Chapter 125: The road to immortality, no need for friends
Chapter 125: The road to immortality, no need for friends
The next morning, as the Taoist bell of Wendao Mountain rang, the sound of a horn mixed with the sound of the Taoist bell.
Tian Lin opened his eyes and got up from the bed. When he went out, he saw that the rooms of several disciples halfway up the mountain had been opened.
"The life and death stage has been opened."
Senior Brother Qian walked out of a small courtyard and then looked towards the fields and forests where Ji Ran lived.
However, Senior Brother Qian had a fight last time, and after knowing that Tian Lin had a flying sword, he never had any contact with Tian Lin again.
Having said that, now that Tian Lin is no longer the head disciple, what reason does Senior Brother Qian have to compete with Tian Lin?
"Why is there a horn blowing for a good immortal sect? It has become a mess and filled with foul smells."
Senior Brother Zhao cursed as he carried Taibai out of his room.
Everyone heard how nervous Brother Zhao was when he spoke, and even his voice was trembling.
Fortunately, Brother Zhao was not the only one who was nervous and scared, so no one laughed at him.
Senior Brother Qian, who usually doesn't get along with Senior Brother Zhao, even replied, "The Yaoyue Sect today is more like a mortal force than an immortal sect.
Ever since the division between red-robed disciples and white-robed disciples was established, when has Yaoyue Sect not gone out to 'fight'?"
Tian Lin didn’t know what kind of battles the red-robed disciples fought every day. Anyway, during this period of time, he often saw menial disciples carrying corpses back to the sect from outside.
"Okay, why are you talking nonsense? Let's go to Yuechi Mountain. Even if you are not in a hurry to go on the life and death stage, you can still observe the opponent's situation first."
Senior Brother Qian and his companions had been on the life and death stage once and were familiar with the process.
Tian Lin, Senior Brother Zhao and Junior Brother Jiang had never been on the life and death stage, so they were not familiar with the process.
When the group descended from Baihua Peak, they saw that many menial disciples had left their pots and pans behind and were running towards Yuechi Mountain in a mighty procession.
In theory, menial disciples also have the opportunity to become outer disciples.
Although in just two months, few of these menial disciples were able to challenge the former outer disciples, but at this moment, no one wanted to miss the opportunity to watch the battle.
When Tian Lin and his group arrived at Yuechi Mountain, the entire halfway point of the mountain was already crowded with people.
The rumbling sound of the waterfall could not cover the noise of the menial disciples. A group of people were noisy and lined up from the halfway point of Yuechi Mountain to the foot of the mountain.
"The life and death platform is located in the back mountain. There are five platforms in total."
Senior Brother Qian introduced to Tian Lin and the others, “Because there are too many people, and it will take a day or two to decide on the outer and inner disciples, the process is very simple. The first step is to let the menial disciples challenge the outer disciples.”
As they were talking, they finally arrived at the back mountain of Yuechi Mountain.
I saw that the wide area at the back of the mountain was already crowded with people outside.
"Have all the outer disciples from various peaks arrived?"
Suddenly, Elder Feng's voice was heard in the venue surrounded by menial disciples.
Tian Lin knew that the one presiding over this life-and-death duel was probably Elder Feng.
Sure enough, after Tian Lin and his group squeezed in, they saw Elder Feng standing alone on a high platform in the huge open space.
He looked down and said, "Outer disciples from all peaks, hurry up and get on the stage!"
Following Elder Feng's shout, Senior Brother Qian and several others kicked their legs, flew up from the crowd, and landed behind Elder Feng.
Tian Lin noticed that most of these outer disciples were wearing red Taoist robes, and there were less than ten people wearing white Taoist robes.
"Senior Brother Tian?"
Senior Brother Zhao looked at Tian Lin, as if he was following Tian Lin's lead.
Tian Lin knew that Senior Brother Zhao was very timid, so he seemed a little at a loss.
In fact, not only was Senior Brother Zhao afraid, but Tian Lin, who was armed with a sharp weapon, was also a little scared.
After all, it is a fight of life and death, and he is not the kind of person who likes to risk his life.
"Let's go, we are the only three left."
After Tian Lin finished speaking, he picked up Senior Brother Zhao with one hand and jumped onto the platform.
This platform is only about ten feet high, but it greatly broadens people's horizons.
Looking down from the high platform, Tian Lin could clearly see the errand disciples watching from the mountains and trees.
"All the disciples have arrived. Who wants to challenge us?"
Elder Feng asked, and a voice immediately rang out from outside: "Ao Lin, the servant disciple of Jianfeng, wants to challenge Senior Brother Jiang Ruo, an outer disciple."
A young man with a sword bag on his back walked into the stage from the crowd, his eyes looking at Junior Brother Jiang next to Tian Lin.
Tian Lin clearly felt that Junior Brother Jiang's body trembled.
Speaking of which, Junior Brother Jiang only has the cultivation level of the tenth level of Qi Refining.
If he had not followed Tian Lin to the Wenxin Sect, and if it were not for the fact that Elder Xiao, although he had a bad temper, was a relatively kind person, how could Junior Brother Jiang have been able to sit on the position of outer disciple?
But he had been an outer disciple for a month, and what was coming finally came.
"Junior Brother Jiang, why don't you just admit defeat?"
Senior Brother Zhao said something, and Junior Brother Jiang on the side became unhappy: "How can you admit defeat when you haven't even competed? It won't be too late to admit defeat when you really can't win."
He was annoyed that Ao Lin was the first to find him, but he took out his anger on Senior Brother Zhao.
Senior Brother Zhao was also a little angry, but now was not the time to quarrel.
Elder Feng, who was standing in front of the platform, turned his head and asked Junior Brother Jiang, "Jiang Ruo, what do you say?"
"Disciple, please show mercy, Senior Brother Ao!" Junior Brother Jiang responded to Elder Feng with practical actions.
While Elder Feng was asking questions, Junior Brother Jiang jumped up and smashed the sword on his back towards Ao Lin who was below the stage.
He shouted at Ao Lin to show mercy, but he threw the sword at Ao Lin before entering the arena. It was truly despicable.
But the people on the stage felt very sympathetic towards Jiang Ruo, because Ao Lin was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and was eliminated to the menial service yard only because of bad luck.
Ao Lin had been stuck in the menial service yard for a month, looking forward to the start of the life and death stage all the time.
This time he came back, obviously with the determination to win - Junior Brother Jiang, there was no way he could be a match for Ao Lin!
"You want to use the talisman paper to launch a sneak attack? Unfortunately, the talisman paper is still too slow when facing the enemy in battle!"
Below the stage, Ao Lin dodged Junior Brother Jiang's sword by moving sideways, and then without even picking up the sword, he raised his hand and slapped Junior Brother Jiang in mid-air.
Just as Junior Brother Jiang took out the two talismans from his arms, his body was blown to pieces by Ao Lin's palm.
In the strong wind, Junior Brother Jiang's intestines and flesh fell to the ground, and some blood, foam and feces floated to the platform.
Fortunately, Elder Feng raised his hand and waved, and the blood, foam and feces were instantly blown away to the south.
To the south, a group of errand disciples were crowding together. Even with his lightness skills, he could not avoid them. He could only be showered with blood, foam and feces.
The blood foam was fine, as almost all the people here were red-clothed disciples, but the fecal soup in the intestines was really uncomfortable.
"After Jiang Ruo's death, Ao Lin can become an outer disciple of Baihua Peak. Now, are there any other menial disciples who want to compete for the position of Baihua Peak disciple?"
On the podium, after Elder Feng finished speaking, Ao Lin, who was below the stage, jumped onto the podium and stood next to Tian Lin - this was originally the position just past where Jiang Ruo was standing.
"Disciple Qian Chao from Lianshui Peak would like to have a discussion with Senior Brother Zhao from Baihua Peak. I hope Senior Brother Zhao will be willing to teach me."
Among the errand disciples, a man in red clothes walked out.
The man in red had a big knife on his back and looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.
Tian Lin tilted his head to glance at Senior Brother Zhao. Senior Brother Zhao didn't say anything. He picked up the Taibai that Tian Lin gave him, turned around and walked down the stone platform.
Tian Lin discovered that Senior Brother Zhao looked very afraid of death before the battle, but once he was on the field, he became extremely calm.
This is probably a kind of talent, a talent that allows one to keep a cool head even in critical moments.
"Junior Brother Qian, you and I were both at Yaofeng back then, and we often drank and chatted happily, reciting poems and writing couplets. I never thought that in just two months, you have become a red-robed disciple, and I have become a white-robed disciple at Baihua Peak."
Senior Brother Zhao had a sad face, like a sentimental nobleman.
But in fact, after he visited the Wenxin Sect, he was almost sucked dry by the blood cultists.
Although his complexion has recovered now, when he becomes melancholy, he no longer looks as handsome as he did before, but instead looks like a wretched old man.
"Yes, you and I were carefree brothers back then, and we even invited each other to go and seek immortality together after becoming disciples of the sect. Who would have thought that now you and I would be facing each other with swords——"
As soon as he uttered the words "swords and swords", the sword had already stabbed Brother Zhao in the chest.
Outside the arena, many errand disciples cried out in surprise.
On the high platform, Shang Yu walked up to Tian Lin and said, "I don't know how this Junior Brother Zhao from Baihua Peak has learned some of your nagging temper."
Shang Yu had tried to tempt Tian Lin with the antidote formula for the Heart-Pain Poison several times, but was rejected by Tian Lin every time.
He said that Tian Lin was fussy, but he didn't know that Tian Lin was not poisoned, and he had already obtained the antidote formula for the Heart-Sorrow Gu in the illusion.
"I think that only people like Senior Brother Zhao can make more friends and have more people willing to help him."
As soon as Tian Lin finished speaking, another exclamation came from below.
Senior Brother Zhao, who was stabbed by the sword, was standing steadily at this moment. On the contrary, the disciple who suddenly attacked him was kneeling in front of Senior Brother Zhao.
"Junior Brother Qian, I didn't expect you to be so cruel to me! In fact, why should you and I kill each other for the position of outer disciple?"
The Taibai in Senior Brother Zhao's hand was still dripping with blood, and the disciple kneeling in front of him covered his shoulder, sneered and raised his head and asked:
"Yeah, who wants to kill each other? But if I don't kill you, will you give me your position as an outer disciple?"
Senior Brother Zhao was speechless for a moment, and the disciple said, "I didn't expect that in addition to the Taibai in your hand, you also wore a layer of soft armor."
"This is all because Senior Brother Tian and Senior Sister Xiao were willing to help, otherwise I would have really died in your hands."
Senior Brother Zhao sighed. He was not a kind-hearted person.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the Taibai sword drew a sword light.
Junior Brother Qian raised his sword to block, but his sword was not as sharp as Taibai's.
As the sword in Junior Brother Qian's hand broke into two pieces, the head on his neck instantly rolled to the ground.
"Zhao is here. Who else wants to take my position as an outer disciple?"
Senior Brother Zhao killed the man named Qian, wiped the blood off Taibai with the hem of his clothes, and looked at the chores disciples who were watching the fight with some excitement.
For a moment, many people were overwhelmed by his aura and did not dare to speak.
"Haha, you're right. This guy turned defeat into victory by relying on things borrowed from others."
Shang Yu was a little surprised, then he laughed: "But in the end, those who survive by relying on the pity of others are destined not to live long. The road to immortality can only go further if you fight and seize it yourself -
I don’t have any friends, and I don’t need any.”
After Shang Yu finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and said, "Elder Feng, now that we have fought two battles to compete for outer disciples, it is time for us outer disciples to challenge the inner disciples, right?"
(End of this chapter)