Chapter 411 The World Influenced by Xuan

Chapter 411 The World Influenced by Xuan

Just as Du Ruoheng took Li Ming away from the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Qingxu.

In front of the nearly vertical cliff, endless thick fog is rolling, making people feel depressed from the bottom of their hearts at the first glance.

The Mei Xiu who was live streaming here to gain popularity has disappeared.

After all, the Mei cultivators are just a group of 'emotionless' practitioners.

When the heat is on, he comes faster than anyone else, and when the heat is off, he leaves very cleanly and neatly.

As decisive as the 'sage mode' after finishing the job...

Cough!

In short, after the popularity of Qingxu died down, almost no charm cultivators were willing to come to this desolate place.

Not only is it dangerous, but the traffic volume is also not that high.

However, there are many more practitioners coming here to take risks and seek wealth and fame at the risk of their lives than before.

The main reason was that he had crushed many dangerous beasts in Qingxu before, which reduced the danger level. In addition, the bones of those beasts were also very good materials...

But these have nothing to do with Xu Xing.

Somewhere inside Qingxu.

Next to a pile of rocks, the surging gray-black fog made visibility extremely low. Fine dust was also floating in the fog, and the dust contained a strange power that could distort and pollute the divine mind.

If one's realm is lower, one will be affected by it if one is not careful and fall into an endless illusion.

In the dangerous gray-black fog, Xu Xing held in his hand a purple-gold fruit that he had just picked.

It is covered with auspicious clouds and surrounded by purple mist. The surface is only a thin layer of crystal clear skin, which seems to break if touched lightly, revealing the sweet flesh inside.

"Just here..."

The fog was so thick that even when looking forward, I couldn't see the ground clearly.

But it has no impact on Xu Xing.

Be it fog or the ground, neither of them served as any barrier at the moment his eyes fell.

In an instant, Xu Xing's gaze passed through the Taixuan Realm, crossed the infinite heights, and fell on the boundless, eternally lonely chaotic sea.

In the chaotic atmosphere, countless worlds were seen floating up and down.

As the worlds were being created and returning to the abyss, the broken crystal wall fragments were shattered into magnificent civilization light under the enormous pressure of the 'momentum' of high and low, but in less than a billionth of a second, they were completely annihilated and disappeared.

The world below the 'baseline' is too fragile, and has been struggling on the brink of collapse every moment since its birth.

After completely gathering his own strength, Xu Xing's gaze swept across the world.

The first thing that caught his eye was the familiar Return to Void energy worlds in the nearby realms—the Floating World, the Three Heavens World, and the technological starry sky world where he had sent out his sword spirit body to guide the extraordinary revival, etc.

Because of the repulsive force of the Taixuan Realm, there are no traces of him left in other worlds except the Fuliu Realm.

Xu Xing didn't care too much. He just glanced at it casually and began to look for the world that had been influenced and changed by Xuan.

He wanted to choose a more cruel one among them as the training world for this Immortal Sect Competition.

In the vast sea of ​​chaos, if it had not been for Xuan's deliberate cover-up, it would have been basically impossible to filter out the pieces.

But now it's different.

Dots of purple light, bright or dim, are densely distributed throughout the chaotic sea, stretching into the distance.

The brighter the purple light is, the more influence Xuan has exerted, and the more solid the previous 'Anchor of Return to the Origin' is.

Passing through one world after another, Xu Xing's gaze finally stopped on a world that was not in the surrounding area and whose energy level was Return to Void!
It is not the realm leading to the Beast God Realm, but another direction.

I saw a blazing purple light surrounding the crystal walls of this world, constantly flowing back and forth, swallowing up chaos. Now that it has lost its mysterious cover, the whole world is filled with a vast, primordial aura.

…………

Mysterious world.

Ever since the founder of the 'Xuanqi' master founded the 'Tiangui Jiling System' many years ago, immortals and mortals have been completely separated.

All the spiritual energy in the mortal world has been drained away, not a single bit left.

Therefore, no matter how good the qualifications of ordinary people in the mortal world are, it is impossible for them to embark on the path of cultivation on their own. Only when the sects enter the mortal world to recruit disciples will there be a chance for them to embark on the path of cultivation.

However, although it is difficult for mortals to seek the truth, those who practice Taoism also live in dire straits because of the existence of the "Heavenly Track Spiritual Absorption System".

Tianling Sect.

It was established by Patriarch Xuanqi. Ever since the 'Heavenly Track Spiritual Absorption System' was perfected and Patriarch Xuanqi transformed himself into the Heavenly Track, he has overwhelmed all the major sects in the world and has become one of the three righteous sects in the Xuanxiang world, and has firmly sat on the top position.

The other two sects must pay 30% of the total amount of their cultivation achievements every year as offerings.

Now, it is time for a new batch of disciples to join the sect.

Outside the gate is a huge bluestone square.

The thick fog was rolling and the inspiration was so rich that it seemed tangible, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

But no matter whether it was the cultivators holding spears and wearing armor around the square, or the outer sect elders of Tianling Sect at the top wearing dark green robes, they all closed themselves off and did not breathe in or out at all.

On the contrary, some of the 'seedling' level disciples who had just entered the sect, wearing light green uniforms and looking like young leek seedlings, could not help but try breathing exercises because they had just learned the cultivation method.

Among these disciples, a young man who looked a little thin lowered his head, held his breath and concentrated, not daring to breathe out the slightest idea.

In Tianling Sect, everything belongs to the sect, including these new members!
After a while, more and more disciples could not help but start breathing in the rich spiritual energy floating around them.

The outer sect elder, who was sitting high on the platform and dozing with his eyes closed, seemed to have noticed something, and a smile appeared on his fair face.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at the Seedling-level disciples in front of him who were absorbing spiritual energy, and his smile became more and more like an old farmer who was about to have a good harvest.

Those who can join the Tianling Sect are all people with excellent qualifications.

He waved his hand, and a disciple at the ninth level of Qi training came trotting over and bowed to listen.

"Write down all the disciples who have first-class spiritual power of Tu Na, and find them later to sign spiritual contracts of corresponding levels according to the share of Tu Na."

"Yes, disciple has made note of it." The disciple at the ninth level of Qi training said respectfully.

But when he stood up and looked at those disciples who were consuming spiritual energy, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Sadness, irony...it's hard to tell the difference.

After he left and returned to his original position, the elder slowly stood up.

With a flick of his sleeves, the rich inspiration was swept away, and the thick fog merged into the cuffs like a tornado.

almost.

These new seedlings are the sect's property. If there are more, they will probably be targeted by the Law Hall. Those ruthless guys are not easy to deal with.

Moreover, he had cut off a portion of the new seedlings from the sect, and the remaining first-class spiritual energy could be used as a fine.

As for taxes...

Twelve and one-third spirit stones.

The Zhanglutang is so fucking shady that even fines require taxes!
But fortunately, there is still money to be made.

With his mind racing, the elder figured it out and looked at the new seedling in front of him, saying loudly:
"From today on, you are all seedling-level disciples of the Tianling Sect. I hope you will practice diligently and not let the sect down."

The clear voice spread throughout the square, and some disciples who didn't know what they were going to face looked excited.

"We are grateful for the saintly virtue of Grandmaster Xuanqi!" all the seedling-level disciples said in unison.

The elder nodded slightly, then looked at the several high-level Qi training disciples behind him and said, "Go."

"Disciple, obey."

Several disciples bowed and walked towards the many disciples below, leading them to different places.

The seedling-level disciples in the square dispersed sparsely.

The elder looked into the distance, feeling emotional. In a few years, when this batch of new seedlings mature, he should be able to collect enough tax to advance to the Golden Core stage.

Thinking back to the demeanor of Jindan Zhenren in his memory, he yearned for it more and more.
……

……

Leaving the bluestone-paved square, we entered a smooth mountain road that continued to wind forward.

The thin young man, that is, Mu Yong's team, was led away by a young man with a stern face who looked like he didn't want to be approached by strangers.

At this moment, the stern young man was explaining some precautions.

"Remember, from the moment you enter, your flesh, blood, internal organs and even your soul no longer belong to you. Everything you have is the property of the sect."

Wow!
This sentence caused an uproar among the Miao-level disciples, but Mu Yong remained calm.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded like thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the uproar died down, and everyone was shocked by the sound.

"If you don't want to be taken away by the Law Office to be refined as a corpse tomorrow, shut up and listen to me!"

The show of force was obviously effective. Even though their faces turned pale, no one dared to speak.

"You are all 'Seedling' level disciples now. The sect taught you the 'Heavenly Spirit Qi Training Art', and you have to pay it back!"

"So, every day you practice, a bit of spiritual energy will be taken away as interest."

"When you have accumulated 365 strands of spiritual energy, you can redeem yourself and become a disciple of One Leaf."

"If the spiritual power you submit every day is less than a strand..."

The stern young man suddenly turned around and laughed sinisterly.

"Hehe! The first time I will dig out half of your spiritual sea, the second time I will dig out all your meridians, the third time I will directly charge them into the Zhanglu Hall to refine corpses, and refine your soul into the awakening lamp oil."

Call ~
The mountain breeze blew, and everyone felt a little chilly, and an idea emerged in their minds.

Isn’t the Tianling Sect the leader of the righteous path?

Mu Yong clenched his fists and said nothing.

Although many seedling-level disciples were somewhat afraid, no one backed out as they had finally gotten the chance to become an 'Immortal Master'.

Soon they were led to an open space by the cold young man, and everything in front of them suddenly became clear.

Looking up, you can see the jade-like palaces and towers looming in the distant clouds and mist.

The spiritual veins are like a stream, rushing down in a mighty manner.

Colorful rainbow bridges span the sky, colorful lights are coming and going, cranes and auspicious beasts spread their wings and soar, creating a fairy-like atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, many seedling-level disciples were fascinated. At this moment, they even forgot everything they had just heard.

Compared to going in and out of the blue sky, riding the wind and controlling the air, what does a small price matter?

Seeing them like this, a hint of sneer flashed in the cold young man's eyes.

"Okay, you guys stay here and you are not allowed to enter the fifth-level spiritual area."

Looking at the bare ground in front of him with only a few figures sitting and breathing, a seedling-level disciple couldn't help but ask, "Brother, where do we live?"

"The cheapest thatched cottage costs one wisp of spiritual power per week. If you want to live there, I can take you there." The stern young man smiled.

The seedling-level disciple paused, opened his mouth but dared not say anything more.

Glancing at everyone, the stern young man suddenly smiled and said, "Each of you owes me a ray of spiritual power, don't forget it."

Mu Yong was stunned for a moment, and then he bowed and asked before everyone started to make a noise: "Excuse me, Senior Brother, why is this happening?"

It is their duty to guide new disciples. If they collect spiritual energy indiscriminately, they will be noticed by the Law Hall.

"Just now you guys were making trouble, and I cast a spell to calm them down. Doesn't that cost me some spiritual energy?"

It was just a spell to frighten the gods, but...

Mu Yong knew that it was not the right time yet, so he stopped talking.

"Remember, you must return it to me in seven days!"

Having said this, the stern young man turned and walked away.

Looking at his back, Mu Yong took a deep breath, stepped into the open space, and began to practice with his eyes closed.

What he practiced was the "Tianling Qigong Method".

Although he knew better ways of practicing, he did not dare to use them.

But those cultivation methods need to be purchased from the sect, and he can't afford any of them.

As for those cultivation methods that have not yet appeared, I would rather not use them!

……

……

The practice lasted for countless years, and in the blink of an eye, it was night.

The moon and stars dotted the sky, and the light of the Rainbow Bridge Spiritual Vein illuminated the open space.

Huh~!

Exhaling a breath of foul air, feeling the three pure spiritual powers flowing in his body, Mu Yong stood up and walked towards the bushes beside him.

He grabbed a handful of old leaves that were about to die, stuffed them into his mouth and started chewing them. All the tender leaves had been eaten.

The bitter taste filled his mouth. He chewed it up expressionlessly before swallowing it, while practicing the "Tianling Qi Training Method" to digest it.

This is the only commendable thing about this damn sect.

Some people who had come here before and were still "Miao" level disciples looked at him in surprise.

This person actually developed spiritual power and successfully found a way to survive so quickly.

After eating several handfuls in a row, new sprouts began to grow from the places where he had just pulled out the leaves.

The Tianling Sect encourages its disciples to eat grass.

After all, you eat grass, but what you squeeze out is cultivation!

Is there anything better than this?

Just as Mu Yong grabbed another handful of old leaves, he saw a faint green light in the forest in front of him. Looking further ahead, he saw two people walking on the mountain path.

Both men were dressed in black robes, and if you looked closely, you could hear almost no footsteps, and one of them seemed to be holding a corpse in his hand.

The other person was holding a green lantern, the green light was cold and creepy.

In the green light of the lanterns, there were vague shadows like ghosts swaying.

There were bursts of mournful howling.

"I dare not seek death! Disciple, I dare not seek death!"

"Forgive me once! Forgive me once!"

The screams and wails came from the lantern, as if someone was experiencing inhuman torture.

Mu Yong grabbed Old Ye's hand a little harder and watched the two disciples of the Law Hall walk away. His expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Damn Tianling Sect."

It’s all because of this damn sect.

He turned the whole world into a place where neither humans nor ghosts existed, and yet he still called himself the leader of the righteous path! (End of this chapter)