The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.
All the disciples and elders of Zhenwu Holy Land are Lao Zhang's fanatical followers.
It was up to Lao Zhang to make the Zhenwu Holy Land join his small world.
Chen Huaian and Zhang Yibai discussed it secretly and came up with a plan.
“To be honest, fellow elders, I have found Master Zhang’s sword spirit!” He showed the Black Scale in front of the elders. Upon hearing this, the elders immediately gathered around him, staring at the Black Scale sword eagerly. This scene is very similar to the scene when a group of elementary school kids who had just finished school gathered in front of a toy store to watch a spinning top duel.
"Master, are you really good at swordsmanship?"
"Grandmaster, I know you are not dead! Heaven has eyes!"
A group of gray-haired old men surrounded the Black Scale Sword and cried bitterly.
Chen Huaian felt that the atmosphere was almost right, so he secretly signaled Zhang Yibai to come out of the sword.
Zhang Yibai came out.
But I came out lying down.
His residual soul lay quietly beside the Black Scale Sword, his face pale, like a corpse.
"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"
“Ancestor——!”
This group of old men began to howl like ghosts and wolves.
Li Ziping had a complicated look in his eyes, wanting to say something but not daring to say it.
He knew that this was a play performed by his master, the ancestor of Jiange, to trick the Zhenwu Holy Land into Jiange.
But he had already been impressed by the powerful strength and talent of the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.
In addition, their master took the lead in joining Jiange. How hopeless and powerless is this?
Forget it, he doesn't care anymore.
Whatever you want, do as you please!
He turned his eyes to the side, blocking out the sound from the right, out of sight, out of mind.
"The current situation of your master is not good, just as the appearance of this sword of mine shows. He is now unable to cultivate with the sword. He may wake up in the future, but he may also disappear." Chen Huaian said in a heavy tone.
The faces of the elders changed drastically when they heard this.
Seeing that my master has returned, how can I watch him disappear like this?
Immediately, an elder knelt down in front of Chen Huaian and kowtowed, saying sincerely: "Senior, our master and the Zhenwu Holy Land are extremely important. Please leave this sword in the Zhenwu Holy Land, and we will do our best to maintain the remaining soul of our master!
The Zhenwu Holy Land has all kinds of natural treasures that can be used to maintain this sword, and there is also a special sword-raising pool!
To express my gratitude, you may freely use the treasures in the Holy Land Treasury, and you may take them all..."
Chen Huaian interrupted him and sighed.
"I understand your feelings, but I cannot agree to your request."
"Why?" The elder asked in astonishment, "Senior, do you think we are not sincere enough?"
"No." Chen Huaian put the Black Scale Sword back into his Dantian and put it out again, saying calmly: "As you can see, this sword is my life-long magic weapon. I can't just destroy my life-long magic weapon and abandon your holy land?"
The elders were dumbfounded when they heard this.
This unremarkable black-scale sword is actually the natal magic weapon of the Sword Pavilion ancestor?
"Ah this...this...ah!" The elder slapped his thigh, his face full of worry.
After all, he is at the eighth level of the Void Realm. His natal magic weapon has been with him for so many years that it has long become an inseparable part of him.
Not to mention that they don't have the nerve to make such a demanding request.
Just based on the strength of this Sword Pavilion ancestor, they dare not mention it.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
The elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land looked at each other and scratched their heads.
But I just can't think of a solution that satisfies both parties.
Chen Huaian felt that the time was almost right, and pretended to be thinking hard. After a long while, he hesitated and said, "The Black Scale Sword cannot be given to me, and you usually want to maintain this sword. In this case, I have a way to compromise."
Several elders seemed to have found a life-saving straw and hurriedly said, "Please explain it clearly, senior!"
"I have a small world, which contains my sword pavilion, as well as my allies Lingxi Valley and Danzong. The small world is rich in spiritual energy and has a vast territory. If Zhenwu Holy Land is willing to settle there, it will not affect my use of the sword, and you can also maintain the sword as usual while I rest."
Chen Huaian thought that these elders would hesitate and think for a long time.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the elder immediately expressed his opinion: "Senior, this method is very good! We are stupid and have been thinking for a long time but still can't think of this plan! If you can save the ancestor, let alone let Zhenwu Holy Land move in, even if the entire Zhenwu Holy Land is sold, what will happen?"
Zhang Yibai, who was lying dead next to the Black Scale Sword, was deeply moved when he heard this. His nose felt sore and he almost collapsed.
It can be said that they are worthy of being his carefully selected disciples, and none of them were taught in vain.
"That's great!" Chen Huaian did not hesitate.
To avoid any further complications, summon the small world immediately.
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In the small world.
The mountain range where the Zhenwu Holy Land is located is located behind the Jiange.
The entire holy land is extremely large in size, and Chen Huaian was shocked when it was pulled out of the subspace.
The mountain gate of the Zhenwu Holy Land alone is as big as the main peak of Jiange.
The mountains of all sizes in the entire Zhenwu Holy Land, as well as various facilities such as sword tombs, large formations, and sword-raising pools, together are a hundred times the size of the Sword Pavilion.
Little did they know that the elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land who had settled in the small world were also shocked.
"I thought it would be a desolate world, but I never thought there would be such abundant spiritual energy..."
Li Ziping looked around.
It is a lush little world in a state of development, full of vitality and everything growing.
The rich spiritual energy turned into spiritual mist in the mountains, and its concentration was actually the same as that in most areas of the Zhenwu Holy Land.
Originally, he was worried that once he entered the small world of the Sword Pavilion ancestor, most of the spiritual herbs in the back mountain would die due to the depletion of spiritual energy.
Now this worry has been completely dispelled.
“No wonder the Sword Pavilion Patriarch is so powerful.” Li Ziping laughed bitterly. They were both in the eighth realm of Dongxu, but the difference between Fenkong Shang’s small world and the Sword Pavilion Patriarch was like that of a child cultivator. It was normal for him to be killed by the Sword Pavilion ancestor with one sword.
[Hey, isn’t this Old Li?] 】
A familiar spiritual consciousness swept over.
His tone was faintly filled with shock: "Damn it, I was wondering why there was such a big commotion. Did the senior move the entire Zhenwu Holy Land in here?!"
"You are... Lao Zhang?" Li Ziping instantly recognized Zhang Mengchu's voice and said in surprise, "Lao Zhang, you are not dead!?"
【놖Why the hell did he die? You won't die even if you fucking die! 】
[Come to the back mountain of Jiange and have a drink!] 】
"Kuo... Luo? What is that thing..."
Li Ziping looked confused.
He suddenly felt that Zhang Mengchu had become a little strange after he went out.
[That is a specialty of the Jiange Patriarch’s small world. You’ll know when you try it~ Hiccup——! ! ! 】
"What kind of fine wine have I not drunk in my life?" Li Ziping said with disdain in his heart, flying towards the mountain behind Jiange on his sword.
He admitted that the small world of the Sword Pavilion ancestor was very powerful.
But as for the spirit wine,
He did not think that Jiange could compare with the Zhenwu Holy Land, which had a Taoist tradition of thousands of years.
Little did they know.
This was the beginning of his downfall.
Following them are Cod Bi, Fenda, Qi Xi and Wangzai Niubinai.
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The other side.
Chen Huaian's consciousness has returned to his body.
His body was still in the bathroom, naked.
I don't know when I put on a VR helmet.
The bathroom light in Shelter 0, which had been on all the time, was turned off, leaving Monday completely dark.
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