Chapter 98 The Demonic Attack
Chapter 98 The Demonic Attack
"Lei Yuzi and Lin Fan, true disciples of the Great Song Dynasty's Zixiao Sect, present a string of purple silver stone bracelets to wish Master Turtle great happiness and a prosperous Crane!"
There was a lot of discussion on the field, and everyone was praising Master Gui for being so prestigious that even the major inland sect, Zixiao Sect, sent people to celebrate his birthday.
On the stage, Master Gui kept nodding his head, his eyes narrowed into slits with smile, and he obviously felt very proud.
But in fact, he knew what was going on. The Zixiao Sect, a big sect of cultivation, was full of masters. There were a lot of old monsters in the sect, and there were many Yuanying Zhenjun. They would not pay any attention to a cultivator like him from overseas.
If his subordinates had not happened to find out that Lei Yuzi, the true disciple of Zixiao Sect, was traveling in the East China Sea, he would have hurriedly sent out invitations to invite him, but no one would have paid any attention to him.
Originally, he thought that it didn't matter even if Lei Yuzi didn't send any gifts. After all, people from the big immortal cultivation sect had come, which was already a great honor.
There is no need to spend money on such trivial things as gifts, but I didn’t expect that these two disciples of Zixiao Sect were so particular and gave such big gifts every time.
At that moment, Master Gui quickly raised his hand, stroked his beard, and looked very pleased:
"My dear nephew, you are too polite. In the early years, I had a very pleasant conversation with Elder Ge Ming of your sect who was in the Jindan stage. He also had an indissoluble bond with the Zixiao Sect. I wonder how Elder Ge is doing now?"
Master Gui took the opportunity to chat with Lin Fan, looking very friendly. He was also hinting to the East Sea cultivators in the audience that he had a wide range of friends and even knew a giant like the elder of Zixiao Sect.
Naturally, the people in the audience were full of praise.
Lin Fan had a puzzled look on his face, as if he was wondering which mountain in Zixiao Sect had an elder named Ge Ming?
After all, theirs is a large sect of cultivation, different from the ordinary small sects, and only the Yuanying Zhenjun can be given the title of elder.
Didn’t you see that among the Jindan stage people who came to celebrate the birthday before, there was a Jindan Zhenren named Fairy Xiao, who was born in Linyuzhai, a major sect in the South China Sea that can be compared with the three major sects in the inland, and she was called the protector.
Speaking of the Jindan stage, if one can become an elder in Zixiao Sect, there is probably only one place in the outer sect.
Lin Fan vaguely had an impression, but his face was slightly hesitant: "But it's Elder Ge Ming who is in charge of the Zixiao Sect's outer sect's miscellaneous affairs department and is responsible for the purchase of spiritual beast fodder."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.
All the guests opened their mouths wide, as if they couldn't believe that Elder Ge, the giant of Zixiao Sect who had been boasting about by Master Gui in the East China Sea for so many years, was actually just a purchaser in the outer sect's menial department, responsible for purchasing pet food!
Master Gui was also confused at this time. He had met Elder Ge Ming in a sea market in the East China Sea a hundred years ago.
After I learned of his identity, I hurried to get to know him. At that time, he was very busy, as if he was buying some bulk materials, and I just chatted with him casually for a few minutes.
But how would he know what they do? Anyway, it's enough to brag about it and fool those country bumpkins in Donghai.
Who would have thought that this would backfire on him, as the people he invited from the Zixiao Sect told the truth, causing him to lose all face.
But Master Gui is Master Gui, he has lived for hundreds of years, he is old and wise, and he is still thick-skinned. He was just slightly embarrassed at the moment, and laughed it off:
“Haha, it’s not important.”
Everyone in the audience came to their senses and quickly responded, "Yes, yes, it doesn't matter."
Lin Fan also knew that he shouldn't dwell on this matter too much, so he simply changed the subject and spoke again:
"The purple silver stone bracelet I just gave you is only the first gift. I have a second gift for you."
The embarrassment on Gui Zhenren's face disappeared, and he smiled again, thinking that although this great sect's true disciple was outspoken and lacked some worldly wisdom, he was very particular about etiquette, nothing to complain about.
There is more than one gift!
"My dear nephew, why don't you take it out quickly and open the eyes of me and my fellow practitioners present."
Lin Fan bowed in response, rummaged through his storage bag, and pulled out a piece of silver foil covered in Sanskrit.
"This piece of silver foil is extremely mysterious. Not only is it a high-level magical weapon, it also contains a soul-stirring secret technique."
"Oh?"
Everyone became interested and leaned forward to watch.
Lin Fan began to introduce its origins.
"The original owner of this item is Zen Master Xingtai, a well-known casual cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage in Jiangdong. A few days ago, I passed through Jiangdong and was spotted by this monk, who was planning to kill me."
Lin Fan became excited and started waving his fists.
"This bald donkey had bad intentions, how could I just sit there and wait for death? So I fought with him and finally used my meager strength in the Qi training stage to forcefully kill such a terrifying Foundation Establishment stage master!" "Now I will present this unexpected treasure to the real person as a prize!"
……
Lin Fan's words were full of hidden meanings.
Many people in the audience showed expressions of understanding and suddenly realized.
It turned out that this true disciple of Zixiao Sect, who was in the Qi Condensation Stage, had jumped over the ranks and killed a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. So he wanted to become famous in one fell swoop with the help of the East China Sea event and take the opportunity to publicize his achievements as a qualification for future promotion in the sect, so he found an excuse to use it as a birthday gift.
It is said that disciples of the righteous path love to spread their fame everywhere and strive for status in the sect with their military achievements and merits. Today I saw that it was indeed true.
Lei Yuzi and Lin Shan, who were sitting in the back seats, looked at each other, then looked at the smug Lin Fan in the center of the front field, and thought to themselves, "You are worthy of it."
Master Gui didn't believe in his heart that he had killed the monk, but he still had to force a smile.
"Oh my! My dear nephew Lin Fan is indeed worthy of being a true disciple of a great sect. He can kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Qi Training stage. What will happen if he becomes a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the future? Maybe he can be on par with people like me at the Golden Core stage."
After saying this, he motioned to his left and right. To give face to Master Gui, the Jindan-stage masters who came to congratulate him all smiled stiffly and praised him a little. But in their hearts, they all disagreed, and few believed that Lin Fan had killed the person himself.
After all, the gap between the foundation-building stage and the Qi-training stage is so huge, who among the present has not come all the way from a low-level cultivator? Naturally, they understand the water in it.
The divine consciousness is released, the sword is flying, objects are controlled in the air, and the exploration is a hundred meters. How can the magical power of the foundation-building stage be compared with that of the Qi training stage?
What? You mean the small magical talisman?
Not to mention that a young man in the Qi training stage has this thing, we in the Jindan stage don’t have such a treasure. There are very few Jindan cultivators who can perform minor magical spells, let alone talismans!
Due to the respect of Zixiao Sect and Gui Zhenren, everyone flattered and praised Lin Fan, and finally made him satisfied. He walked back leisurely and sat back in his seat with a smug look on his face.
When Lin Shan and Lei Yuzi saw him come back and sit next to them, they quietly moved away, fearing that others would recognize that they were in the same group.
……
After this little episode with Lin Fan, there was an endless stream of treasure offerings. Master Gui was obviously still in high spirits and responded by personally taking care of everything.
This kind of East China Sea event has been held for several sessions, and the organizers have been able to handle it with ease.
However, when the treasure-giving ceremony was about to come to an end, an accident occurred.
I saw three beams of light flying in the distance from the sky. After sensing their momentum and speed, I realized that they were all Jindan-stage cultivators. And seeing that they came together at the same time, it seemed that they had planned the time well.
"Hahaha! How can we be absent from such a grand event? Fortunately, we didn't miss it despite our haste."
The guests put down their glasses one after another and looked up at the three figures in the sky, feeling that they seemed to have bad intentions.
Master Gui frowned slightly. He had no impression that he had invited these three people, but he still stood up and greeted them from a distance: "I don't know who the three Taoist friends are. If you are here to celebrate my birthday, you may come down and take a seat."
Replies came from the horizon from two men and one woman, and the Jindan-stage wire was deployed unscrupulously, with a mocking tone in their voices.
"The guardian of the Demonic Hundred Ghosts, Mo Yuxiao."
"The guardian of the Demonic Blood River Palace, Yin Wuming."
"The guardian of the Black Lotus Sect, Yan Yuanchun."
"It is not a respect to offer such a small gift to Master Gui!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three bloody heads were thrown at Master Gui's feet.
The audience was silent.
(End of this chapter)