Since the founding of Tianjianmen, the four major pavilions' disciples have received different shares, but it's not that one gets more and the other gets less, but each has its own emphasis. Spirit stones and enhanced immortal materials are mostly distributed to the Sword Refining Pavilion and the Sword Guarding Pavilion, while immortal materials with other properties and tricks are mostly distributed to the Sword Repairing Pavilion and the Medicine Pavilion. However, later on, more and more things were divided up by the two powerful pavilions, and the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion became penniless.
It's not that Yuying Zhenren didn't know about these things, but in his opinion, it was natural. As the head of the sect, he actually had no selfish motives, and he didn't favor any elder or disciple. He believed that strength was the law of nature, and the sword was the way of heaven. So although he was surprised after hearing Yi Xichen's request, he didn't object, because this was also based on strength.
"Yes." Master Yuying said, "As the fifth of the Medicine Pavilion, if you can really beat the fifth of the Sword Refining Pavilion, then as the head of the sect, I should indeed re-evaluate the distribution of the four major pavilions."
Seeing that the matter was about to be settled, Wang Qingqiao and Yi Xichen were ready to have a big fight immediately, but unexpectedly Xiao Kui jumped out again at this time.
Xiao Kui said, "Master, elders, since this is a sword fighting competition, then the level of swordsmanship should be judged. Shouldn't there be a rule that unorthodox techniques cannot be used during a sword fight?"
This hit the nail on the head for Master Yuying. He regarded the sword as the most important thing and always looked down upon other magic. He immediately nodded and said, "Of course."
Yi Xichen was really anxious now. The shortcomings in talent could not be made up by diligence alone. He dared to take on this important responsibility not because of how strong his sword was, but because he was flexible enough. In his opinion, the disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion only knew how to attack with force, and many of them became useless. When it came to the real competition, there were all kinds of methods, and he had plenty of ways. He usually challenged Lu Ziyao, and he could win two or three times out of ten. Lu Ziyao was a Sanyang body second only to the Tianlinggen, and the strongest disciple of the Sword Refining Pavilion. Yi Xichen took Lu Ziyao as a reference, thinking that it would not be too difficult for him to win the fifth place in the Sword Refining Pavilion, so he dared to take the lead. But now this rule is set, which is equivalent to strangling his hands and feet.
This is unreasonable and unfair! There are not only sword cultivators in the world. If you meet a demon outside, can you bargain with him and compete with him with swords? If other sects come to attack, will they fight to the death? Not to mention that the disciples of Medicine Pavilion have always been allowed to use all kinds of means in the sword competition. Even earlier, the disciples of Xiujian Pavilion could use sword formations to assist in the attack! The purpose of the sword competition is to let the disciples accumulate experience in actual combat and learn from each other's strengths, not to rank the rotten wood who can only use swords!
Although Xiao Kui had never fought Yi Xichen head-on, he had always paid attention to his eldest grandson Zijun, so he had also learned a lot about Yi Xichen. He knew that Yi Xichen had many tricks, and the fact that he dared to take the initiative this time showed that he was confident, so he deliberately obstructed. Seeing Yi Xichen's face change, he immediately became proud - after so many losses, he finally got back on his feet this time!
Yi Xichen was about to argue when he suddenly heard a voice beside him: "It's feasible."
He was startled and looked sideways at his eldest grandson, Jun. It was Jun who was communicating with him through telepathy.
In terms of swordsmanship, Yi Xichen might not be able to defeat any random disciple of the Sword Refining Pavilion, let alone Wang Qingqiao. He knew this. But the two words of his eldest grandson, Jun Dude, gave him more confidence.
He hesitated for a moment, and his eldest grandson Jun gave him a determined look.
Jade Immortal had already spoken, and Yi Xichen knew that even if he argued with reason, he might not be able to convince him. So he gritted his teeth and decided to take this gamble: "Okay."
Yuying Zhenren said: "The other disciples should withdraw from the sword training ground, and let these two decide the winner."
The eldest grandson, Zijun, spoke again: "Postpone it for one day."
Yi Xichen's trust in his eldest grandson Zijun had been deeply rooted in his heart, so he followed his words and said, "It is getting late today, and I still need to prepare. Please allow us to try again tomorrow."
Originally, the top 20 disciples were supposed to duel tomorrow, but now it seems that the original schedule must be postponed. Master Yuying thought about it and it was okay. It was indeed a bit rushed at the moment, so he said, "Okay. Tomorrow at noon, Yi Xichen and Wang Qingqiao will duel at Lianjianping. That's all for today, let's disperse."
A farce has temporarily ended. Some people are satisfied, some are confused and uneasy, and some are anxious and angry.
Although the disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion did not understand how Yi Xichen got the confidence to volunteer, when Xiao Kui's proposal was accepted by Yuying Zhenren, Yi Xichen's hesitation was seen by everyone. The disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion have always been conceited, and Wang Qingqiao never believed that he would not be able to beat Yi Xichen in a sword fight.
The disciples of the Shujian Pavilion watched a lively match, and they would continue to watch the lively match tomorrow. Originally, no matter who won or lost, it was just a difference of one or two places for them, so they dispersed with peace of mind.
Although the disciples of Yaoge were anxious, they had no choice but to place their hopes on Yi Xichen.
The most anxious and angry ones were the Sword Repairing Pavilion. They were forced to be tied to the Medicine Pavilion. They did not trust Yi Xichen at all, and did not agree to bet on Yi Xichen. However, the previous conversation was rushed, and there was no room for them to interrupt. Several disciples of the Sword Repairing Pavilion discussed and decided to see the result of the competition tomorrow. If Yi Xichen won, it would be great. If Yi Xichen lost, they would leave the Medicine Pavilion alone and say that the victory or defeat of the Medicine Pavilion had nothing to do with them. In short, they had to find a way to keep the five seats of the Sword Repairing Pavilion.
Yi Xichen followed his eldest grandson Zijun back to the room silently and closed the door. He immediately asked, "Do you know Wang Qingqiao's strength? Can he beat me?"
Before this, Yi Xichen had never had any interactions with Wang Qingqiao, but since he was ranked among the top five in the Sword Refining Pavilion, he must be no ordinary person. Yi Xichen couldn't help but feel doubtful when it came to dueling with him.
The eldest grandson, Zijun, said, "As for the sword fight, I'm afraid you can't do it now."
"I also think it's not possible. If he is not even as good as a fake spiritual root like me, then the elders and disciples of the Sword Refining Pavilion must be blind to nominate him." Yi Xichen scratched his hair irritably, "Then why did you let me accept it?"
"You are not a fake spiritual root." The eldest grandson Zijun said, "You are a mutant spiritual root."
"What?" Yi Xichen was stunned.
He had been a monk with a fake spiritual root for more than ten years and suffered a lot for it, but now, his eldest grandson Jun told him that he was not a fake spiritual root at all, but a mutated spiritual root? This was a deep pain in his heart. Although he knew that his eldest grandson Jun often talked nonsense now, he couldn't wait to hope that this was true.
"You...how do you know?" Yi Xichen's voice trembled slightly, "You are daydreaming again!"
The eldest grandson, Jun, shook his head slightly: "I can name a list of fifteen people."
Yi Xichen hesitated for a moment. He was also very puzzled by this. It was impossible for his eldest grandson Jun to know the details in advance, nor was it possible for him to have peeked at the list beforehand and then lie to him. This was indeed inexplicable.
The eldest grandson, Zijun, said: "I don't know what disease I have. My memory is indeed wrong, but I don't think it is ridiculous."
"Absurd!" Yi Xichen stared at him, "Your fucking behavior is not outrageous, is there anything outrageous in the world?" He paused and said awkwardly, "The outrageous part is very outrageous, but there may be some parts that are not so outrageous."
The eldest grandson, Zijun, curled his lips and said, "Maybe it was some strange demonic barrier that made me know some things I shouldn't know. For example, your talent. You originally had a mutant spiritual root that was no less than a natural spiritual root, but you were injured by the power of the heavenly fire, which sealed your tendons and veins, and then you showed a fake spiritual root that is not suitable for cultivation."
When Yi Xichen heard the word "Heavenly Fire", he subconsciously touched the red mark on his index finger.
When he was young, his parents were burned to death by the skyfire, and he was also seriously injured. It was Yao Budu who saved him and brought him back to the Tianjian Sect to practice. This was the most secret pain in his heart, and he had never told anyone except his best friend, his eldest grandson Jun. But he didn't want to recall that painful past too much, and even when talking to his eldest grandson Jun, he only gave a rough account, saying that his parents were killed by a traitor, without elaborating on the details.
Therefore, the eldest grandson Zijun should not be aware of the power of the skyfire. Yi Xichen looked at the eldest grandson Zijun with a complicated look. Could it be that he really...
"You once said that when you were cultivating, every time you reached a critical point, you knew that if you broke through this level, you would reach a vast and boundless realm, but you just couldn't break through. You called it a bottleneck." The eldest grandson Zijun said, "But if it is really a false spiritual root, the limit is just this, so how can there be a bottleneck?"
After listening to his words, Yi Xichen felt that his feet were soft, as if he was stepping on a mist. But when the mist dissipated, was it the Penglai fairyland or the bottomless abyss?
The eldest grandson, Jun, was quite sure about this. He had mastered a trick: his childhood memories were correct, so if the strange things in his mind could be combined with his childhood memories and resonate with them, then they were probably true. If they were without reason, then they were probably delusions.
He continued, "You should remember that I once looked up ancient books with you and found that the descriptions of false spiritual roots given by the ancients were different from your situation."
Yi Xichen suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room anxiously.
According to the records of the predecessors, false spiritual roots are not suitable for cultivating immortals, but are good at cultivating the body, but he has no strength in cultivating the body; false spiritual roots cannot comprehend the sword intent, but although his sword intent is weak, he has also comprehended it; false spiritual roots have four or five attributes, but he only has three. The reason why he was identified as a false spiritual root is that he is not like other spiritual roots, and his qualifications are too poor. What others can achieve in one day of cultivation, he often needs four or five days of cultivation. He is almost hoping day and night that something went wrong, but as time goes by, this hope has become a delusion. Although he still thinks about it, he has almost no hope.
However, at this moment, his eldest grandson Jun made his delusion closer to reality.
"Since you said that I was sealed by the power of heavenly fire, can this seal be broken?"
"Can."
Yi Xichen took a deep breath and trembled even more violently: "How to solve it?"
The eldest grandson, Zijun: "..."
Yi Xichen didn't see him answer, so he asked again: "How do you solve it?"
The eldest grandson Jun continued to remain silent.
"Zijun???"
"Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Of course."
"Did I really say that?"
“…”
Yi Xichen suddenly realized that his eldest grandson Jun would say something outrageous, and turned his head away in pain: "You'd better not say it."
“…”
The two of them stared at each other for a while. Yi Xichen gritted his teeth, sat firmly on the chair, and shouted angrily: "Speak!"
"I have a spiritual root, and I have the power of heaven in my body. I can help you break the seal by cultivating with you as a cauldron."
Yi Xichen rolled his eyes with an "I knew it" expression, then pointed his finger at his eldest grandson Zijun gloomily, then pointed at his own buttocks: "You. Remember. This place. You can only exit, not enter!" Then he made a beheading gesture.
The eldest grandson, Zijun: "..."
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