My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang was very upset. He had finally helped the Tianjian Sect to make such a great contribution, but not only was he not rewarded, he was also banned from using the banner.

What a bunch of sons of bitches.

When I finish the main story, I will come back and kill you all.

Forget it, the mission is important.

Chen Lang thought for a moment. From the visual point of view, this mission should not be too difficult. The opponents are all disciples of the same sect, and the highest cultivation level will not reach the golden elixir.

This is also the reason why he is preparing to do it in advance.

However, the specific level of the opponent still needs to be carefully inquired. Chen Lang has been in the sect for half a year, but he has been there very little time, so he doesn’t really know much about this aspect.

He first returned to Wangyue Mountain, but the gate was closed and Zhong Haoran was not there.

Chen Lang could only change his plan and find a passerby to ask.

Then, he came to the Goddess Peak.

The Goddess Peak is very quiet, and there are not many people today. When I came last time, there were still many female disciples walking around, and some of them were quite good-looking.

Suddenly, a vine sprang up from the ground and wrapped around Chen Lang's ankle.

Then another vine came with a whistling sound and whipped him in the face.

Chen Lang grabbed the vine and looked around, "I'm not looking for you, don't get in the way."

"Get out of here."

Zhao Yuerou's face was cold, and she pinched the seal with her hands. Three vines appeared from behind her and soared into the sky, straight like a sword, with a green light, and a taste of being very amateur and playful.

Chen Lang glanced at it, and the Three Life Plate emerged from his palm. After a few moves, he tied Zhao Yuerou up with vines and carried her up the mountain.

"Where are the people? Why did Junior Sister Yuerou come to pick me up alone?" Chen Lang came to the house on the mountain, and no one greeted him.

Several female disciples appeared, and when they saw it, they were horrified, "Chen Lang, put Senior Sister Zhao down!"

"She was the first to do it."

Chen Lang said, looking around, "Is Su Qingchan here? Where is your peak master? I want to ask something."

"Su Qingchan is not here. The peak master is in seclusion. Please come back another day." The female disciple said.

"Really?"

Chen Lang took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and stuck it into the ground. Suddenly, black air spread along his ankle to the surroundings. The sky was dark, and the wind poured into the yard. Sobbing sounds were heard.

"Stop."

The next moment, countless sword lights tore through the haze and fell from the sky. When Chen Lang saw it, he took the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This really scared the female disciples. In just a moment, they felt the strong smell of death, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

The head of the Goddess Peak, Murong Jing, came and saw Chen Lang and Zhao Yuerou, who was carrying Chen Lang on her shoulders and holding her mouth tight to endure the grievance, and sighed softly:

"You really don't regard the sect as your own home."

"Nonsense." Chen Lang said, "I treat them as fellow disciples, but they treat me as a bargaining chip and don't appreciate it at all."

"Have you ever treated them as fellow disciples?" Murong Jing said, "Think about what you have done. So many innocent disciples were kidnapped by you, and some died in vain. You only care about your credit. Aren't their lives lives?"

This is why she didn't want to see Chen Lang. Many people were kidnapped from the Goddess Peak this time, and they all had opinions. As the head of the peak, she must express her position.

But she is also just a disciple, and she has to act according to the attitude of the elders.

Chen Lang shook his head, "Please understand clearly. I kidnapped them, but most of them are alive. If it weren't for me, they would have died by the hundreds."

After hearing this, Murong Jing was speechless for a moment, and then just waved to the female disciples, "You go down first."

"Can you put me down first?" Zhao Yuerou asked coldly.

Chen Lang threw her onto the long coffee table next to him. Murong Jing helped her untie the vines in a few moves and shook her head:

"Why do you want to fight? I just asked you to tell him that Su Qingchan is not on the mountain."

"I was just trying my magic power. I held back and he caught me by surprise." Zhao Yuerou rubbed her wrist.

"Then don't hold back this time." Chen Lang sat next to him and hooked his finger.

"You're sick."

Zhao Yuerou rubbed her wrist and left.

"Your way of doing things is indeed simple and direct." Murong Jing sat opposite him, "but it works."

After Zhao Yuerou came back, she was in a bad temper, which was the reason why she fought with Chen Lang. She thought she was going to have a big fight today, but unexpectedly Chen Lang solved it so simply and rudely.

"You are right. It is you who helped the Tianjian Sect reduce its losses this time. I was not thoughtful enough and was affected by their complaints."

Murong Jing generously admitted that what she said was wrong, "But Su Qingchan is really not here this time. You can talk to her when she comes back."

"Where did she go?"

"She went to practice outside and prepare for the ancestor worship."

"Is she going to participate too?" Chen Lang was surprised. This is the 82nd session. Could it be that in the plot, she went earlier?

"Her situation is a bit special. Granny Si hopes that she will go earlier to try her luck."

"That's perfect. I also want to ask about this." Chen Lang said, "If she is not here, then I will ask you."

"I haven't participated for many years. I can't provide you with any information." Murong Jing refused.

Chen Lang fell into a brief thought.

"Why, do you want to tie me up too?" Murong Jing said, "I heard that Elder Zhong's disciples are all extraordinary, but I have never had the opportunity to learn from them. I am happy to accompany you today."

"Forget it then." Chen Lang got up and left. If he didn't say anything, he would.

"I won't see you off." Murong Jing said.

Zhao Yuerou came back after Chen Lang left. "Look at him. He doesn't understand anything. If I were you, I would beat him up."

"Don't humiliate yourself. You can't beat him." Murong Jing exposed her shamelessly.

"At least I took action, otherwise it would seem that our Goddess Peak is easy to bully."

"You make it easier to bully once you take action." Murong Jing refuted mercilessly, "If you are like this, I am worried whether you can be competent for the position of Peak Master in the future."

"..."

"Okay, okay, I will listen to you in the future." Zhao Yuerou nodded in agreement. At least the Peak Master refused to tell Chen Lang the news, and she was still very happy.

Not long after Chen Lang left, a paper crane suddenly appeared in the air, circling and floating.

He grabbed the paper crane and opened it. It was a paper book with beautiful handwriting on it.

"It's about worshiping ancestors in the ancestral temple." Chen Lang was very surprised and looked up to find the direction of the paper crane.

On the top of the mountain, Murong Jing, dressed in green, stood for a moment and turned away.

The content of the paper book was very detailed.

From the beginning to the end of the ancestral worship, the whole process was described, and some precautions were also mentioned.

The general situation is that the ancestral temple worship is not a simple trial, or even public, but a ritual for the ranking of the various families of the Tianjian Sect.

During the ancestor worship activities, all families will send their children to compete, but it is not as simple as testing talent, but a competition of the sect's foundation.

This competition has no rules, no restrictions on means, and the only default rule is that participants must be disciples and cannot exceed the Jindan level.

At the same time, Murong Jing reminded in the handwritten letter that although the participants' cultivation is not high, it is very likely that means exceeding the foundation-building level will appear during the period.

After the ancestor worship is over, the names of the top ten players will be engraved on the ancestral stele of the ancestral temple and become formal Tianbang disciples. They can access the most core resources of the sect, and this is basically the end.

"No restrictions on means!"

"Then why do you still want to restrict me?" Chen Lang said.

Murong Jing seemed to know Chen Lang's thoughts very well, and specifically reminded him that if he used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he might be banned.

"Damn, it's great to have a family."

Chen Lang could see what this handwritten letter meant, because "family" was mentioned no less than twenty times from beginning to end, which was clearly telling him that he was not suitable.