Chapter 314
Spirit Sea Genius
Chapter 314 Spirit Sea Genius
Wei Tianxiong arrived quickly. After entering Lingxiao Academy and learning about the situation, he couldn't help but complain, "Sect Master, you really just fill me up wherever you need me! I have to study formations, teach disciples, and lead teams on adventures. Now you want me to go to some ghost city?"
Zhang Yuchun and Chu Jing were somewhat embarrassed and both looked away.
Wei Tianxiong's words made them feel ashamed. Unlike their management authority, Wei Tianxiong genuinely created benefits for the sect and promoted its development. Although he had only been a member for a few years, he had already earned their heartfelt admiration.
Li Qingqiu stared at Wei Tianxiong and said, "This ghost city may be related to the Wanyin Sect, and Yuan Li is also in the city."
"Yuan Li is here too? Then I have to go. How could you send him to do such a trivial matter? He should be in seclusion cultivating. Ghost City, right? Who will lead the way for me?" Wei Tianxiong shouted, his eyes wide.
Chu Jing immediately said, "Senior, please follow me."
Wei Tianxiong immediately urged him to leave, muttering "Yuanli" under his breath.
After the two left, Zhang Yuchun turned to Li Qingqiu and couldn't help but ask, "I've wanted to ask this for a long time: why is he so concerned about Yuan Li? Is it just because of his talent? Why don't he care about Yun Cai, Zhao Zhen, and Jian Du?"
Apart from Yun Cai, the other people's talents are really not on the same level as Yuan Li's.
Li Qingqiu, who possesses many destinies, is able to make an objective assessment of this matter, but he cannot say it explicitly.
“Because he wanted revenge, and Yuan Li gave him hope,” Li Qingqiu replied.
Zhang Yuchun remained silent. Although Li Qingqiu did not reveal Wei Tianxiong's background, the higher-ups could guess that he was no ordinary person and it was reasonable for him to bear a deep-seated blood feud.
Judging from Wei Tianxiong's cultivation level, his enemies must be formidable.
"Alright, you can go and get back to work."
Li Qingqiu stood up and said this, then walked towards the back mountain.
Looking at Li Qingqiu's retreating figure, Zhang Yuchun felt a sense of loneliness for some reason.
Although he was still inside the Qingxiao Sect, he felt that he was getting further and further away from Li Qingqiu.
Talent is something that not only young disciples care about, but also senior disciples like them.
Zhang Yuchun knew that his talent for cultivating immortality was mediocre. Not to mention compared to Li Qingqiu, he was even inferior to his other junior brothers and sisters.
"Perhaps I will be the first among us to die, but that's fine too, at least I will be the happiest."
Zhang Yuchun thought to himself, then stood up and walked toward the archway of Lingxiao Courtyard.
The sunlight was dazzling, and everything on Qingxiao Mountain seemed full of life, even the people were full of fighting spirit.
……
The Evil-Suppressing Pagoda is located at the lowest level underground.
In a dark, gloomy cage, Yan Qing lay on the ground, wriggling like a reptile. His hair was disheveled and mixed with blood, and his clothes were dirty and stinking.
"Young cultivator, you can't even hold on already?"
A contemptuous, mocking laugh came from the side; the prisoner locked in the next cell was none other than the Black Demon Monkey.
Unlike Yan Qing, the Black Fiend Monkey was still hanging in the air, unable to move. He tilted his head and looked down at Yan Qing in the darkness.
Since Yan Qing came, he felt much better. He wasn't afraid of pain, but he was afraid of boredom. Watching Yan Qing suffer was like watching a good show.
"I'm not some minor cultivator..."
Yan Qing gritted his teeth, his heart burning with anger.
Not only did he end up in such a state, but there was also a demonic monkey beside him who mocked him every day.
In the past, he could have easily killed such a monster; how could he have endured such humiliation?
He, Yan Qing, was originally a renowned genius in the Spirit Sea. After a conflict with his senior brother, he left the Spirit Sea alone. He roamed the ocean with high spirits. Later, he saw a high-level magic ship and thought it was good. He wanted to seize it by force, but a person jumped out of the ship and knocked him unconscious with a punch.
He still feels a chill when he recalls that punch.
The tortures he endured at the Demon-Suppressing Tower were far less terrifying than that punch; he felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
Because he was knocked unconscious by a single punch, he was looked down upon so much. He took advantage of this and pretended that he was not a genius of the Spirit Sea, waiting for a chance to escape.
Although he tried to suppress his feelings, he really couldn't stand hearing the wild monsters he used to despise mocking him.
"If you're not, then what are you doing lying there? If I were you, I wouldn't move. That bastard He Jinshu is going to come and torture us again soon."
The Black Demon Monkey snorted coldly, his anger rising at the mere mention of He Jinshu.
His flesh and blood could heal itself, but He Jinshu's relentless pursuit of his flesh and blood clearly indicated ulterior motives. Faced with this unknown conspiracy, he was also apprehensive.
Yan Qing didn't reply; he lowered his head and stopped moving.
He calmed down and carefully considered how to escape.
This prison is no ordinary place; it has all sorts of complex restrictions. The Black Demon Monkey even said that Qingxiao Sect was a small sect, but this is clearly the kind of restrictive foundation that only a major sect would have.
That ignorant mountain monkey adds the word "little" to everyone he meets!
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a way to escape.
Gradually, he began to regret it.
If he hadn't clashed with his senior brother, he would still be a genius in the Spirit Sea, able to participate in the Genius Tournament and become famous overnight.
His master had said that he was a genius that only appeared once in a hundred years in the Spirit Sea, and that he could defeat a senior with the eighth level of the Spirit Realm with only the fifth level of the Spirit Realm cultivation. How brilliant he was!
Foolish!
How utterly foolish!
Yan Qing shed tears of regret, thankfully he was in darkness. "The dueling tournament is about to begin again, who do you think will be the winner?"
"It must be Hu Yan. He's only twenty-four years old and he's already at the ninth level of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. His cultivation speed is terrifying."
"What if he breaks through to the Spiritual Consciousness Realm ahead of schedule?"
"There's no need for that. He can wait. If you were in his shoes, wouldn't you want to participate in a martial arts tournament and make a name for yourself?"
A murmur of discussion came from outside the cell door.
Can a 24-year-old at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm be considered the number one genius?
He transcended the tribulation and achieved the Spiritual Consciousness Realm at the age of twenty-three!
Yan Qing was disdainful. Once he returned to Linghai, he would definitely ask for help and crush this sect that he had never even heard of!
Just then, the cell door in front of him opened.
He looked up and saw that the disciple he feared most had arrived again!
It was He Jinshu.
He Jinshu lived up to his name, exuding a scholarly aura and appearing gentle and refined, with a smile often on his face. However, in Yan Qing's eyes, he was a demon, with extremely cruel methods.
"I've discovered that your flesh and blood absorb spiritual energy more easily than that of ordinary people. Perhaps I can learn from you why people have different aptitudes, and where those differences lie."
He Jinshu came up to Yan Qing and looked down at him, saying.
These words sent chills down Yan Qing's spine. He had begged for mercy before, but now he could only endure all the torment.
We must persevere, otherwise all the suffering we've endured will have been for nothing!
Yan Qing closed her eyes, ready to let He Jinshu do as he pleased.
……
The martial arts tournament is still a year and a half away, but news of it has already spread throughout the Nine Provinces and the Northern Border. The Emperor of the Northern Border has also sent word that he hopes to bring his children to watch the martial arts tournament of Qingxiao Sect, and Li Qingqiu has agreed.
The land of Kyushu and the northern border have a deep-seated grudge, but after decades of turmoil, the people of the world now yearn for peace.
The people are happy that the two places are on good terms, but the powerful and wealthy may not feel the same way.
Li Qingqiu often heard that the Xuan Dynasty and the Northern Border were secretly assassinating each other's officials. The grudges that could not be discussed in the imperial court were moved to the martial arts world.
Li Qingqiu had no intention of interfering in this matter.
He couldn't please everyone. As long as the two dynasties respected Qingxiao Sect and obeyed, that was enough. As for the open and covert struggles under the rules set by Qingxiao Sect, let them be.
It's August now.
Sun Moxing, who had returned to Ziyang Island to report on his mission, finally came back.
He was gone for several years. If Li Qingqiu hadn't seen that his loyalty had increased rather than decreased, she would have really suspected that he had betrayed her.
To be precise, it was a series of betrayals.
Sun Moxing was very excited to return to Qingxiao Sect. He was even more flattered when Li Qingqiu personally met with him.
“I went back and explained the mission, but they didn’t ask any questions. They just dealt with it perfunctorily. For Ziyang Island, the land of demons is far away and poses no threat to them. They are just taking precautions and occasionally sending disciples north. In the next few decades, they will not send disciples north anymore.”
Hearing this, Li Qingqiu felt relieved.
Cultivation sects are not necessarily enemies, but he dared not gamble. Before he became strong enough, he hoped that Qingxiao Sect would not appear in the eyes of other cultivation sects.
Recently, he felt that this matter was becoming increasingly difficult, because as the sect grew and expanded, Qingxiao Sect also needed to go to more distant places to find resources. There was some truth to the fact that the Nine Provinces were considered a wasteland.
After reporting the important matters, Sun Moxing hesitated for a moment.
"What's wrong? Just say it." Li Qingqiu asked, staring at him.
Sun Moxing took a deep breath and asked, "Sect Master, does Qingxiao Sect need me to poach people? I can bring a group of disciples from Ziyang Island to join Qingxiao Sect!"
Upon hearing this, Li Qingqiu frowned.
Wei Tianxiong's existence proves the benefits that a mature cultivator can bring.
But not everyone is as powerful as the elder of the Divine Origin Sect.
Li Qingqiu asked, "Why?"
Sun Moxing gritted his teeth and said, "My spiritual root aptitude is mediocre. I have some friends whose aptitude is similar to mine, or even worse. They are not doing well on Ziyang Island. They can't see any hope of becoming immortals and can only live a muddled life. They don't have much of a sense of belonging to Ziyang Island either. I think they can be turned. Although their spiritual root aptitude is not good, they have been on Ziyang Island for so many years. What they have learned can benefit Qingxiao Sect."
Upon returning to Ziyang Island, the feeling intensified: Ziyang Island was unpopular.
The distinction between immortals and mortals is too profound on Ziyang Island; aptitude and strength determine everything.
But Qingxiao Sect is different, and all of this stems from the Hunyuan Scripture.
Sun Moxing had already regarded the Hunyuan Scripture as a divine skill. He knew that if this scripture were to spread to the Tianming Sea, it would surely cause a bloodbath. Therefore, he did not reveal the Hunyuan Scripture to anyone. This was also something that Li Qingqiu had warned him about.
He believed that once he brought those friends to Qingxiao Sect, the Hunyuan Scripture would win them over.
His words made Li Qingqiu think.
Whether to accept it or not, there are advantages and disadvantages.
It's still past midnight!
(End of this chapter)