Chapter 1 Something big happened Wanjian Sect, Xijian Valley, Ningcuitan. Covered by spiritual mist, the upturned corners and flying eaves are faintly visible. Looking closer, it turns out to be a hexagonal pavilion built in the pond. The pavilion was paved with green jade. Taoist Qingyuan, with his silver hair loose and his white robe slightly open, was sitting cross-legged on the Qingxin cushion with a murderous look on his face. On his knees, a transparent fairy sword kept trembling; around him, ice kept spreading, and soon even the surface of the water was covered with thick ice. The birds and beasts saw that the situation was not right and flew away. Only the spirit fish at the bottom of the pond has not received the news. The water temperature dropped rapidly. The fish was filled with anger. It put its fins on its hips and jumped up, just about to go crazy, but when it saw the iconic silver hair, it quietly fell back down. Before it fell into the water, it flicked its tail and jumped out of Ningcui Pond. Then, with a "thump", it dived into the stream flowing down the mountain and went downstream in a hurry.
Such a big thing happened today, and the news has already spread throughout the sect. Taoist Qingyuan has always been a respectable person. He probably doesn't want anyone to laugh at him, so it's better for him to stay away! The sun rose and the moon set. After an unknown amount of time, the Mingming Immortal Sword finally calmed down. The person in the pavilion spoke calmly: "Does that evil creature know he is wrong?" The young disciple Yang Xingchen was practicing sword on the ice outside the pavilion. Upon hearing this, his movements became faster. A few days ago, the eldest senior sister stayed at home in the cave as usual. No one knew what she did. The magma full of spiritual energy that had accumulated underground for countless years rushed up madly, and even the mountain-guarding formation could not suppress it. The process was so brutal that I won’t go into detail. Just talk about the results. The Taxue Peak became a crater, and the five masters and apprentices lost a huge amount of wealth and became homeless. Now the eldest sister was beaten up by the master and thrown into the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance. The master would get angry when she saw the fire. Only by sitting here surrounded by water, closing her eyes and chanting the Heart Purification Mantra frantically could she restrain the urge to kill her with a knife. The second senior sister has not returned from her training, and the third senior sister has not returned from visiting friends. He, the youngest senior sister, is left to face all this alone. I want to cry, I really want to! The day before yesterday he said: "The bottom of the cliff is not a place for people to stay, and the senior sister is injured..." The master squinted at him and said, "If you dare to go see her, I will break your legs!" Yesterday he said: "I wonder if Senior Sister is cold or hungry..." The master still squinted at him and said, "If you dare to give her wine, I will break your hand!" Today, the master took the initiative to speak, and the humble little disciple thought he was trapping him for law enforcement, so he didn't dare to say anything to him. Taoist Qing Yuan snorted coldly, stared at him with the side of his eyes, and repeated his previous words through voice transmission. His tone sounded as if he would skin him alive if he dared to play deaf and dumb again! Only then did Yang Xingchen put away his sword, went up to the pavilion, and listened to the instructions with his hands down.
The situation won’t get any worse anyway, so just go along with him! Taoist Qing Yuan looked at his little disciple and felt secretly conflicted. As the disciples' cultivation became more and more advanced, the range of spiritual energy they needed to absorb and exhale during cultivation became larger and larger, and Taxue Peak was no longer able to accommodate them. In addition, he had already advanced to the God Transformation Realm and was eligible to apply for a new mountain top, so recently he had been secretly inspecting the vacant mountains in the sect, preparing to move. I didn't expect that if I wasn't careful, my big disciple would tear down my house. It was dismantled so thoroughly. Taoist Qing Yuan punished his eldest disciple severely, not only because he felt ashamed, but also mainly because he wanted to give that troublesome trouble a hard time. Otherwise, if we demolish the house now, won’t we have to demolish the sect in the future? His eldest disciple has been a troublemaker since he was young. He has been his disciple for more than two hundred years, and he has always been either causing trouble or on the way to causing trouble. But she is naughty and mischievous, and every time she causes trouble, she is very confident and justified - "Doing research means walking on a path that no one has walked before, so it's impossible to have an easy road. Master, can't you bear to see your disciple make progress?" As a teacher, you can't be so narrow-minded. This kind of apprentice can only be tolerated with gritted teeth. After a long time, he became so depressed that his temper changed. Think of him, a cold-faced immortal who was once famous among the nine sects and eighteen schools, and who people would mistakenly believe was practicing the ruthless way. Ever since he became a master, he has become a person with a bad temper. It was fine in the past, as the eldest disciple didn't like to go out, and he wouldn't embarrass himself in public, so he could still tolerate it. This time, with such a big commotion, other sects will know about it in a few days. Especially the Tianyin Sect, which is the closest to him and with which he has been friends for generations, has more than 100,000 disciples. Who knows how they will laugh at him! Once upon a time, there was a Yuanying Zhenjun in the Tianyin Sect who raised a spirit dog and loved it like a treasure. However, it ended up tearing the beautiful peak of the sect, which was full of flowers and famous for both sects, into pieces. During that period, people from the Wanjian Sect would laugh whenever they mentioned each other. They say she is incompetent and can't even take care of a pet. It was a spiritual animal after all, how could he say it was inhumane? His eldest disciple was a well-known genius, and he didn't know what excuse to make... I was so angry that day that I beat that evil creature up. I don’t know how he is doing now. After all, when he wasn't making trouble, his baby was pretty well behaved. Whenever there was a new invention, the first thing he would do was to run to him to show it off. When he was a kid, when he went out to play, someone gave him a magical fruit, even if the skin was broken by squeezing it on the way, he still couldn't bear to eat it and insisted on taking it home so that he could have the first bite... Recalling the past, Taoist Qing Yuan felt both distressed and angry, and was extremely conflicted. The young disciple looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, not daring to breathe. She is worthy of being the eldest sister. Even though the master was so angry, he calmed down on the third day. If it were someone else, he would probably be locked up at the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance until death. After a moment of silence, seeing that his master didn't say anything, Yang Xingchen whispered tentatively: "Then, shall I go and fetch the senior sister?"
Yang Xingchen started joining the sect at the age of two. He was picked up and raised by the eldest senior sister. The two have always had a good relationship. He has been sticking to his master these days just to get his master's warrant. Taoist Qing Yuan's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he immediately glared at him - Do I look so unprincipled? When the eldest senior sister was not around, the master was always cold and taciturn, and would often give a look to let the master understand for himself. Seeing this, Yang Xingchen immediately put away his thoughts and said seriously: "The Cliff of Repentance is quite close. Practicing sword skills requires a balance between tension and relaxation. I wonder how the senior sister is doing..." Taoist Qing Yuan had an immortal demeanor and frowned slightly: "Since you insist on going to see it to feel at ease, then go ahead! The legs are on your body, and no one can stop you!" Yang Xingchen: “…” This kind of master, after reading through all the classics, history books, and miscellaneous collections, he couldn't find even a single word to accurately describe him! Never mind, Senior Sister is more important. It's rare that Master agrees to go, so it would be nice to go and take a look. Fortunately, the worried junior brother flew up the flying sword and left the Sword Washing Valley in the blink of an eye and headed straight for the Cliff of Repentance. Siguo Cliff is indeed not far away, right next to the main peak. In less than a quarter of an hour, he had arrived at the floating square at the entrance. When they arrived at the no-fly zone, Yang Xingchen put away his flying sword and headed straight for the white tower that pierced the sky not far away. This is where the sect’s law enforcement hall is located. Even with the master's tacit consent, he would first have to meet the head uncle and get his approval before he could go to the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance. As he approached, a corner of the towering black cliff behind the white tower appeared. It faces southeast, overlooking the entire Wanjian Sect. It looks like a serious and upright elder, but also like a big devil emitting infinite terror! This is the sect’s important place, the Cliff of Repentance. The material of the cliff is special. It does not contain any spiritual energy. It is extremely hard, but it has strong spiritual conductivity and can meet the needs of depicting complex formations. According to the records of the sect, the founder built the mountain gate here because he liked this cliff. After that, it took another hundred years to build it. Each floor and even each small dark room has different functions, and can be used to detain disciples with different levels of cultivation. Basically, once the disciples have been to the Cliff of Repentance, they will not dare to make the same mistakes again, and will memorize every rule of the sect as soon as possible after coming out. The Qinghuan Realm has experienced several waves of liberation in its history, and the old-fashioned and conservative world of cultivation has changed a lot. Today's children value freedom, care about personal feelings, and are much more individualistic. In short, the team is becoming increasingly difficult to lead. While other sects were plagued by various troubles, the Wanjian Sect had always been doing well. I have to say that the founder was really far-sighted. Generally speaking, Yuanying Zhenjun has already stepped into the threshold of high-level cultivators and rarely comes here. Only she keeps repeating yesterday's story.
The junior brother was worried about his senior sister, and since he was homeless, he hadn't slept for the past few nights. With dark circles under his eyes, he walked to the entrance of the White Pagoda. The poor little brother was still thinking about how to talk softly to Uncle Qingfeng so that he could send something to the eldest sister, when he heard a loud noise. Then, right under his eyes, the entire Siguo Cliff turned into bean-sized black sand, and in the blink of an eye it slid along the cliff into the Taizhen Cold Pond under the square. "Shh-" It only takes a moment. The round cold pond turned into a crescent in an instant, and the rising black ash covered the sky. The once extremely solid small dark room in Siguo Cliff is now only left with a glowing frame. Yang Xingchen's pupils trembled! A pale golden formation that covered the sky and the sun rose up almost at the same time, reflecting the panic in everyone's eyes. The mysterious runes shone, resisting the sudden extreme cold waves, and in the blink of an eye they were frozen into a white ice wall full of bubbles. Yang Xingchen felt something in his heart. He looked up and saw that Uncle Qingfeng's black robe was bulging. He didn't know when he stood in the air. With one hand grasping the air, he controlled the little disciples who couldn't fly swords to float above the cold pond. With the other hand, he held his eldest sister, his face as cold as frost: "Tell me, what good thing have you done?!" New project started, Manager 3 said a few words: 1. If I write period literature again, I will be a dog. 2. There are currently drafts on file, and the update time will be 7 am in the future. 3. There are three updates today. Please be sure to give me a click to invest in my new book. 4. The manuscript of the book "Back to the 3s: The Self-cultivation of the King of Volumes" in March is stored in the reader group. Be careful if you are a die-hard reader. Just join the group and pick it up. (End of this chapter)