"I heard that you used the Seven Deadly Swords to drive away the people from the Holy Gate Sect and Leihuo today?" Ni Baichuan asked with confusion in his eyes.
Based on Chen Yang's current level of cultivation, he might not be able to resist the leaders of the two sects.
"The Seven Absolute Sword has been repaired in the spiritual spring and its spiritual power has increased dramatically. It is still recovering its Dao rhythm. It has multiplied with my former Qi meridians, and now I am almost unable to control it." Chen Yang explained, with a helpless tone in his tone.
The power of the Seven Absolute Sword itself has long reached the Golden Core Realm. If the Seven Absolute Sword continues to restore its original aura, it is likely that it will soon break through the Golden Core Realm. At that time, Chen Yang, who is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, will be completely unable to control it.
Therefore, he must speed up his cultivation, otherwise he will lose even this magic weapon. This is also the reason for his anxiety.
"I see." Ni Baichuan nodded slightly.
Unfortunately, the decline of the Qinglian Holy Land has made it impossible to produce rare treasures. The pills refined by the disciples now are just healing medicines, and there are no pills that are of great help to cultivation.
But Ni Baichuan is old and unable to do it.
Long Batian and Zhao Wuji pressed Ni Baichuan hard because they wanted him to use his lifeblood to refine a holy pill, and in fact, he could do it.
But once he dies, the Qinglian Holy Land will no longer have anyone to rely on.
The old and turbid eyes lingered on Chen Yang's face. Ni Baichuan looked at the cold and beautiful Le Qing'er, and an idea came to his mind.
Then he looked at the girl next to Chen Yang and saw that she seemed to have a close relationship with Chen Yang.
"I remember you once had a childhood sweetheart, a junior sister. You fought so hard to protect her..." said Ni Baichuan.
Chen Yang laughed at himself, "I was so naive back then. I thought that if I treated someone wholeheartedly, she would treat me sincerely. But I didn't know that human hearts are unpredictable and things in the world are unpredictable!"
His last eight words were particularly heavy, and seemed to contain a lot of bitterness.
Ni Baichuan naturally also thought about what he had experienced as a waste living in the Floating Cloud Sect for a hundred years, and why he left the Floating Cloud Sect. The twists and turns must have been very painful.
Ni Baichuan didn't say anything. After a while, he slowly raised his hand, and a golden light gradually gathered in his hand.
Le Qing'er was horrified and asked in a trembling voice, "Old Sect Master, what are you doing?"
Ni Baichuan still didn't say anything, but the golden light in his hand became stronger and stronger.
"Chen Yang, can I entrust my Qinglian Holy Land to you, and of course this young little girl..." Ni Baichuan said slowly.
"Mr. Ni, you...what do you mean?" Chen Yang frowned, as if he realized something.
"Back then, when I was a child, I was captured by an eagle. It took me to the far north of the otherworldly continent. It was freezing cold there. Just when I thought I was going to freeze to death or be eaten by the eagle, a surge of energy suddenly appeared within me. Later, I learned that I had miraculously entered the Qi Refining Realm at that moment..."
The light in Ni Baichuan's palm became increasingly intense, gradually enveloping him. His hair and beard turned golden in the golden light, and his entire face was filled with a certain heat.
His eyes were shining, as if he was lost in memories.
Le Qing'er looked panicked and tried to interrupt his narration several times, her grape-like eyes sparkling with water.
Ni Baichuan continued, "I killed the eagle, drank its blood, and ate its flesh. I wandered in the icy wilderness. I went to a place that nourished the aura within me, but I nearly lost my life there... There was a formation there..."
The golden light became stronger and stronger, almost drowning Ni Baichuan.
"Master! No! Don't do this, I beg you!" Le Qing'er finally couldn't control herself and fell to her knees, waving her hands.
"Le Qing'er, what is Mr. Ni going to do?" Chen Yang said anxiously.
"Master, please use your lifeline to refine the holy pill!" Le Qing'er cried.
"Mr. Ni, you, you can't do that!" Chen Yang was also panicked and immediately stepped forward to block it, but the golden light was too strong, like a steel barrier, and the surface was extremely hot.
Chen Yang stepped forward and was immediately repelled.
"Chen Yang, take the holy pill I refined for you and go to the Ice Soul Wasteland. There is an ancient relic inside the iceberg. It is full of spiritual energy! It will definitely help you practice..."
"Mr. Ni! No!" Chen Yang shouted.
He pounced forward, but his hands found nothing. It turned out that Ni Baichuan had become a shadow.
In that shadow, Ni Baichuan smiled and said, "You will definitely be able to return to glory. I am relieved to leave the Qinglian Holy Land to you..."
The shadow became increasingly blurry.
"Mr. Ni, how can I, Chen Yang, have a clear conscience if you do this! Back then, back then..." Before he finished his words, the golden light gradually faded away, and Ni Baichuan disappeared with it.
On the cold stone slab lay a pill emitting a faint glow.
"Master, no, Qing'er can't do it, no..." Le Qing'er had already burst into tears.
Although she was extremely talented in cultivation, she was only fifteen years old after all. She was forced to grow up for the sect, so she still had moments of vulnerability. At this moment, she released her vulnerability completely without any concealment.
Looking at the disappearing Ni Baichuan, Chen Yang was stunned on the spot until Xue Qing's small hand pinched his hand, and he recovered.
Seeing Le Qing'er crying bitterly on the ground, Chen Yang couldn't help but help her up.
Le Qing'er suddenly threw herself into Chen Yang's arms, sobbing bitterly. Only by leaning on that strong arm did she feel a little comfort.
Chen Yang raised his hand with a complicated expression and patted Le Qing'er's shaking shoulder.
"Brother Chen Yang, Brother Chen Yang, Qing'er doesn't want to be the sect leader. I'm so tired, really so tired... My father is gone, my mother is gone, and the old sect leader is gone too. Qing'er can't do this..." Le Qing'er sobbed and cried on Chen Yang's chest, wetting a large area of his clothes.
"You still have me." After a long time, Chen Yang finally uttered these few words. He didn't know what to say.
Le Qing'er gradually stopped crying and slowly left Chen Yang's arms.
Since taking over as the sect leader, she has been pretending to be strong. She wouldn't even allow herself to frown, let alone cry. But just now, she threw herself into his arms and cried like a child.
With a hint of embarrassment, she lowered her head and dared not look into his eyes.
"In the future, the life and death of the Qinglian Holy Land will be solely borne by me, Chen Yang!" Chen Yang said. It was a promise and also a response to Mr. Ni's entrustment.
Le Qing'er knew that Chen Yang was a genius swordsman from a hundred years ago, and was the one favored by the old sect master. With him in the Qinglian Holy Land, nothing would be wrong.
"Brother Chen Yang..." Le Qing'er frowned and called softly.
"Is it okay for me to call you that?" She looked at Chen Yang, and couldn't help but look at Xue Qing. She had a strange feeling that she had intervened between them.
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