Chapter 430: Learning from a Good Teacher stayed where they were until the sun set in the evening, but the two peerless masters did not return. As time passed, the faces of the elders and disciples of the Feixian Sect, who were full of confidence at first, began to change subtly. "Master, will you win?" Some people clenched their fists silently and prayed in their hearts. Several elderly elders were silent and lost in thought, simulating and replaying their speculations about the battle in their minds many times. When night fell, more and more believers and onlookers gathered around, and the news could no longer be suppressed. It spread like wings across the mountains and rivers of Kyushu and overseas countries. #The Return of Trinity Demon #ProvokeFlyingImmortalCult #The True Murderer of the Nine Kings' Fall #The strongest battle between two people Various topics, like a wave, have become the hot search on the Internet, causing many heated discussions and almost paralyzing the servers of some websites. In this era, the Feixian Sect has captured more than 99% of the people's hearts.
Hundreds of millions of humans practiced the "Spiritual Enlightenment Sutra, Volume 1" taught by it, thus opening the door to cultivation. They were also protected by the leader of the Feixian Sect and thanked for the salvation, so they all stood on the side of the Feixian Sect. The support rate for the Trinity School is less than half a percentage point. Most of the warriors and awakened ones were complaining that when all parts of Jiuzhou were being invaded by supernatural creatures and now was the time to work together, why did Jiang Mo insist on breaking with the Feixian Sect and going to war? If both sides suffer losses, it is unknown how many cities will be affected. Especially the leader of the Feixian Sect. If he dies accidentally and no one is willing to assist the Nine Departments and the Security Council to suppress the Demon King, Jiuzhou will be trampled by the giant beast and suffer widespread grief. Rely on the Demon Lord? It is even more impossible. Judging from the alliance between him and the Demon King, perhaps he never cared about how chaotic the world was. From the beginning to the end, he was just protecting his own family. Compared with the life and death of the two masters, those who participate in the condemnation and comment on it actually care more about whether their life interests are damaged. Two days passed in a flash, and Kyoto gradually returned to peace. No disaster struck, and there was no specific result as to the outcome of the two leaders. Even the elders in Feixian Sect had no idea. They only knew that the leader had returned to the secret realm. The situation might not be as optimistic as they imagined. At the same time, global forces' assessment of Jiang Mo's strength has reached an unprecedented level. Judging from the battlefield ruins in the Pacific on the morning of the 27th, as well as the intelligence privately collected by elite troops from various countries, it is currently certain that there were 6 demon kings and 4 sect leaders who were clearly killed in the battle. This record alone is enough to rank above all the strong ones! The so-called warriors at the king level can hardly be compared with him. The Feixian Secret Realm is mysterious and vast, with towering peaks and misty clouds. The ragged leader returned to the sect's forbidden area with serious injuries. He was dishevelled, bloodstained, and looked guilty. He knelt stiffly in front of a dusty stone door and whispered to himself: "My disciples are incompetent and have been defeated miserably by the enemy. Our sect is now in danger of collapse. I beg you to have mercy on us, the younger generation, and lend a helping hand." Even though there was no response from inside the stone gate, Sect Leader Feixian still explained the whole story in detail. "Master?" He knelt there in a daze, not getting a response for a long time. He felt a little frightened, and couldn't accept the bad possibility in his heart.
The old man has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and his life or death is unknown. He even added trouble at the critical moment and brought a powerful enemy to the sect. At this moment, he was filled with incomparable regret. His eyes turned red and crystal tears dripped to the ground. Master Feixian cried silently for more than two hours, kneeling on the ground, feeling miserable and unable to find a way out of the dilemma. After a long time, a sigh came from inside the door, and an old and kind voice echoed in my ears. "Fool, that man is the Lord of the Imperial Realm. You are destined not to be his opponent. The only one who can deal with the Lord of the Imperial Realm is the Lord of the Imperial Realm." "Master?! Master!? You are still here!!!" The sudden conversation and the reversal of the two extremes instantly made the sadness of the Feixian Sect Master fade away by half. He was still in shock and choked with sobs and cried: "That's great, disciple, I thought you had passed away." "Oh? You little brat, you really look down on me, your teacher." The voice that came through the stone door was somewhat teasing. "You don't have to be discouraged. You have been too successful along the way. You have never experienced the tempering of despair. If you don't polish jade, you won't be able to become a useful person. This experience can also be regarded as a lesson for you." "Besides, it's not shameful to lose to him." "That might be the reincarnation of the last old ghost of Trinity. Whether in terms of experience or cultivation, he is much higher than you. When my master was alive, he was just his junior. Even the sages of his generation could not suppress his brilliance." “Master, do you mean he is the Supreme Mingyao?!” Sect Leader Feixian was incredulous. "It's just a possibility. I haven't seen him, so I don't dare to jump to conclusions. Maybe he is the successor. However, his appearance is a good thing for you." The old man's voice was mixed with a little envy. For an old monster like him who had cultivated for four or five hundred years, he didn't care much about the so-called grudges. Even if he heard that his disciples were beaten twice and the other party wanted to destroy the sect, he was not angry, and even calm. First, he was absolutely confident in his strength. As the master of the realm, as long as he was alive, no one could shake him in this world. Second, there was no need. It was neither worth starting a war nor necessary to start a war. "Master, what do you mean?" The headmaster of Feixian was a little confused. He was almost defeated by his inner demons. His arms were like leeks, being broken again and again. He had narrowly escaped the brink of death twice. How could this be a good thing? "Foolish child, I think it's because of your poor discipline and excessive indulgence, as well as the flattery of your disciples, that you have developed this kind-hearted but arrogant character." "Ah, do you think that being defeated by Xuan Zun, who has been undefeated all your life, is a great shame and a stain on your life?" ".Disciple dare not lie to Master. I did feel unwilling, but I have always suppressed and erased those inappropriate thoughts." The Feixian Sect Leader bowed his head, his voice trembling a little. "When you see a virtuous person, you think about it; when you see a virtuous person, you reflect on yourself." "Think about it, I, your teacher, have failed before. Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, what's the point?" "In the end, all my former friends and enemies have turned into dust. Only I have come this far, and I have gone even further, so far that no one is walking with me. The whole world is silent." The old man inside the sect shared his past with his disciple, and suddenly felt lonely. He said helplessly: "Xuan Zun is stronger and more open-minded than you, so you are afraid of his brilliance? This is ridiculous." "You were wrong from the beginning. You were too eager for quick success. You wanted to harvest all the faiths, melt them into one, break through the bottleneck, and gain the recognition of your master?" "But Xuan Zun appeared. In an era without you and us, he gained the respect of all living beings. You subconsciously regarded him as the biggest threat, and you were even unwilling to look at him and acknowledge him." "You are afraid. You are afraid that he will take away everything in the world that you can get but does not belong to you." The old man's words were like a sharp blade, cutting open the poisonous sore in Feixian Sect's heart and releasing the pus of jealousy, resentment, and anger.
"You should be thankful that you have met a reasonable person. What you did in the mortal world is just a dispute of the Tao." "If your cultivation is not good enough, you will be dead if you die. The fact that you have lived until now and still have some self-respect for you, and that you have not been defeated miserably in front of the whole world, is already a great tolerance from him, and is also a message to your master." "My disciple was reckless and I know I was wrong. I beg Master to tell me how to overcome the difficulties of the sect next." The Feixian Sect Leader couldn't make up his mind. The Boundary Breaking Shuttle was too important. He didn't dare to let it out, and it was still in the hands of the old man. However, Jiang Mo specifically asked for it, otherwise, there would be a war. Now he was in a dilemma and even prepared to withdraw from the secular dojo. "If he wants it, just give it to him." As the words fell, the closed stone door slowly opened, shaking off the dust and letting out a rotten smell. It was pitch black inside, devoid of any life. Only a light blue light flew out quickly and landed in the hands of Feixian Sect Leader. It turned out to be a columnar magic weapon that was crystal clear and engraved with countless patterns. "Rumble" Afterwards, the stone door closed again. Master Feixian looked anxiously, but could not see his master, so he was inevitably disappointed. Soon, his consciousness was pulled back by the harsh reality and he seemed a little hesitant. "Master, if we give it to him, our safety will no longer be guaranteed!" "It's just a useless shuttle. It can't determine the overall situation." "With me here, no one can cause any trouble." The old man said nonchalantly that his life should have ended, but he finally took a difficult step and his cultivation had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even when facing the Mingyao Supreme who amazed an entire era, he was not afraid. It is an ironclad fact that the sages and teachers are not as good as that person. It is only them who are not as good as him, not him. "Go and apologize sincerely, and send back the things you found in the demon kings' lairs. If there is not enough, you can draw from the sect's treasury to make up for it. By the way, tell him on your behalf that I am very interested in him. If there is a chance, I hope we can sit down and discuss the Dao." The old man smiled faintly. To the leader of Feixian Sect, it was a catastrophic event, but in his eyes, it was just a few ripples on the lake. "After several decades, centuries, or even hundreds of years, everything that happened today will be insignificant to you by then." "Your talent is still above my master's. Perhaps you will go even further than my master in the future. It is not a bad thing to have a Xuanzun who always stands in front of you. When you reach the highest level of cultivation, you will find that it is a blessing, instead of just competing for superiority. In the end, everything will be silent and no one will walk with you anymore." The old man advised earnestly, and Feixian Sect Leader seemed to understand, but not quite. He bowed his head to the ground again and responded with tears in his eyes. "Master, I, as a disciple, must be careful in what I say and do, and not be too competitive!" "I promise you a hundred years, grow up well, idiot" "Before the sky falls, your master will hold it up for you. A hundred years from now, you will take care of everyone for your master." In a trance, Master Feixian seemed to see the shadow of an old man smiling at him. Thinking that his Master not only did not pursue any faults but also had infinite expectations of him, he could no longer hold back his emotions, tears flowed like a flood, and he was as sad as a lost child wandering in the rain at night. When his crying gradually stopped, the stone door fell into silence again, without any sound, as if it had never been opened. Only the World-Breaking Shuttle in his hand still had some residual warmth, proving that the old man had once been revived. (End of this chapter)
