ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 212 Master, save me!

In the Galaxy Palace.

"Uncle, do you want some oranges?"

Tianji peeled the orange and divided it into pieces, giving each of her fellow sisters a piece, and then peeled a whole piece to give to Cang Hengzi. Emperor Ying Cang's aura was too strong, and he usually did not show up in the cave, but turned into a mushroom to practice quietly. Therefore, he did not spend much time with the children. When they had problems in their practice, they would go to Cang Hengzi for advice, and regarded him as a half-teacher.

"Call me brother."

Tianji thought about it seriously: "Brother uncle."

"...Forget it, just take it."

Cang Hengzi took the orange she handed over.

The fruits grown in this cave full of spiritual energy are juicy and have the effect of nourishing and calming the mind for the cultivators. He and his six children sat in an orderly row under the eaves, watching Du Xinghe and Ying Cangdi sparring.

It was called a competition, but in fact it was a one-sided beating.

"I don't want to see Master get beaten,"

Tianshu covered his chubby face with his hands, his eyes red, "Can you ask him to stop hitting Master?"

"But the master is laughing..."

Tianxuan whispered.

Cang Hengzi looked at her coldly for a while, and just after saying two or three words, Du Xinghe was blown away by a strong fan, and a thick golden net bound her in it. The ripples of Qing Jia at the beginning turned into a raging storm.

But in the face of the opponent's absolute crushing power, it is like a gnat trying to shake a tree.

Each of his strikes was like a giant trampling the earth.

As soon as Xue Ming escaped from his hand, Chi Xiao flew back into Du Xinghe's hand to provide support for her as she was on the verge of collapse.

The next moment, spiritual power that was far beyond her understanding came down from above, squeezing her so hard that she pressed one hand on her chest and spit out blood, causing her disciples to become extremely worried.

The trees in the yard were shaking continuously, then the rustling sound stopped and the dead leaves began to swirl and fall.

At the moment of the last killing move, Emperor Ying Cang stopped. His pale and handsome face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and a few faint purple rays lingered around, trying to strangle him, but failed to hurt him at all.

Naturally, he was very happy to be able to help Du Xinghe.

But this competition was more like mental torture to him - the desire to protect his sweetheart was innate and he didn't need to learn it. He wanted to treat her like a treasure and eliminate anything that could hurt her... This was written in the script and performed in the opera, but his sweetheart handed him a knife and asked him to hurt her.

"Let's just practice here."

He said.

Hearing this, Du Xinghe fell forward exhausted, and the sword spirit quickly supported himself.

Cang Hengzi commented coldly: "You don't even know how to catch her at this time. You are no better than the sword I forged that understands human nature."

The next second, Emperor Ying Cang walked to her side and applied the finest healing medicine on her wounds.

"Oh, not bad, not bad. He even knew to prepare the medicine in advance. It's such a good holy medicine. It looks like it was made by a golden elixir alchemist. It's not much different from the one my sister-in-law gave me... No, this is the one my sister-in-law gave me! When did he take it away from me!?"

Cang Hengzi was shocked.

No one cared about the weapon refiner's feelings.

It was indeed an excellent healing medicine. As soon as it was applied, the heat in Du Xinghe's body began to subside, and his originally pale face regained its color, mixed with a faint blue hue. The whole person looked like a person who had been dead for three days and had just come back to life.

"I just need to lie down for a while. It's such a waste to use such good medicine now." Du Xinghe raised his eyelids and saw the seal on the medicine bottle: "This is the medicine made by my master... Where did you get it from?"

"In Cang Hengzi's weapon refining room."

"He gave it to you?"

"..."

Since Emperor Ying Cang didn't say anything, Du Xinghe guessed that he had probably stolen it.

She laughed out loud: "Okay, just consider it as the ticket fee for his watching the game... Thank you, I understand a lot now."

Hearing her thanks and knowing that he was useful to her, the coldness between Ying Cangdi's brows melted away, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

He raised his thin lips slightly: "Understand what?"

"In simple terms,"

Du Xinghe lay on the heavy sword and raised his hand, "I have dispelled the enchantment of you."

Emperor Ying Cang: “……?”

Emperor Ying Cang: “???”

He worked so hard to suppress his skills and practice with his sparring partner, but all he got in return was a word of demystification?
Is there any law or justice here?

Du Xinghe, a powerful being in the fusion stage, used all his spiritual power but failed to cause any harm. His heart of Taoism was shattered and on the verge of collapse after being hit by her words.

The instigator had no idea how much of a blow she had dealt to Emperor Ying Cang. With the help of the holy healing medicine, her injuries healed in less than ten breaths. She jumped up on the sword, landed on the ground, stood firmly, and put the sword into the scabbard.

No wonder Emperor Xuan is so confident.

Everyone who has seen him will be shocked by his realm and will be filled with awe.

Someone once said that longing is the emotion farthest from understanding.

The same is true of reverence.

Fear will shake the sword in his hand, and this is not what Du Xinghe wants.

But when the equally powerful Emperor Ying Cang beat her half to death, she understood.

This is the worst possible outcome.

So what are you afraid of?
Once you’ve experienced it, you won’t be afraid anymore.

She lightly raised her fingertips, retracted the bright purple Gu silk, turned her head and smiled at the broken-hearted Emperor Ying Cang: "Luckily, I have your Majesty to let go of my worries, otherwise I don't know what to do. Meeting your Majesty is a great blessing on my path to immortality."

Emperor Ying Cang kept a cold and expressionless face throughout the whole process.

Even after hearing these words of thanks, he did not respond.

However, in an instant, all the withered yellow leaves in the yard turned from yellow to emerald green, the tightly closed flower buds bloomed one after another, and the fragrance of various flowers filled the air, as if a silent series of explosions had taken place. Others were blowing up fireworks, but he was blowing up the garden.

Cang Hengzi: “Wow.”

Cang Hengzi: "Your Majesty is several thousand years old this year, which is the age when you can no longer hide things."

Just when he thought that His Majesty would not be able to fart even if he was beaten with eight sticks this time, Emperor Ying Cang hooked his fingers and clenched his fists, and the most beautiful sleeping star flower in the garden came into his hand. He paused for a moment and pinned it into Du Xinghe's hair.

"You've taken all my words away. I don't know what to say."

He lowered his eyes, and in contrast to his indifferent face, the grievance in his eyes was so full that it could be seen: "I feel lucky to have met you, and there is no need to add the premise of cultivating immortals."

The wind gently blew the snow-white sleeping star flowers in Du Xinghe's hair.

She raised her hand, conjured up a water mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror: "Very beautiful."

His Majesty was secretly happy.

"But why did a garden of flowers suddenly bloom?" asked the Iron Swordsman puzzledly.

"Because they are just like you, they have come to terms with it."

Emperor Ying Cang's indifferent and reserved tone revealed his anger and frustration.

……

In the guest room of Ji's mansion, Shujiuqing was happily showing off the jade tablet to her old friends.

"How do you know that I will be enrolling in Jian Palace tomorrow?"

[Fellow Daoist, you are right, but I have a small question: Who asked you this? I invited all those who asked you this to come to the forum to discuss Dao, but the number of Daoists present was zero.]

[I don't know how the quota came about, this is purely malicious speculation.]

[I saw her come out of the room of the Galaxy Fairy with her clothes in disarray! ]

Among Shu Jiuqing's old friends, there are many who are more talented and have more superior spiritual roots than her.

Of course, those with less talent than her usually can’t even build a foundation.

She is the lowest level of immortal cultivation in Pingyun Continent.

But so what?
It didn't prevent her from being the beloved disciple of a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm now, and her master even used the back door to bring her into the Xuanchao Sword Palace.

Thinking of this, Shujiuqing was so excited that he laughed.

"Master, your disciple worships you! Master, you must live a hundred years... I'll go!"

She was halfway through her joy when she saw her master coming out of the cave covered in blood. His body swayed, and if she hadn't caught him quickly, he would have fallen face down on the floor.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

There was too much spiritual energy in the Xinghe Palace, which constantly nourished Du Xinghe's body. He didn't feel it at the time, but when he came out of the cave and returned to the normal concentration of spiritual energy, his injuries came back. Du Xinghe stood up with the help of his apprentice and waved his hand: "It's nothing, I got a little injured while practicing sword."

"Minor injury?"

How could it be a trivial matter if the Yuanying Sword was injured like this?
Du Xinghe nodded seriously, "Yes, these are just superficial injuries that are very common to us sword cultivators."

"..."

Shu Jiuqing suddenly felt a little pessimistic about tomorrow's trip to the Sword Palace.

……

Du Xinghe's place in the Sword Palace was obtained by transferring midway through the course.

To be admitted normally, one must not only be a person from Xuan Country, but also have to fight many ring battles and defeat countless young talents in a row before one can win the qualification to enter the Sword Palace as the champion.

Therefore, everyone in the Sword Palace is a chosen one.

When the students of the Sword Palace heard that someone was going to transfer to their class, they all showed a hint of disdain on their faces. Song Xiaoyao, the son of the Song family, was the most disdainful among them. They even wanted to gather their classmates and wait for the new student to arrive so that they could teach him a lesson with their strength, so that he would know what is good for him and keep his head down in the future.

"If someone can get the Sword Palace to open a backdoor, it means that the new students have a strong backing. Maybe they are someone we cannot afford to offend."

The blue-robed monk who said this had a sword on his back, but his temperament was that of a scholar.

"Yuan Ci, if you are afraid, just say it directly. There is no need to say such things to destroy your prestige," Song Xiaoyao sneered, "All those who can enter the Sword Palace are outstanding people and the future pillars of the Great Xuan. If we unite, even the most powerful young master of the Ji family will have to give us some ground!"

"Young Master Ji... hehe... hehe..."

Song Xiaoyao's words seemed to activate some key words, causing a young man with regular features next to him to reveal an obsessed look.

Seeing his demeanor, even Yuan Ci, who was the most restrained and introverted, looked uncomfortable.

Song Xiaoyao glared at him without any hesitation: "Fang Dingzhen, stop being a homosexual in the Sword Palace!"

Fang Dingzhen said that she was not into men:

"I want a Taoist partner with water spiritual roots. It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman."

Song Xiaoyao and Yuan Ci shut their mouths at the same time and ignored him.

The female students in the Sword Palace could not get along with the three of them, and they were also reserved about the new student joining the class - what if there was one more person? Before seeing the new student in person, they would not make any judgments, make no comments, and ignore any incitement.

At this moment, a strange face touched the door frame and looked furtively into the dormitory.

This scene, which seemed very sneaky, was immediately caught by three people in the dormitory.

In the blink of an eye, Song Xiaoyao arrived in front of this man.

He looked at the newcomer critically - his muscles and bones were weak, he was only at the Jindan stage, his manners and temperament were as if he had no body at all, he didn't look like he was from a wealthy family, and his clothes were even more simple... Thinking of this, Song Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, and asked in a friendly manner, "Are you the new handyman?"

If someone comes here to do odd jobs, you can't be rude to him.

Unexpectedly, the man looked at him blankly and said, "No, I'm a new student who came to school today."

"……what?"

Song Xiaoyao quickly withdrew his friendly face and said arrogantly: "The students of the Sword Palace have to defeat countless young heroes of the same age and wade through mountains of swords and seas of blood to enter the school. You, a freshman who came in the middle of the semester, dare to compete with me and let me see your skills?"

His aggressive attitude would make any monk with a bit of blood in his veins want to fight with him.

But the person he questioned said, "I dare not."

Song Xiaoyao: “…”

Song Xiaoyao jumped up and down: "You are not worthy of being a sword cultivator! Duel, duel, duel!"

Shujiuqing was a little dazed by the repeated duels.

When Master was climbing up the Nine-Layered Sword Mountain, she was invited by the Mountain Master in the Sword Palace to have a talk. He asked her to go to the school first to say hello to everyone and Master would arrive shortly afterwards.

What Shu Jiuqing didn't expect was that the Sword Palace had a reserved program of entrance duel.

"To enroll in the Sword Palace, we have to duel?"

Seeing that Shu Jiuqing was in a dilemma, Song Xiaoyao said more firmly: "We, the students of the Sword Palace, all use the swords in our hands to prove the truth in our hearts. Don't worry, I have martial ethics and will stop when the time is right." Shu Jiuqing hesitated: "Can we only use the sword?"

She learned a few tricks from her master.

But it was only one or two moves, and there was no more moves.

At this time, Yuan Ci said: "Brother Song, her realm is lower than yours, your victory is not fair."

"You are trying to win me unfairly again," Song Xiaoyao glared at him, then turned around and said coldly to Shu Jiuqing, "Since Yuan Ci said so, then feel free to use any magic weapon or spell you have. My sword is not afraid of any unorthodox methods!"

The two people beside him couldn't help but look away with laughter, but they never doubted the confidence of his words.

The Immortal Alliance Competition indeed attracted cultivators from all over the world.

But it does not include the Sword Palace of Xuan Kingdom.

They are sword cultivators who have been practicing in seclusion on the Nine-Layered Sword Mountain, pursuing the goal of sharpening a sword over a hundred years. Although they don't know much about what's happening in the outside world, their strength is not inferior to the top five masters in the Immortal Alliance competition, and they have enough capital to be proud of themselves.

"Ok."

Shujiuqing agreed reluctantly.

Perhaps it was because her temperament was too cowardly, Yuan Ci pulled Song Xiaoyao's arm and said, "Don't be too harsh later. She is a female cultivator after all. You should be humble and gentle to women."

"You are so humble and gentle to women because you look down on them. I treat them as fellow Taoists, so I will fight them for real!"

Song Xiaoyao retorted without thinking.

Neither of them could convince the other, so Yuan Ci turned his gaze to Fang Dingzhen, who said:
"Brother Xiaoyao hit her, but he can't hit me."

Yuan Ci withdrew his gaze.

Song Xiaoyao led Shujiuqing to the training ground on Jiuchongjian Mountain. It was a mountain with snow all year round. Outside the protective barrier, there were even baby rabbits looking curiously towards the center of the training ground. They were well-fed and a snow-white ball.

He jumped over the rabbits, took out the token from his waist, and buckled it onto the stone tablet in the middle of the martial arts field.

The surrounding blue light became brighter, enveloping the two of them.

"bring it on."

Song Xiaoyao drew his sword. It was a light sword tempered with silver flames, reflecting the surrounding snow. The thick snow on the ground had melted into a shallow and narrow path before the sword touched it.

When he held the sword in his hand, his previous cynical temperament suddenly disappeared.

Song Xiaoyao stared at Shu Jiuqing:
"I don't want to bully cultivators whose realm is lower than mine. Yuan Ci is right. This is too unfair. But we have to fight... I'll let you have three moves. Please teach me."

After saying that, he stood still and let her take action.

Shu Jiuqing thought for a moment, then she drew her sword as well.

This sword was bought for her by her master when they were visiting the monks' market.

The sword is a good sword in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, but it is considered a piece of scrap metal in the Sword Palace.

As soon as he saw the sword she pulled out, Song Xiaoyao frowned and secretly used voice transmission to say, "Hey, are you two sure she really has some powerful backer? Even the sword she uses is so crappy! Why don't you buy her a better sword!"

[I don’t know, I didn’t ask.] Yuan Ci replied indifferently.

Song Xiaoyao waited and waited, but Shu Jiuqing did not raise his sword to chop him down. Instead, he slowly dragged the tip of the sword on the snow.

What kind of sword move is this?
Do all the sects under the Nine-Layered Sword Mountain teach such strange sword moves?

I saw Shujiuqing dragging the tip of the sword and drawing a circle.

The sword flipped in her hand, leaving a unique pattern, and then the blade passed across her palm. Blood instantly dripped into the snow. She fell to her knees on the snow and cried out, "Master, help me!"

"what?"

Before Song Xiaoyao could react, the formation in the snow suddenly shone brightly.

A huge figure appeared in the formation.

...No, what's huge is not the person, but the heavy sword that the person is carrying.

The person who was summoned was wearing a snow-white robe. He walked with a comfortable look and extraordinary demeanor.

Under the scorching sun on the snow-capped mountains, her black hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, like a banished immortal in a white robe.

"I told you to come to me if you have any urgent matters, but this is how you come to me?"

She patted the head of her apprentice beside her and asked her to stand up:
"Tell me, who do you want Master to teach you a lesson?"

Shu Jiuqing took out one of the hands that was covering his face and pointed it in the direction of Song Xiaoyao.

Covering your face is not because you are crying, but because you are afraid of laughing too loudly.

Song Xiaoyao, who had been ranked first in the Sword Palace for many years, was dumbfounded.

He could naturally see that the cultivation level of the person who came was far higher than his own, but he couldn't tell by how much higher.

Maybe, similar to his master?
"Um, Senior, we are students from the Sword Palace sparring with each other..."

You are of a different generation, so just don't take any action!

Unexpectedly, the woman in white looked at him in surprise and smiled: "That's perfect, I'm also a student of the Sword Palace."

"Du Xinghe, who is enrolling today, please give me some advice."

When Xue Ming was unsheathed, the absolute pressure that followed made Song Xiaoyao understand -

This is not much different from his master.

Even stronger than his master.

……

It snows all year round in the martial arts arena on Jiuchongjian Mountain, but no one ever comes to clear the accumulated snow.

After all, after the students have practiced a few moves here, the snow is often almost cleared.

Today is even more exaggerated.

The once high-spirited and invincible genius swordsman was defeated in just three moves. Even the snow on the training ground was melted away by the three swords, revealing the original appearance of the floor tiles.

Du Xinghe held back and only taught the young man a lesson. He also asked about the whole story and explained to the three people, "My realm was raised too quickly. I wanted to improve my sword skills, so I came to the Sword Palace to study. As for my useless disciple, she lacks aptitude. I asked her to study in the Sword Sutra Pavilion and will not disturb you."

In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected, and sword cultivators are even more obsessed with this.

Whoever has the stronger sword will be the one to listen to.

After seeing how Du Xinghe defeated Song Xiaoyao with three moves, Yuan Ci and Fang Dingzhen became extremely honest and stood straight in front of her: "It is the juniors who are blind and do not recognize the great man. Song Xiaoyao is too frivolous. The seniors are right to teach him a lesson."

Fang Dingzhen glanced at Brother Xiaoyao, who was lying in the snow like a green onion, from a distance, and recalled the saddest things that had ever happened to him in his life. Only then did he hold back his laughter.

"I'm not angry. If it were me, I would probably challenge the new student as well."

Du Xinghe tilted his head and thought for a while: "However, after seeing Xinsheng become as weak as her, I no longer have the idea of ​​taking action."

When his name was called, Shujiuqing followed him eagerly, hugged his master's waist from behind, and rubbed it: "I'm so weak, I can only ask the master for help."

She originally thought that Senior Sister Xinyue was being so close to Master because she wanted to become Master's wife.

Now she understands.

The master was so handsome when he stood up for her, she couldn't stand it!

Anyone who can resist sticking to the master is truly a god.

After Shu Jiuqing finished speaking, Song Xiaoyao finally pulled his head out of the snow pile with great effort and met her eyes. The former snorted and said complacently: "If you knew who my master is, you would also think I am lucky."

"Does it still hurt? I'm not very good at showing mercy, but I did. If it still hurts, please help him find a doctor in the Sword Palace."

Du Xinghe indulged his apprentice’s hug and said lightly.

She just thought it was because of the coldness of her emotions.

When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner, let alone beating her apprentice.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Song Xiaoyao jumped up and looked at Du Xinghe with shining eyes: "You are so strong! May I ask what realm you are in now, senior?"

There was no trace of resentment or shame in the young man's eyes, only pure admiration and yearning for the stronger ones.

Du Xinghe: "It has just been a while since I broke the elixir and became an infant."

There is really nothing to hide.

If she had to play the pig and eat the rat in front of a group of people at the peak of the Jindan level and the second level of the Jindan level, then there was no need for her to practice swordsmanship anymore.

After the words were spoken, silence fell all around.

The three of them looked at each other.

Song Xiaoyao couldn't help it first: "Hey, I'm at the second level of Jindan and I want to fight you at the peak of Jindan, can you summon your Yuanying sword cultivator?"

"What happened?"

Shu Jiuqing touched the back of his head, looking very innocent: "Didn't you say there is no limit to the sword moves? My ultimate move is to summon my master! If you don't accept it, you can call your master over as well. It's not that your master doesn't care about you!"

Song Xiaoyao: “…”

His master has been stuck at the peak of the Golden Core stage for who knows how many years.

There are powerful beings of a higher realm in the Sword Palace, but they cannot be called "masters", and they are not close enough to let him hug them and act like a spoiled child.

But he did have such a master, and he was very good to him.

"Just yell!"

Song Xiaoyao gritted his teeth and used the jade disc to ask his master for help.

His master was also training in the Sword Palace. He was eating when he heard that his disciple, who was as agile as a mountain dog, had something to ask him. He put down the spiritual food in his hand and was at the martial arts arena in a blink of an eye. "Xiaoyao, what do you want from me?"

Song Xiaoyao said:
"Her master just beat me, so let's fight her too!"

Song Xiaoyao's master was a middle-aged female cultivator with a bun on her hair. After she looked up at Du Xinghe, she disappeared on the spot.

"Master???"

Where is his master?

He just had such a big master!

In the air, only his master's timeless voice remained, echoing in the valley:
"You hit my apprentice, but you can't hit me——"

Song Xiaoyao: “…”

No, Master, you should at least give it a try. Both the people and the formation have been lost before the fight even started.

He couldn't help but contact his master on the jade tablet with some embarrassment, and questioned her: "Master, didn't you say that we sword cultivators should become stronger when we meet a stronger opponent, and we can't admit defeat without fighting?"

The master didn't respond for a long time.

Du Xinghe received another secret message from Master Song Xiaoyao:

"My apprentice is very arrogant, and likes to compete with others everywhere. Today, it is his honor to have you, the senior, teach him a lesson and dampen his arrogance. And..." He hesitated in the second half of the sentence, as if he had something in his heart that he couldn't say.

Du Xinghe hummed: "Don't worry, I won't hit you."

She responded with a long sigh.

The students of the Sword Palace are isolated from the world, but the masters who teach them are not subject to this restriction.

The turmoil of the Su family in the imperial capital had long been spread to the Nine-Layered Sword Mountain. Emperor Xuan shared it with them as a joke that young sword cultivators had bad tempers and wanted to use their three-foot-long swords to settle any injustice they saw. The story of the Fairy Xinghe killing a peak Jindan cultivator with one move spread throughout the Nine-Layered Sword Mountain like a horror story.

This is a sword cultivator who will stand up for mortals.

Are you trying to kill yourself by bullying her apprentice?
Du Xinghe's irrational and crazy behavior made others have a lot of imagination about her, and this imagination gave her many layers of powerful filters. There were even rumors that not only had she just reached the Nascent Soul stage, but her actual realm was actually higher, which was all suppressed.

It was even more difficult to understand why she wanted to study in the Sword Palace.

What on earth was she trying to improve here?
"We will be classmates from now on. Please give me your guidance."

None of the various imaginations could disturb Du Xinghe in the slightest.

She curved her thin lips slightly, and she thought she was showing a very kind smile: "My three classmates, please show me the way."

"..."

Everyone has seen how Du Xinghe's three moves just now left Song Xiaoyao unable to get up...

Faced with the smile of the god of death, the three men's legs became weak and they could not stand.

Fang Dingzhen trembled as he took out the photo stone: "Oh my god, the Yuanying sword cultivator asked me to give him more guidance. I recorded it all! I will broadcast it at my Taoist Couple Ceremony!"

Song Xiaoyao: "Wake up, you won't have a Taoist partner."

Yuan Ci: "...Give me a photo stone, thank you very much."