Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 85 I'm going to take my "favorite disciple" home

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Same time period.

Yunyang Sect, Qingyun Peak.

This peak is the highest main peak of the Yunyang Sect, and its top reaches straight into the blue clouds.

At the top of the peak, there is a magnificent palace named Lingyun Palace.

In the Lingyun Hall, there are many attics built, and in each of them there is a white jade stele with the name of a Jindan master engraved on it.

Since the founding of the Yunyang Sect, every deceased Jindan master has had his own stele in the Lingyun Hall.

Master Chiyang naturally has it too.

At this time, it had been a while since Master Chiyang passed away, and the news had gradually spread, and the sect was unable to suppress it.

In recent days, people come to pay their respects in front of the stele from time to time, and a lot of incense ash has accumulated in the incense burner without people noticing.

at this time.

In front of the pavilion stele belonging to Master Chiyang.

A young man in his twenties was standing upright with a magic sword in his hand, his face solemn and heavy.

The young man was wearing the uniform of a core disciple of the Yunyang Sect, with an identity token hanging around his waist. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and looked very heroic.

This young man was naturally Chen Jinghuan, who had already joined the Yunyang Sect.

And the magic sword in his hand was naturally the Xuanmo magic sword.

In the void above the spirit sword, Chen Xuanmo, who was in the state of a heroic spirit, was lowering his head, silently staring at the white jade stele in front of him.

Scenes from the past came to my mind, and my heart was filled with sadness.

He traveled to this world when he was eighteen years old. He was an orphan and alone. He had already regarded his master, who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, as a relative.

In his current state, coming to the sect is actually a rather risky thing. But since his master is dead, how could he not come to pay homage?
"Master, Master."

Chen Xuanmo sighed in his heart, no matter how you died, once your disciple gains power, he will never let you go!

Suddenly.

A stream of purple light was passing through the blue clouds above Lingyun Palace. Its aura was so boundless and powerful that it produced a great sense of oppression on the heroic spirit Chen Xuanmo.

"not good!"

Chen Xuanmo's heart skipped a beat and he immediately disappeared from the spot, entering the lucky bead embedded in the Xuanmo Spirit Sword.

next moment.

The purple light descended from the sky and quickly disappeared.

An old man appeared in front of Master Chiyang’s white jade stele.

The old man wore a jade crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and a gold-woven robe that swayed in the wind. He exuded an indescribable solemnity and majesty.

Even if he just stood there and did nothing, his majestic demeanor still made people look up to him like a mountain.

Chen Xuanmo, who was hiding in the lucky bead, was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.

【Ziyin Zhenren】.

This was the person he least wanted to meet in this sect, no doubt about it!

This man is the leader of the Yunyang Sect, a super boss in the Nascent Soul stage. What if he sees through his heroic spirit and then captures him for research? Wouldn't that be the end of me?

Before his death, Chen Xuanmo was just a cultivator at the third level of the Lingtai realm, the foundation-building stage. He was unable to fathom all the methods of the Jindan-stage cultivators, let alone the abilities of the Yuanying-stage cultivators.

Even when Chen Xuanmo was alive, he had only met Master Ziyin a few times.

That was during the sect's grand ceremony. As a sect disciple, he had seen this big man from afar while standing in the crowd.

After landing, Master Ziyin obviously noticed Chen Jinghuan standing in front of the pavilion stele.

He glanced at Chen Jinghuan and the token on his waist, and said in a gentle tone: "What's your name, kid, and what's your relationship with Chiyang?"

"My name is Chen Jinghuan, and I am a core disciple of Chiyang Peak. I am here to pay homage to the Master on behalf of my great grandfather. He is the Master's direct disciple."

Chen Jinghuan had only been a member of the sect for seven or eight years. He had never seen Master Ziyin and didn't know who he was, so he was naturally not afraid.

In fact, even if he knew that this was the leader of the Yunyang Sect, he would not be too scared or afraid. This was the leader of his own sect, so what was there to be afraid of? He would probably just be excited and excited.

In fact, Chen Xuanmo was not afraid of Master Ziyin during his lifetime. Instead, he was more afraid of Master Chiyang.

But now his heroic body is too special. He is afraid that if it is seen through, it will bring unknown disasters. He is wary in his heart, and is afraid of it like a tiger.

True Man Ziyin glanced at the Xuanmo Spirit Sword in Jing Huan's hand and asked, "Why didn't your great grandfather come to pay homage in person?"

"My great grandfather has passed away, and this is the magic sword he used during his lifetime." Chen Jinghuan answered honestly.

"Have a heart."

Zhenren Ziyin nodded slightly and asked no more questions, focusing his attention on Chiyang's white jade stele.

He didn't say anything either, just quietly looked at the stone tablet, with an unclear expression in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chen Jinghuan secretly glanced at his face and somehow felt a chill down his spine and uneasy in his heart. He quickly looked away and dared not look at him again.

After standing there for dozens of breaths, Ziyin Zhenren sighed, gave Chen Jinghuan a kind and encouraging look, and then turned into a purple light again, rushing straight into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"call!"

Finally left.

Chen Xuanmo, who was hiding in the lucky bead, really let out a long sigh of relief.

This time it was really thrilling!

If True Man Ziyin could sense the heroic spirit, he would be in big trouble.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and dodged quickly enough.

Of course, it is also possible that even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage cannot discover his heroic spirit.

But Chen Xuanmo didn't dare to gamble.

Next time, I will never come to the sect to take risks again.

Ziyin, this old man, usually stays in seclusion for many years, and rarely shows up for more than ten or twenty years. This time, he came in person to pay tribute to his master, Master Chiyang. Before he left, the purple light seemed to be filled with anger and murderous intent!
Judging from this point of view, Master’s death was probably not a good end.

I'm afraid there will be a storm next.

After all, no matter what the truth was about the Master's death and who did it, it was impossible for the Yunyang Sect to let a Jindan die in vain without taking any action.

As for Chen, she will have to be more cautious from now on.

If he had the chance to avenge his master, he would never miss it.

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Yunyang Sect, Fentian Peak.

Inside the Burning Heaven Palace shrouded in sparse clouds of fire.

A plump old man in a red robe was sitting cross-legged on the spacious floor of the main hall, studying something in his hand intently, sometimes frowning, sometimes lost in thought.

There were various body parts scattered on the ground around, including arms, thighs, a beautiful woman's head, and various miscellaneous small parts. It seemed scattered, but there was an implicit order.

"Interesting, really interesting~"

The old man kept turning the thing in his hand, pondering it, muttering to himself, and exclaiming in admiration.

It was a fist-sized sphere with a very delicate structure and many complex and mysterious inscriptions engraved on it.

"This technique doesn't seem to be from the area around Wu. This sphere is a core formation, and it has so many inscriptions engraved on it! The design is very clever~"

"What do these inscriptions mean?" The old man suddenly scratched his messy hair, looking as if he was thinking hard and painfully.

He couldn't understand it. There were many inscriptions and inscription structures that touched upon his blind spots in knowledge.

Just at this time.

An anxious voice came from outside the hall: "Master, is Master here?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the hall like a gust of wind, running towards the fat old man in a red robe.

"Stop, stop right there." The fat old man hurriedly shouted nervously, "You better fly, don't mess up my parts, or I'll beat you up if you can't put them together."

The figure paused abruptly, then flew up with a whoosh, hovering more than ten feet above the ground, and then continued excitedly: "Master, Master, I have..."

This person is naturally Senior Brother Yun Hao.

He couldn't wait to share the new refining techniques with his master.

"Why are you flying so high?" The fat old man looked up and said unhappily, "You are talking to our Master in such a condescending way, are you planning to rebel?"

Yun Hao: “…”

Senior Brother Yun Hao finally understood that the master was in a bad mood at the moment. It was obvious that he encountered some puzzles after disassembling the [Jade Slave].

After all, the master loves him very much and always calls him "beloved disciple" and "beloved disciple".

But at this time, it is better not to offend him.

He had no choice but to slowly fall down, and stopped when he was less than half a foot away from the broken limbs of the jade slaves on the ground. He curled up his body and came close to his master, unable to hide his excitement between his brows: "Master, Master, I have something important to report..."

"What could be the important matter? Is it that our Yunyang Sect and Wuhen Mountain are at war again? Or has some bastard provoked the disciples of Wanhua Palace again, and the Palace Master is here to attack us again?"

This fat old man is naturally the master of Fen Tian Peak, Master Xuan Yang.

He didn't even look at Yun Hao, and continued to fiddle with the complicated black ball, his tone was very impatient: "Go away, stay aside, no matter how important it is, wait until I finish my research before you can talk about it."

Senior Brother Yun Hao: “…”

He glanced at the body parts scattered all over the ground and was speechless.

This will have to wait until he finishes his research, which will take a long time.

He quickly got to the point: "It's about the secondary soul tempering."

“Don’t even think about it.” Master Xuan Yang didn’t even raise his head. “You don’t have enough spiritual roots to inherit the [Heaven Burning True Fire].”

Senior Brother Yun Hao began to use his ultimate move: "So, what if someone has completed the second soul tempering in the Qi Refining Stage?"

"What?" Master Xuan Yang immediately looked sideways and warned, "Boy, you are not going to steal the Magical Spirit Mushrooms from the Hundred Flower Valley again, are you trying to stimulate your inspiration? That stuff is addictive!"

"How could that be possible? If my master doesn't allow me to eat, how can I dare to eat it again?" Senior Brother Yun Hao said excitedly, "I saw it with my own eyes today. That little girl has true fire at the Qi Palace level. Although it is weak, it is true fire. She has also completed the second soul tempering!"

"Crack!"

The core of the black ball in Master Xuan Yang's hand was crushed.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Tell me the truth, how many phantom mushrooms did you eat today?"

"Master, I am your most beloved disciple, you have to believe me." Senior Brother Yun Hao cried out for justice.

Master Xuan Yang stared at him for a long while, and seeing that he remained calm, he began to believe it a little.

He groaned and said, "Then there is only one possibility. She has three spiritual roots of the fire element, and she had a chance encounter and obtained the true fire spirit seed."

Thinking of this, he suddenly became interested and urged, "Quick, tell Master about it in detail."

Senior Brother Yun Hao originally came to report the matter, and he immediately recounted everything that had happened today.

"Three spiritual roots, definitely three spiritual roots!" The more Master Xuan Yang listened, the brighter his eyes became. "My apprentice's knowledge and basic skills in refining equipment are very solid~"

If it was an ordinary person with three spiritual roots, even if Master Xuan Yang would be tempted to accept him as a disciple, he would not behave like this. However, the person with three spiritual roots was only at the Qi Refining Stage and Qi Mansion Realm, and his weapon refining ability was enough to "crush" Yun Hao, this evil disciple.

What does this mean?
Doesn’t this mean that this girl is born to be my, Xuan Yang’s, disciple?

"Where is my beloved disciple?" Master Xuan Yang's fat face was excited and he couldn't wait to see his beloved disciple.

"Ah? Gone!"

"How the hell can you let her go?"

"If he wants to go back, can I still hold him captive?"

"You are such a bad boy, you are really incompetent. Go find out her address!"

"Master, Master, what do you want to do?" Senior Brother Yun Hao was frightened by the Master.

"What can I do? Of course I'm going to pick up my beloved disciple and take him home."

Master Xuan Yang had a serious look on his face and a solemn expression.

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(End of this chapter)