Chapter 381: The Youth is Innocent, but He is Guilty of Possessing a Treasure
Faced with Shi Li's invitation, Wuming did not agree at first. His eyes fell on her long hair.
The crimson light passed through the raven-feather-like long hair, as if it was dyed with a layer of soft light.
The evening breeze gently lifted the ends of my hair and brushed across the wide sleeves.
Shi Li lowered her head and suddenly remembered that she had walked out with disheveled hair. She immediately looked embarrassed and took out a plain jade hairpin from her Qiankun bag.
In front of Wuming, she quickly tied her hair up, looking casually like a chivalrous woman in a martial arts novel.
"Okay, can you go now?"
The girl's face flushed with a slightly suppressed red, as if she was on the verge of losing her temper.
Wuming couldn't help wanting to laugh, but fortunately because of the mask, no one could see his expression, so he nodded silently.
"Let's go."
Xuanxiao Sect is very big.
From the sect leader to the uncle sweeping the floor outside the gate, there are at least several thousand people in total.
The sect spans six mountain peaks and has no shortage of scenic spots.
For example, on the back mountain peak of Shili, there is a patch of pink fairy trees growing naturally. When the evening breeze blows slowly, the branches and leaves sway, which is gentle and romantic.
Shi Li did not bring Wuming to the back mountain, but consciously walked towards the sword edge.
As the name suggests, a powerful being once ascended to heaven and left a mysterious sword intent on the mountain. Every day, diligent disciples come here to comprehend it.
Even if you can comprehend one or two points, it will be of great benefit to your own cultivation.
It was once rated by gossipy disciples as the most lively place in the sect.
Shi Li brought Wuming here, of course, for his own reasons.
She usually keeps a low profile, and few people in the sect pay attention to her. Now that she has brought Wuming back, not many people know about it.
Only by showing her face in a crowded place can she let most people know that Wuming is the person she is protecting, and avoid any embarrassment in the future.
The intention is absolutely good.
As usual, many disciples of Xuanxiao Sect gathered in twos and threes under the sword.
Although there were many people, they all looked up at the remaining sword intent on the top of the peak in a trance. Some people even meditated on the spot, and the scene was very quiet.
Most of the disciples' cultivation was at the Qi Refining Stage. When Shi Li, an elder at the Nascent Soul Stage, came here, he would definitely attract the disciples' attention as long as he did not deliberately restrain himself.
As soon as she approached, a quick-witted disciple saluted her and called her "Elder Shi."
Shi Li nodded one by one.
Wuming stood beside her and naturally received a lot of attention.
The disciples of Xuan Xiao Sect also gossiped in private, but no one dared to do anything in front of Elder Shi Li, and at most they would secretly glance at each other.
Shi Li achieved her goal. Her eyes curved unconsciously like two lovely crescent moons. She raised her head and motioned Wuming to look at the sword intent at the top.
"See if you can comprehend it a little bit?"
Wuming looked up obediently, and a sense of awe came over him.
He had heard of Xuanxiao Sect's sword intent before. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was not only shocked, but also realized something new from it.
In the spiritual consciousness, there was a faint feeling of a new power emerging, which felt very similar to the Nascent Soul that was about to be born.
Wuming was stunned.
His Nascent Soul had long been torn to pieces and devoured by heavenly thunder and demonic beasts. How was that possible?
However, the vague existence in the spiritual consciousness was indeed very similar to the last time when the infant was formed, and was even more powerful than the last time.
Shi Li could not see all this mysterious stuff, she could only see Wuming staring at the sword intent in a trance, his eyes seemed not to blink.
The sword intent left by the ascended master on the mountain peak contained supreme mysteries. It was the limit for ordinary disciples to stare at it for a breath or two, but Wuming did not even blink.
This was a good thing for comprehension, but Shi Li still secretly worried for him.
He stood by and held his breath, not daring to breathe.
Until the moon became dim and a thin crescent moon quietly climbed up the top of the mountain.
The surrounding disciples retreated in twos and threes, and only a few people were left on the mountain.
Wuming finally moved, blinking his eyes before looking around and whispering softly, "It's been so long."
"Congratulations, you are about to enter the foundation-building stage." Shi Li's face showed unpretentious joy, she was happier than when she herself had formed a baby.
"Yeah." Wuming's eyes flashed slightly, and he opened his lips, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
"It's getting late, go back. You can come here anytime you want."
Shi Li didn't know that Wuming's cultivation was far more advanced than this. Thinking that it was getting late, he asked to go back.
The two of them walked back together, passing by a lush and dense forest, and happened to hear a few young disciples gathered together and gossiping.
One of them mentioned Yuan Xingche's name.