From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Inside the Patriarch Hall.

Jiang Yuan asked the sword servant to light a stick of incense on his behalf.

The scrolls of all the successive sect leaders were lined up. The first one was the largest, and it was of the founder of the Pi Ma Sect, who came from the Central Earth Shenzhou and was a sword immortal in the Jade Pu realm. He had already died in battle and reincarnated. There were rumors in the north-central part of Uttarakuru Continent from several previously hostile sword immortal sects, who claimed with certainty that the Pi Ma Sect had brought back the reincarnation of the founder, and a hundred years later, a second battle to the north was bound to take place.

According to the genealogy of the Patriarch's Hall, there are three great monks and thirty-six earthly immortals, among whom sixteen are earthly immortals with the word "earth" in their names, thirty-six inner disciples and one hundred and eight outer disciples. Compared with other immortal families with the word "zong" in their names, the Pi Ma Sect has fewer people, but it still has more earthly immortals.

A Jindan sword cultivator was directly promoted to the fifth seat of worship. Those ahead of him were all old Yuanying cultivators with both experience and strength.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Zhu Quan took out five Grain Rain coins and a basket of Yinchen tea. The former was his monthly salary, and the latter was a local specialty at the time. In addition, there were two hemp robes and other ritual objects.

"The local monks receive sixty grains of rice as tribute every year. They are usually fine, but they have to draw their swords at critical moments."

"How do you calculate the cost of killing a Nascent Soul ghost in Ghost Valley?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"Then you just need to take a rest from now on. The sect will spend money to support you, a meritorious official." Zhu Quan smiled and patted the other's shoulders twice. The handsome young man's bones were indeed smooth.

"There are thirty-six earthly immortal city lords in the Ghost Valley. The number of ghosts under their command basically exceeds ten thousand. Some even have incomplete magic arrays. The combined power of each of them cannot be underestimated. It's not that the three of us old guys can't remove them, but Gao Cheng will never sit idly by. Since you asked this, no matter the reason, I guess you have some confidence. The magic sword on your waist is pretty good, but it's not good enough. If you insist on going to the Ghost Valley, don't implicate Zhu girl."

"Hahaha, I can't wait for Gao Cheng to show up and give him a hand." Zhu Quan laughed heartily.

Old Man Qu narrowed his eyes. The new worshipper might have a clean origin, but not necessarily innocent. As early as when he landed, Zhu Quan had already sent a message in the Heart Lake that this person had been favored by the Deer-Riding Goddess.

This goddess is second in rank, but first in importance.

The eight goddesses each have their own magical weapon, and behind each of them extends a smooth and easy road to success with endless opportunities. The most critical starting point is a semi-immortal weapon, and the worst end point is the Nascent Soul Realm. Now three have died, one is missing, and one has a boyfriend, and the remaining ones are even more precious.

However, the Pi Ma Sect will not seize this great opportunity by force, as it goes against their ancestral teachings.

Old Man Qu looked apologetically at the little boy next to him who couldn't sit still after finishing his homework.

Pang Lanxi, a third realm swordsman, is the most promising innate sword embryo in the Pi Ma Sect. His natal flying sword has not yet been sharpened. His name is Chan Buzhixue, which is somewhat poetic. Not long after he was born, he received a semi-immortal weapon that returned on its own initiative and secretly recognized its master.

If he can have the assistance of the Deer-Riding Goddess, there is a great hope that he will become the second sword immortal in the sect's history in the future. This time will not be long, only two or three hundred years, and the Pi Ma Sect can afford to wait.

"Grandpa Qu, Aunt Lan, I'm going down the mountain."

Pang Lanxi said goodbye quietly, then thought that no one had noticed him, he walked around the big bluestone, and quietly slipped away from the top of the mountain. He was going to the folding fan shop at the foot of the mountain. The girl who was doing the accounts there was his friend, and the girl's grandfather was a worshiper of the Pi Ma Sect. He was good at painting and controlled the source of income from copying the Goddess Picture.

Secretly, an elderly man who served as a protector followed closely, without revealing his identity. He was the number one earthly immortal in the Pi Ma Sect and a Nascent Soul sword cultivator. He loved Pang Lanxi the most because he had fought a fatal battle with the Ghost City Lord when he was young and cut off his path.

On the other side, after someone entered the genealogy of the Patriarch's Hall, he immediately went to Qinglu Town in the Ghost Valley. This town was of great significance, as it was a nail that the Pi Ma Sect had driven into the ancient battlefield.

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Above the sea.

The island whale, which had completely disrupted its itinerary, arrived at Baizhu Town in Aquarius Island again, which directly caused the merchants to miss their time and complain.

Ma Youxian and the purple-robed young man boarded the ship and went straight to the most luxurious mansion in the center of the island. The butler appeared and greeted them warmly.

At three o'clock in the night, a young scholar came to visit.

Ma Yuxian opened the door and stared at the other person. "If you don't give me a reason, you can go to hell."

Not far away, a young man in purple robe was leaning against an ancient tree in the courtyard, enjoying the moon and drinking wine, looking extremely elegant. With the Taoist name of Jiuqiao, he should have devoted himself to cultivation in Bieli Sect, but his senior brother had given the order and he dared not disobey. All the disciples of Bieli Sect were cold and indifferent, not to mention the Sect Master.

Outside the door, the young scholar took out a folding fan from his sleeve. It was made entirely of snowflake coins and was extremely luxurious. He smiled when he heard the words.

"Please kill me."

Ma Youxian sneered and was about to make a move, but was held down by someone.

Jiuqiao stood up and walked to the door, glanced at the special Confucian robe of the uninvited guest, and said lightly:

"Does the person wearing the pure scholar's robe mean he is a direct disciple of the Chen family?"

Ma Yuxian frowned. The Chen family of Nanposo Continent is well-known. The Chen Chun'an who carries the sun and the moon on his shoulders is praised as the resurgence of the sub-sage lineage. He has extensive and profound knowledge. He suppressed the continent by himself. His family style is solemn. He can make a local mountain-top leader who has ascended to the realm of immortals go out to sea to visit immortals for a thousand years and dare not come back. His strength is evident. The pure Confucian who is better than a sage has always been one of the pillars of the Confucian Temple.

The young scholar waved his folding fan and smiled, "It doesn't matter who I am. The ancestor may not be as important to the Chen family as the outside world thinks... It brings honor to the family. Do you really think that everyone likes to curl up in the rules? Of course, I respect the ancestor very much, so I came to you two."

The Taoist Jiuqiao narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The young scholar continued, "The guy you're targeting has a natal flying sword, which is very pleasing, and is similar to the bright moon on the shoulder of my ancestor. When I was in Yunlin Blessed Land, I saw him draw the sword with my own eyes, and instantly killed a thick-skinned and tough martial arts sixth-level demon."

Ma Yuxian had a mocking look on his face. Facing a martial artist in the sixth realm, he was too lazy to even throw a punch. If he punched him, the opponent would lose three of his lives.

Taoist Jiuqiao said coldly, "The Chen family tradition will not allow disciples to steal money and kill people when they go out."

The young scholar slapped his hand with his fan and shook his head slowly, "No, this is not murder for money. In the words of scholars, it is to act on behalf of heaven. After all, I think that guy is not a good person. Since there is nothing wrong with the action, then the elders are furious when they see the gift that the younger generation has gone through so much hardship to get, but are they really angry in their hearts? I don't think so. Afterwards, I will be confined to the Book Mountain for twelve years. Do you think it will wear down their relationship?"

Jiuqiao shook his head and said, "As long as he is willing, if it were me, I would feel sorry for this junior. His filial piety is not to be outweighed by his flaws, provided that..."

"The premise is that I really think so, and I am not calculating the old ancestor's character. That would be too much of an underestimation of the mountain boss." The young scholar knocked his head, "I respect the old ancestor, just like the ants on the ground ten thousand years ago seeing the gods in the clouds. He doesn't like such people, but we share the same blood, so I am still a little proud. After all, any father hopes to stand tall in front of his children. It's the same reason."

Just as Ma Yuxian was about to speak, the young Confucian scholar raised his fan to block his mouth.

"A natal character and a scroll of semi-immortal soldiers. I beg this female martial god's disciple to give me some face. Why do you have to wait until you fail before you start crying for help? You made a mistake the first time you helped your master. If I were you, I would really want to ask a flying realm to come over. I would be willing to be your slave in my next life or the next life after that."

Ma Yuxian suppressed his anger and saluted with his fists.

Jiuqiao thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think the two of us can't take down that guy?"

The young scholar replied, "The sword servant of a Jindan sword cultivator dared to hold the sword casually against an earthly immortal and was ready to attack at any time. Aren't they afraid of bringing trouble to him? Even if they are not afraid, if this Jindan sword cultivator says that he doesn't care at all, then the positions of the sword servant and the sword master should be swapped."

Jiuqiao's expression changed slightly, and he murmured, "Two Earth Sword Immortals?"

"Besides, they all have good martial arts physiques. You will definitely win, and the other side has no chance of winning. But if these two guys are lucky, they can take advantage of the time and place, and they may be able to escape. By then, even if they pay a huge price, what use will it be?"

The young scholar pushed the two people aside, walked into the yard, looked up at the bright moon, then picked up the immortal wine and drank it.

"It's easier said than done. It's a deadlock, and I have to give it my all."

(End of this chapter)