Chapter 2: Heaven's Descendant But then again
There are unexpected changes in the weather.
As Qi Qing had just come up with this thought, a weak voice sounded in his mind.
[Confirming the world... Confirmation completed, ready to bind...]
Qi Qing's fingers trembled: "What is it?"
He had a bad feeling.
【Welcome to bind the Wanjie Live Broadcasting System...Number...Edit...】
"Wait!" Qi Qing said quickly: "I refuse."
I was just feeling lucky that I wasn't going down the same old path and getting killed by the plot, but then the creditor showed up.
He knows the system's routine. He can either become Long Aotian's top little brother, serving him and helping the plot get on track. Or he can become a villain, completing the mission and then going offline. Or he can become the male protagonist's life mentor, pointing out the direction for the male protagonist... Thinking of the plot he saw before crossing over, he has so much to say!
The weak voice was silent for a while, then repeated: [This system is live broadcast... zizi...]
Qi Qing asked: "What's wrong with you? There is no signal in the cultivation world?"
The system voice was dead: [No…battery…. ]
Qi Qing: “…”
Where did this little idiot come from? He doesn't even have a bar of electricity yet he dares to learn how to kidnap people.
He muttered a few words, and the system seemed to be really dead. It didn't respond, and just kept opening the live broadcast interface to block his vision.
Qi Qing was about to turn it off, but couldn't find the off button for a long time. Suddenly, a man flipped out from the cliff under his feet: "Junior brother! I asked!"
He was so frightened that his hands trembled and he was almost knocked backwards. His senior brother had already landed steadily and said, "You are a step too late. That person has already entered the trial of Qianyuan Sword Master."
“So soon?”
Qi Qing was shocked by the efficiency of the plot advancement.
He quickly recalled the plot in his mind and asked hurriedly, "Is the trial in Youjiang Forest?"
The senior brother raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you find out? Why weren't you so enthusiastic about recruiting disciples before... Never mind, Venerable Qianyuan is the Grand Elder, do you dare to snatch someone from him? Senior brother advises you to just pick one from the ones below."
Being able to stand here means that one has good talents.
"I have something to do and I'm leaving first!"
Qi Qing turned around as if his butt was on fire and ran away without waiting for the person behind him to answer.
“You kid—” The senior brother looked at his back in confusion, muttering, “Is that kid named Yue Ji really that talented? Wait! He said he would accept a disciple!”
"May we talk about it next time!"
…
Qi Qing is unable to accept any disciples because he is busy following the storyline.
He was just worried that the system would force him to follow the plot, but then again, he had no choice but to follow the plot.
Qian Yuan Sword Master has a high level of cultivation and has experienced many tribulations in the world. His trials are also extremely difficult and dangerous, like purgatory, and he needs to examine his heart and seek the way.
The newcomers who had just started practicing had never seen such a scene before. Many of them were so frightened that they collapsed at the entrance, not daring to move a step.
Only the male protagonist, at a young age, has the demeanor of a future king. He calmly breaks through the confusion in his heart and forges a bloody path out of the dense illusion.
Then, because of his stubbornness, he almost died from excessive blood loss.
"Qi Qing" appeared at this time.
He passed by Youjiang Forest and picked up the seriously injured male protagonist. After applying medicine, he personally sent him to Qianyuan Sword Master, officially starting the male protagonist's career in the sect.
If the hero dies here, will the subsequent plot still be complete?
Or, could it be that someone has taken his place and rescued the male protagonist?
Qi Qing slowed down his pace and thought deeply for a second, then suddenly remembered that he had no idea which direction You Jianglin was in.
Although the Tiandu Sect is not a famous or large sect, its area is also considerable. Moreover, today they are recruiting new members, and most of the people have gone to the front mountain. There is no one around at the moment.
Qi Qing didn't know where he had run to. He turned around in confusion and tried to find his direction in life: "Was this the way I was just now..."
As he took a step forward, a bright red light appeared.
Qi Qing quickly covered his eyes and was almost blinded by the light.
[Trial barrier? ]
A line of small words floated past.
After a few seconds, Qi Qing opened his eyes, and what he saw was a forest of dead trees filled with black fog. Human figures were vague in the fog, and he couldn't see clearly what things were. There were coffins placed far and near.
Qi Qing was standing on a coffin with the lid half open. He immediately stepped back a few steps and almost stepped on another coffin.
Such a familiar environment.
He looked around and confirmed his thoughts.
“…”
Qi Qing took a deep breath.
Good news, he found You Jianglin.
Bad news, he was blind and stepped into the trial border.
…
At this moment, I am traveling in the river and forest.
There were howling sounds of wind everywhere, and faint white shadows floating in the distance. The evil spirit was raging, surrounding the entire hillside tightly.
One wrong step and blood would splatter on the spot.
In the dilapidated temple on the top of the hillside, firelight flickered between the window panes. A group of young boys and girls sat together around a campfire. Their bodies were covered in blood, but no one spoke. The silence was filled with unspeakable heaviness and fear.
After an unknown amount of time, someone touched his shriveled stomach, looked at the demon shadow outside which had not diminished at all, and almost collapsed.
"When will those ghost things disperse?!"
Two days have passed. We have been trapped in this dilapidated temple for two whole days and no one can get out.
Is the Tiandu Sect an immortal sect or a devil's den?
"well……"
"Yeah, it's been almost three days. I'm so scared."
"Woo woo, mother..."
After all, they were just a group of children in their early teens. When one of them started crying, the others would inevitably follow suit. Sobbing sounds were heard one after another in the temple, and the atmosphere suddenly reached its lowest point.
The crying sounds disturbed people.
A man beside the campfire suddenly stood up and said impatiently, "Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry! It's bad luck!"
The child next to him was frightened for a moment and sobbed, "But, but those things outside..."
He snorted coldly: "I don't believe that Tiandu Sect really has the courage to touch me!"
His family is a wealthy family in the village, famous far and wide, not to mention that he has been surrounded by elixirs and magical treasures since childhood. This time he is learning from a master and has servants to escort him. How can other people's lives compare to his?
In the corner, a small figure looked up at him, then lowered his head and said nothing.
The rich young master walked to the door in a menacing manner, and was about to draw his sword when the oppressive force in the fog suddenly hit him.
He subconsciously took a step back, swallowed his saliva, turned around and pointed at someone casually: "You, come with me!"
The child sitting in the corner turned his head away slightly, as if he didn't hear what was said.
"What are you standing there for? It's you, get up."
The rich young master was so angry that he stepped in front of him and said, "I have been watching you for a few days. You don't eat or explore the road. Are you here to eat for free? You want me to open the road for you to take advantage of you, right?"
He kicked forward, but the tiny figure dodged it.
"You!" The rich young master was furious, feeling that he had lost all face. He raised his hand and gathered khaki spiritual power: "Who told you to hide!"
A whirlwind of spiritual energy suddenly blew up in the dilapidated temple. Others covered their eyes with their hands, and the rags on the person in the corner were rolled up, revealing his true face.
He was a child of pigtail age, with an extremely handsome face, almost fragile. The hair that fell to the sides of his cheeks was soft and messy, making his face look too white, like a ghost invaded by snow.
He was thin and let his black robe be rolled up and fall aside. He raised his eyes and stared indifferently at the person in front of him. His pupils were so dark that they didn't look like those of a living person. The young master felt a sudden chill in his heart when he saw it.
The young master was so angry that he asked, "How dare you stare at me?"
He clenched his fist, with a faint spiritual energy flowing between his fingers, and raised his hand to wave it towards the child's face.
At the critical moment, a figure suddenly fell from above.
“Boom!”
The black shadow fell heavily to the ground, right among the crowd. A big hole was smashed in the roof of the ruined temple, which was not very solid to begin with, and cold wind poured in.
"Ouch!" The person who fell down couldn't help but cry out: "My waist...hiss, is it necessary..."
He rolled on the ground, but instead of sitting up, he was covered by the black robe on the ground. He frantically pulled at it, and after a long time, a handsome and bright face of a young man was revealed.
The young man opened his slightly round eyes and when he looked up, he saw a young man in front of him with his fist raised and a look of shock on his face, and dozens of pale little faces around him.
He quickly raised his hands and said, "I'm not a bad person!"
Five minutes ago.
In order to avoid the evil shadow, Qi Qing stepped into the empty coffin and was immediately pulled in. He almost thought he fell into the void.
After falling for a long time without seeing the bottom, he was about to change his posture and try to fly, but he fell heavily to the ground.
Not only was he dizzy from the blow, he also couldn't use his spiritual power and was surrounded by people. What a miserable life.
"How did you get in?" The young master stuttered in fear: "Hasn't the trial been going on for several days? Are you a human or a ghost?!"
He couldn't feel any spiritual fluctuation from this person, but this person appeared unharmed.
"I..." Qi Qing was stuck for a moment, feeling that it was too embarrassing for him to appear like this as a future senior brother, so he quickly made up a story: "I was hiding somewhere else before, but I encountered the demon shadow, and I fell down while hiding."
As he spoke, he moved to the side, glancing dishonestly at the crowd.
Who should be the male lead? The tall one? No, in the original novel, Yue Ji is half a head shorter than the twelve-year-old senior sister.
Looking righteous by the bonfire? He looks like one, but why is he holding the hand of the little girl next to him?
Or... the one in front of me with his fist raised? He is so rich, but only this person has some spiritual power.
As he was moving, he suddenly felt he had bumped into something. Looking back, he realized that he had not noticed there was a little child here.
The child had a stern little face, with the corners of his mouth drooping, his hair tied loosely, and he was wrapped in an unreasonably loose dress. He said nothing, just stared at him as he moved towards him step by step, and did not make a sound even when he was bumped into.
"Sorry, did I step on you?" Qi Qing tried to pull him away: "I didn't see you were here."
His outstretched hand fell into nothing, and the child looked at his hand in silence, motionless.
The young master regained his position at this time and snorted coldly: "Since you can dodge the demon shadow, you must have some skills. This young master will give you a chance to explore the way."
He took Qi Qing's hand and pushed her out: "Go ahead."
The child's dark eyes turned slightly, moved to the hand where the young master was holding Qi Qing, and his lips tightened a little.
Qi Qing knew he was cannon fodder when he heard his speaking style. He struggled slightly and moved behind the young master, saying with a smile: "No, I'm timid. Will you please?"
After being humiliated twice in a row, the young master looked very unhappy and felt uneasy.
In the world of cultivation, fists speak, how dare this man not listen?
If the servants could come in, he would have had the two taken out and beaten until he was satisfied.
"Shame on you."
The young master snorted coldly, gathered some spiritual power in his hand, raised his hand and waved at the person in the corner: "I have the final say here, if you don't like it, get out!"
Seeing that the fist filled with spiritual power was about to fall on the child, Qi Qing subconsciously waved his hand to block it.
The protective spiritual energy burst out instantly, shocking the young master to take a few steps back and look at him in shock: "You, you have spiritual power?!"
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