stop a group of casual cultivators.
But they were outnumbered. Mu Chongxi, who had just arrived at the sect, saw this scene and said impatiently, "I'll go blow them away."
The young man leaped quickly, drew his sword, and with one strike of the sword, all the sword practitioners present drew their swords from their waists. The flashes of swords and shadows lingered before their eyes, and the long sword hung in the air, causing a small commotion.
Mu Chongxi didn't dare to hurt anyone, especially cultivators. He pursed his lips and imitated his master and the others, with a cold face. He released his pressure silently. With the collision of spiritual energy, those with cultivation lower than the Nascent Soul stage were already unable to breathe freely.
With a few "thumps", someone couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground.
Mu Chongxi's action was just copying the behavior of the previous sect leaders in the competition.
No matter how chaotic the scene was, the clan leaders usually only needed a few plain words with heavy pressure to shock them into submission. He thought that releasing a little pressure would be enough.
Chu Ling crossed his arms and smiled for a moment: "He can't just use his coercion to hold people down like this."
The independent cultivators who have been struggling in the world of cultivation for many years are very good at judging people and deciding how to deal with them. Mu Chongxi is still not ruthless enough.
In this situation, when the sword is unsheathed, it will naturally be stained with blood.
Seeing that he was young and had no intention of taking action, a high-level cultivator walked up to him despite the pressure and tried to enter the sect, "Let us in."
"You seem to be quite relaxed in the sect. Why don't you go down the mountain and see the place that was attacked by the demon cultivators?"
Mu Chongxi's pressure was not meant to pin them to death. When he saw them stand up, he withdrew his pressure and explained, "We still have things to do. We need to arrange the affairs of the sect first so that we can have time to help you."
They are now overwhelmed with their own affairs.
His explanation obviously did not satisfy the others. Seeing this, some people rushed in directly. Zhou Xingyun raised his eyebrows and wanted to draw his sword, but was stopped by Yue Qingan. "Since he took the initiative, let Mu Chongxi solve it himself. He knows what's going on."
After all, they are his disciples. In the absence of the Sect Master, they represent the Changming Sect.
Mu Chongxi looked at the crowds of people rushing forward, like a zombie siege, and he calmed down.
The Chaoxi Sword swung forward and chopped down, clearing a large area of the crowd with the sword as the center. The ground was dragged and cut into deep cracks wherever the sword touched.
The crowd that was originally pushing forward was frightened and quickly retreated three meters away from them.
"Take another step towards Changming Sect." Chaoxi was gleaming with coldness. The boy's usually bright face was calm, and he pursed his lips, "I'll kill you."
He wields a sword day and night and enjoys killing.
Strictly speaking, it is actually a vicious sword. It is not as fond of killing as Bu Jianjun, but it is equally vicious.
When he said he would kill these people, he wasn't kidding.
The pressure from the late Nascent Soul stage, coupled with the dangerous red light from the spirit sword, really frightened them for a moment.
Seeing that no one dared to move forward, Mu Chongxi turned around and left.
Yue Qing'an and the others followed and walked towards Changming Sect. The path to the main peak was winding and it would take a long time to walk without flying swords. The cold expression on Mu Chongxi's face when he drew his sword caught the eyes of the elders who were secretly observing their gains in Penglai.
They all showed surprise, "Nascent Soul...late stage?"
This child is making rapid progress.
A few months ago, Mu Chongxi was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
A female elder of Changming Sect couldn't help but say: "Xiaoxi has made great progress this time."
"It's not easy to see Mu Chongxi, the optimist, show murderous intent." They were extremely surprised. This meant that Chang Zongming's group of disciples who were always making trouble had grown up.
When the four of them arrived at the main peak of Changming Sect, the elders were all waiting. When they saw Yue Qingan and Chu Ling, they looked cryptic, "Are these two the direct disciples of Penglai Island?"
The brother and sister nodded.
Elder Zhao laughed cheerfully, "Xiao Xi, I didn't expect you to have such courage today."
Elder Duan stood up and patted him on the head happily.
Faced with the elders' sudden enthusiasm, Mu Chongxi felt slightly embarrassed.
It was clear that he was just a little grass that no one cared about not long ago. He felt quite embarrassed when he was suddenly treated so warmly by the sect after returning.
Mingxuan and his companions arrived at the sect earlier than Mu Chongxi and his companions. They happened to see the scene of his junior brother showing off under the reflection of the image stone together with the elders. He curled his lips and whistled, "Great, Mu Chongxi."
"Where's the junior sister?"
Mu Chongxi scratched his head: "Uh, it seems she went to find someone else."
Mingxuan wisely did not ask any further questions. He felt that Ye Qiao must have done something bad again. If he continued to ask, the elders would probably find out.
"Xiao Xi." Elder Zhao told him earnestly, "You should have taken action the moment the sword was unsheathed."
"You represent the face of Changming Sect. With the Sect Master away, you are following the Sect's will. No one will dare to condemn you for this."
Mu Chongxi nodded randomly, "Then how would our master handle it?"
Qin Fanfan doesn't have any dignity as a sect leader at all, and it is hard to imagine what Qin Fanfan looks like when she is angry.
Elder Duan immediately laughed: "Don't look down on Qin Fanfan, but if you dare to disobey him on important matters, just try it."
"Hey." Chu Ling: "Is your master very fierce?"
"Yes, yes." Mingxuan shrugged slightly. He had stayed in the sect longer than his other fellow brothers. At the beginning, there were only him and the eldest brother in the sect. They knew better than anyone that Qin Fanfan had a very bad temper in his early years.
At that time, he didn't study hard, and he and his senior brother were often chased all over the mountain by their master.
Maybe he became a Buddhist after being tortured, which made Qin Fanfan look cheerful and innocent all day long. "The master has different ways of dealing with disciples who do wrong. If we dare to disobey him, he will beat us to death with one punch, but if the little sister disobeys...
Chu Ling blinked at Kazilan's big eyes curiously, "Hmm?"
He spread his hands: "Then it's disobedience."
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