Staying in the sect, controlling beasts and cultivating immortals

Three days had passed in the blink of an eye regarding the Demonic Pirates.

After Chen Xueqing stated her purpose, and the two confirmed their cooperative relationship, she quietly left.

The entire Lingkuang Island has returned to its former order and tranquility. The only difference is that after experiencing this incident, the people on the island are obviously much more focused than before and are determined to uphold immortality.

This also made Yu Changsheng's prestige on the island reach its peak for a time, and the events on Lingkuang Island spread out without surprise, causing shock and astonishment in all directions.

Countless pairs of eyes were attracted to it. Even on the Sea Beast Island, it still caused quite a stir. It also caused quite a stir among some people with ulterior motives. For a while, the name Yu Changsheng was the first thing that came into the eyes of some people.

Many people actually know the specific things that happened on the Lingkuang Island, and although the identity of the person behind the magic pirate ship cannot be made public, it is not a secret in the eyes of some people.

Therefore, the news that Yu Changsheng almost wiped out the entire Magic Show Pirates Group by himself and severely damaged the leader of the Magic Cultivation Pirates Group spread widely and attracted attention from all parties. Of course, more people just wanted to watch the show and did not express their opinions.

However, in the eyes of others, it has a different meaning, such as the Sixth Shengli, Chen Xueqing, and the people from the Seventh Saint Son Wang Sheng's side.

After all, although Wang Sheng had concealed things in the past and did not show it too obviously, there were some things that he knew very well.

Although Wang Sheng led the entire group of demon pirates to invade Lingkuang Island, fortunately, their purpose from beginning to end was not Lingkuang Island itself, but Yu Changsheng there.

And he did not show any obvious signs of himself, so some high-level officials on the Sea Beast Island remained silent about this matter, which was considered as tacit agreement. The main reason was that he was the Seventh Holy Son, and more importantly, Yu Changsheng had not caught their eyes before.

Therefore, they did not choose to stop Wang Sheng's mischief. In their view, if Wang Sheng wanted to kill such a humble outer sect deacon elder, he could do so. As long as he did not go too far and did not obviously interfere with Lingkuang Island, they would let him do as he pleased.

After all, no matter what happens, Wang Sheng is ultimately the seventh holy son of Sea Beast Sky Island. He is one of our own, so there is nothing wrong with taking some of their own resources.

But now, some accidents happened. The dignified Seventh Holy Son was actually dealt with by an outer sect deacon elder. All the astonished colleagues naturally became very interested in Yu Changsheng.

It can be said that at this point, Yu Changsheng had truly entered the eyes of some high-level officials of Sea Beast Sky Island, and information about him was quickly dug out.

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Wang Shengfeng, the main hall on the top of the peak.

"Sir, the Fifth Saint, Gongbo Yingyan, requested to see you. He said that he heard that you were seriously injured, so he came to see you. He also gave me a healing pill, the Qingyan Three-Line Pill, and told me to make sure it is delivered to you."

Inside the main hall, at the core formation, the servant looked cautious, his body trembling slightly, he lowered his head and bent over, kneeling and speaking respectfully to the figure sitting cross-legged in front of him.

The figure in front of him was surrounded by spiritual energy, with a frown and closed eyes, his breath rising and falling. On his right arm, there was a shocking sword mark that penetrated deep into the flesh and almost cut off the arm.

There was a destructive sword energy hovering above it, which took a long time to dissipate. After a long time, Wang Sheng's eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of blood red flashed in his eyes. A few blue veins on his forehead burst out, revealing a ferocious look. After he exhaled a long breath, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the sword in his right arm, and a touch of resentment flashed by.

"Damn it, where did this sword come from? It's been three days, and the sword intent inside has only been mostly wiped out. Now I can only rely on my cultivation to barely suppress it."

Wang Sheng growled in his heart, helpless, and looked up at the servant. After listening to his words, a trace of impatience appeared on his face, and he sneered and said:

"How could Gongbo Yingyan be so kind? Aren't they all waiting to see me make a fool of myself? The Qingyan Three-Line Pill is really a precious elixir. I just want to take this opportunity to see if the rumors are true."

The words were cold and the tone was full of sarcasm. It was unclear whether he was directed at Gong Bo Yingyan or himself.

Upon hearing this, the servant lowered his head even lower and said nothing. He was so nervous that he dared not speak.

"Refuse it. Tell the outside world that I am in seclusion at a critical moment and will not see anyone. Also thank Gongbo Yingyan for his kindness and tell him to keep the elixir for himself."

After a long time, Wang Sheng suppressed the anger in his heart, waved his hand and said coldly.

Now, he naturally had no intention of meeting these visitors. As for the Qingyan Three-Pattern Pill, it was just a fourth-grade pill and was not rare.

In particular, he and Gongbo Yingyan did not get along well.

Wang Sheng could even imagine what happened on Lingkuang Island being spread out, and the smiles on the faces of the saints from all sides. Thinking of this, his already gloomy mood became even more depressed.

"it is good."

The servant replied in a low and respectful voice and withdrew.

After Wang Sheng took a deep breath, he shook his head, suppressed his thoughts, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the injury on his right arm. His face involuntarily became a little gloomy. He gently stroked the injury with his left hand, and a gloomy feeling emerged in his eyes.

"This sword..."

Wang Sheng pondered, recalling the sword in his mind. His pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly. After a long time, he let out a deep breath.

"How can an ordinary sword be so difficult to deal with? The remaining sword energy is so terrible that it hinders my recovery from injuries. I can only take my time."

Wang Sheng sighed softly. If the injury on his right arm was just an ordinary one, with his level of cultivation, regenerating a broken limb would be a piece of cake.

And if Yu Changsheng's sword had not been so extraordinary, he would not be so ashamed to face people now.

"It seems that Yu Changsheng is indeed more difficult to deal with than I thought. Is this sword a Saint-level technique..."

Wang Sheng pondered in his heart. With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that the sword was unusual. Although the saint-level technique frightened him, he could recognize it.

However, there is one thing that Wang Sheng still can't figure out.

"How can a cultivator from a small barbarian sect master such a technique..."

Wang Sheng pondered in his heart, somewhat puzzled: "Besides, he is so young, and there is no big force behind him to train him. How did he train five beasts, and they are all king-level beasts? It's really strange."

Wang Sheng was somewhat doubtful, thinking back to the battle three days ago, pursing his lips slightly, his eyes downcast. He himself was also a beastmaster, so he naturally knew how much resources were needed to train a high-level beastmaster in a short period of time.

The lifespan of spiritual beasts is much longer than that of humans, so their growth cycle is also longer. This is true even for beasts with deep bloodlines. After all, bloodlines represent potential and the height of achievement, not the speed of growth.

If one wants to make a spiritual beast grow up in a short period of time, one can only continuously invest resources and efforts. This is the case with his golden-eyed black-horned beast. If he did not have the support of a powerful force behind him and no shortage of resources, it would be difficult for him to reach such a height.

Even so, he has only just reached the peak of the fourth level.

And this was under the premise that he only had this one beast. On the other hand, Yu Changsheng, in his opinion, actually owned five beasts at the same time, and they all seemed to be growing quite well. Naturally, this made him surprised and unbelievable.

He knew in his heart that in order for the five beasts to grow to such a rapid level without slowing down Yu Changsheng's cultivation, the resources required were enormous.

However, Yu Changsheng is only a cultivator from a small sect, and there are only a few Purple Mansion cultivators in the sect. How can he afford it?

"Interesting. He has a Saint-level technique, five King-level beasts, and he is still very young, but his cultivation is not low. This Yu Changsheng can indeed be called a genius. It seems that there is another opportunity in you..."

A gleam of light flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes, and he was a little frightened while pondering in his heart.

"You are a beast tamer who has mastered the sword art. Your physical and spiritual abilities are all quite impressive. You don't have any resources from a big power to support you. It seems like you have a lot of luck..."

Wang Sheng thought about it, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, then let out a long breath, shook his head, and suppressed the feeling of surprise and doubt in his heart.

"However, I didn't use my full strength in the battle with you. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would win..."

Wang Sheng thought about it with a gloomy look in his eyes, but he didn't feel much better in his heart.

In the battle with Yu Changsheng, due to some concerns, some of his iconic things could not be displayed openly, so as to prevent someone from taking advantage of it to make a fuss.

The most obvious thing is his beast, the golden-eyed black-horned beast, which is kept as a backup and has never been used.

However, apart from this, he knew in his heart that except for some desperate means that he had not used, he had performed almost the same in most of the other aspects. And he, with his cultivation at the peak of Purple Mansion, was actually defeated by Yu Changsheng. For him, it was a little unbelievable and a shame.

In particular, he did not display his beast taming skills, and the other party, Yu Changsheng, also did not use the help of beast taming.

Instead, he really used his cultivation level of the middle stage of Purple Mansion to severely injure himself. Although this was also due to his carelessness, as he did not expect Yu Changsheng to have such a terrifying swordsmanship, he was defeated.

He even used the life-saving divine protection once, otherwise his injuries would be more serious than this.

Only Wang Sheng himself knows how it feels.

"I am the only one who has defeated the enemy across borders. I never thought that one day, I would be defeated by someone at a lower level... It's really a shame..."

Wang Sheng murmured in a low voice for a long time, then he exhaled and suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart. He raised his eyes again with bloodshot eyes, feeling the pain in his arm. He gritted his teeth gently, and the resentment that sprouted in his heart turned into a murderous intent, which was finally suppressed.

"When we meet again, you will die!"

Wang Sheng hummed softly, and used his cultivation to suppress the injury. He also used other means to cover it up and make himself look normal. Then he slowly stood up, pondered for a moment, and walked down the mountain.

"Since Yu Changsheng was arranged by the Third Elder to go to Lingkuang Island, then maybe I can seek the Third Elder's help on some matters."

Wang Sheng pondered in his heart, and while thinking, he flew towards the mountain where the third elder was.

"Yu Changsheng, ah Yu Changsheng, no matter how talented you are, this is the North Sea, the Sea Beast Island. You are helpless, like a floating duckweed. How long can you last? It is not difficult to suppress you."

Wang Sheng sneered in his heart, thinking about these things, and soon he arrived at the mountain where the third elder lived, in front of the door of his residence.

He stood outside the door, looking at the attic residence of the Third Elder that was covered by the formation, straightened his expression, and showed a hint of respect on his face. His tone also became much gentler. He slowly clasped his fists, bowed with his brows lowered:
"The Seventh Saint Son, Wang Sheng, has come to pay his respects to the Third Elder. I beg the Third Elder to allow me to see you."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, his attitude was modest and all his outward sharpness was restrained.

Even though he was a sequence disciple, he was not the only son of the holy land. Facing the third elder, a sequence elder of the Beast Taming Sect and a great master of the Void Refining Realm, he naturally did not dare to put on airs.

The so-called sharpness, when facing the elders of the God Transformation Realm or ordinary disciples, is displayed, which is called arrogance. If it is still displayed when facing the powerful people of the Void Refining Realm, it means that you have no respect for your elders and don't know your own life or death.

After a moment, the Third Elder's lazy but calm voice echoed in Wang Sheng's ears: "Wait."

"it is good."

Wang Sheng nodded respectfully, keeping his posture unchanged, standing quietly outside the door without a trace of impatience on his face.

Now, after about an incense stick of time, the third elder's voice came again: "Come in."

As the words fell, the formation guarding the third elder's attic was slowly released. Wang Sheng clasped his fists in thanks and walked away.

"Thank you, Third Elder."

Inside the residence, there was still the same courtyard. The Third Elder still had a calm look on his face. He felt Wang Sheng coming in, and without turning his head, he just concentrated on tending to the spiritual plants at hand, and asked casually:
"Mr. Wang, right? How come you have the energy and leisure to come to my place today? What can I do for you?"

The tone was calm, and no emotion could be heard.

Wang Sheng asked, and immediately lowered his eyebrows and bowed to the Third Elder. A smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Third Elder, you are joking. I haven't seen you for a long time. Now I think of you, so I come to take care of you to show my affection."

As Wang Sheng spoke, he lightly touched the storage ring with his finger. The next moment, an antique wooden box emerged. Wang Sheng held it in his hand, took a few steps forward, and respectfully handed it to the third elder, saying:

"This is the tea leaves from the Deep Sea Miaosheng Tree that I found in Hailuoyuan City a few days ago. I know that the Third Elder likes to taste tea, so I present this as a gift. I hope the Third Elder will accept it."

"After all, Wang Sheng is a member of the Beast Taming Sect." (End of this chapter)