Luo Jianqing nodded in shame. Before he could speak, the Third Elder continued, "Strangely enough, another second-grade spiritual medicine in the spiritual medicine garden actually successfully advanced this morning to become a third-grade spiritual medicine. Fellow Daoist Luo, Mount Taihua has been around for tens of millions of years and has a rich history and rich experience. Do you know what exactly is going on?"
Luo Jianqing shook his head gently: "I don't know either."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Luo Jianqing waved his sleeves to operate the spaceship and officially left the Yitian Mountains.
On the spaceship, Junior Brother Nineteen quietly approached Luo Jianqing's door, knocked, and entered. After all, he was returning to the sect. Previously, he had been free to behave outside, but now, Junior Brother Nineteen respectfully bowed to Luo Jianqing and said, "Big Brother, I'm returning to Taihua Mountain tomorrow. I wonder if Li Xiuchen..."
Luo Jianqing was looking down at a green fairy grass at the moment. Hearing this, he said calmly, "Junior Brother Li's injuries are very serious. You said before that at least an elder in the Tribulation Crossing Stage would be needed to help him recover."
Hearing this, Junior Brother Nineteen frowned in confusion.
Luo Jianqing said calmly, "The elders are the backbone of the sect. Restoring him would harm their cultivation. Tell the sect leader what I said. As for how he handles it, that has nothing to do with us." After a pause, Luo Jianqing turned to look at his nineteenth junior brother and said with a smile, "Junior brother Li is seriously injured and unable to practice. If that's the case, then his inner disciples' resources would be wasted. For his recuperation, let him move to the outer mountains of Haoming Peak until he recovers. I think when you return, ask the following four junior brothers; they should know what to do."
The nineteenth junior brother was stunned for a moment, then finally smiled and said, "Yes! Senior Brother, I know what to do."
Looking at the receding figure of Junior Brother Nineteen, the smile on Luo Jianqing's face gradually disappeared.
He could naturally guess what Junior Nineteen was thinking. He would be satisfied if he could just drive this arrogant and unworthy boy out of the inner mountains of Haoming Peak. But for Luo Jianqing, he hoped Li Xiuchen would die!
The scene before his death in his previous life was still vivid in his mind. Luo Jianqing dared not forget it, but now that he had slightly separated from the Heavenly Dao, he naturally noticed it. If the Heavenly Dao sent down three thousand consciousnesses, then at least two thousand of them were concentrated on Li Xiuchen!
He couldn't kill Li Xiuchen.
At least now, Li Xiuchen can’t be killed.
Moreover, Li Xiuchen had great opportunities and great luck, but how could a useless person make use of opportunities? It was nothing more than...
It is to make wedding clothes for others.
Luo Jianqing smiled lightly and raised the corners of his lips.
A day later, the group returned to Taihua Mountain in a mighty procession.
These disciples who had just experienced the training felt that they had been reborn, and proudly told their fellow disciples who had not been to the ruins about what happened in the ruins. Luo Jianqing went to Cangshuang Peak and handed a jade token to the elder, which recorded the general process of the training in the ruins.
After the elder in charge of the matter confirmed it, Luo Jianqing bowed and flew back to Yuxiao Peak.
Just as he settled down, a cold and indifferent voice rang out from behind him: "You have disobeyed your master's orders and left the mountain without permission. Jianqing, when did you become so disrespectful and presumptuous?"
Luo Jianqing trembled and turned around stiffly.
In front of the green bamboo and green mountains, a venerable man in a white robe looked at him coldly with his eyes lowered.
Gazing at the other's ruthless and indifferent eyes, Luo Jianqing's heart gradually turned cold, and he felt a tightness in his throat. He lowered his head and said stubbornly, "Master, I have always practiced diligently and never slacked off. Training new members has always been a major event in the sect, and it is only natural for me, the eldest brother, to lead them."
"You still dare to quibble!" As he spoke, a powerful aura was instantly released, oppressing Luo Jianqing so much that he couldn't raise his head.
Hearing this cold voice, Luo Jianqing felt a pain in his heart and gritted his teeth, "Jianqing doesn't know where he went wrong!"
After a long moment, Xuan Lingzi said calmly, "Since that's the case, let me test your cultivation results. If you can survive ten moves, this matter will be over. Otherwise, I will punish you with a year of seclusion at Yuxiao Peak, and you are not allowed to leave the mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vast sword energy shot straight towards Luo Jianqing. Luo Jianqing subconsciously flew back, but the sword energy still pierced a strand of his hair. A green light flashed between his eyebrows, and the Frost Floating Sword appeared in his hand.
Xuan Lingzi was using bamboo as a sword at this moment, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Master will suppress his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core."
Luo Jianqing gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"
Two figures, one white and one blue, soared through the bamboo forest. The Frost Floating Sword unleashed bursts of lightning snakes, but was blocked by an ordinary bamboo sword. The bamboo sword had no special features, but was wielded by the most powerful cultivator in the world. It rose from the ground, unleashing a torrent of sword power that overwhelmed the Frost Floating Sword, leaving it powerless to resist.
Luo Jianqing frantically fended off Xuan Lingzi's attacks. This time, Xuan Lingzi seemed genuinely enraged, each strike aimed squarely at Luo Jianqing's vital points. Although his cultivation had been reduced to the early stages of the Golden Core, his realm had already far surpassed Luo Jianqing's. A mere hint of his sword intent was enough to crush Luo Jianqing.
Another golden sword light flashed across, Luo Jianqing quickly dodged it, but a bloody wound was still left on his face.
Xuan Lingzi remained unmoved, his sword moves becoming more powerful each time. By the ninth move, he pointed his sword at Luo Jianqing's chest. Luo Jianqing raised his Frost Floating Sword to block, then stepped aside.
The bamboo sword cut through Luo Jianqing's sleeve, revealing a piece of snow-white skin with a bright pink mark on it, as if a red flower was blooming, and it was extremely gorgeous against the fair skin.
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