Chapter 78
Guan Xuanzi keeps sending me messages, asking about An'er in his words, which is ver
However, when Uncle Wu arrived first, he was greeted by a full eighteen golden dragon phantoms.
Wu Bo was immediately alarmed. He stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to cast a defensive spell, blocking the eighteen golden dragons that were coming towards him.
Seeing this, Xuan Yi behind him instantly understood the whole story and silently slowed his pace.
It turns out they were practicing martial arts.
Yes, how could there be an enemy attack within the Holy Bright Sect?
Both he and Uncle Wu were just confused because they were worried.
However, Wu Bo released a defensive spell and stood behind the defensive barrier, but his expression was somewhat one of enjoyment.
He kept smiling and nodding, watching gently as the golden dragon phantoms roared toward him.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. It seems that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms isn't without its merits."
Who says the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are bad?
These golden dragon phantoms have a very dragon-like style, and I am very pleased with them!
However, Shen Shuan was not in a good condition at the moment.
Nothing more than that, I was originally under pressure to work hard, thinking that I'd just see if my sister could roll her hair up or not.
But as he practiced, another system notification sounded: […Collecting Mingyan, 200 emotion points.]
Shen Shuan was initially delighted, but then suddenly remembered something and was immediately heartbroken, so heartbroken that she could not breathe, and even her hands went limp.
No, in the original book, when the ancestors wanted to spy, they all did it together!
It's terrible that she didn't get to know all the ancestors.
The ancestors must all be exceptionally talented individuals, which means she must have lost a lot of emotional energy that day?
Shen Shu'an suddenly felt that she was no longer capable, and even the sunflower hairpin in her hair wilted.
Xuan Yi, who had already slowed his pace, quickened it again upon seeing this, and stepped forward, asking, "Shen Shu'an, what's wrong?"
His gaze swept across the courtyard and saw dust flying everywhere. There were several large craters in front of Shen Shuan. Judging from the appearance, he should have just been practicing his skills. How did he end up in such a state?
After finally admiring the eighteen golden dragon phantoms, Uncle Wu stepped forward and asked with concern, "Yes, young master, what's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"
Shen Shuan looked up at the two of them, then thought of the latest notification on the system panel.
"Wu Bo and Xuan Yi's tension and worry level is 500 points." She felt a warmth in her heart, but because the loss was too great, she couldn't adjust her emotions in a short time.
Under the moonlight, half of the girl's profile was illuminated by the moonlight, as white and clear as jade, while the other half remained quietly hidden in the night, evoking a sense of melancholy.
Her eyelids were half-closed, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings. She looked up and said, "Uncle Wu, Xuan Yi, I'm under so much pressure!"
Shen Shuan felt a strong sense of agreement from the duck in her mind. The host's stress level was already 60 points, so of course the stress was high.
As she spoke, Shen Shu'an clutched her chest and said earnestly, "I'm only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment now, and my speed is still too slow! I don't know if I can win in the competition."
"Therefore, I must work even harder!"
Wu Bo and Xuan Yi: "...?"
What is she saying?
Xuan Yi looked unusually bewildered, his pupils dilating as he carefully scanned Shen Shu'an's face, trying to discern whether the two hints of sorrow were genuine or feigned.
Uncle Wu silently looked at the pile of stones and debris around him, then looked back at the broken gate lying quietly on the ground.
No, young master, I really don't understand what you're saying.
Who's under more pressure?!
……
Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Holy Ming Sect.
The battle-damaged version of Ancestor Mingyan uttered the same sigh as Shen Shuan in the mirror.
"Sigh, An'er, even Grandmaster is under immense pressure."
"Isn't this also a kind of lineage passed down from master to disciple?"
Mingyan sighed deeply, panting heavily.
His robes were now tattered, his white hair was disheveled, and even a few strands of his long beard had been burned.
However, opposite him were the four peak masters, also battered and bruised.
However, the four of them were glaring at each other angrily. They had clearly agreed to fight Ming Yan together, so how did they suddenly start fighting each other?!
The Myriad Laws God and the Void Ruins God were alright; the spiritual light on their robes had dissipated, but they remained intact, though slightly disheveled.
Fu Lu Zhenren and Zhen Yue Shenjun had their faces burned black, looking just as disheveled as Ming Yan.
The Mountain-Suppressing God touched his face with a wronged hand, wiping away the black ash. "Wanfa, why do you always burn me? And that lightning, is it to temper my body?"
Master Fu Lu touched his storage ring with a pained expression. He was heartbroken to have just spent a thousand high-level talismans.
If these talismans were handed over to the Wanbao Merchant Guild for sale, each one could fetch fifty top-grade spirit stones.
"Alas, I've also invested real money, and you have no idea how much I've lost by competing with you!"
Fu Lu Zhenren was short and usually always smiling, but at this moment his face was scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.
"You two are practically crippled, what use are you? You don't contribute a single bit!"
Wanfa angrily rebuked them, saying that these two had no skill whatsoever and were just there to make up the numbers when they fought Mingyan.
Seeing that another argument was about to break out, Mingyan quickly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Can't I just back down?"
Mingyan was also amazed; this was the first time in the past ten years or so that these people had taken things so seriously.
Although he felt he could still put in a few more hours of his old body to work, An'er's talent was such that if she was interested, it wouldn't be a big deal for her to cultivate a few minor paths!
However, Mingyan shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, my judgment was still too good. I took a liking to this girl at first sight. Alas."
Upon hearing this, Wanfa, Wangxu, Fulu, and Zhenyue fell silent, staring intently at Mingyan.
That smile on his lips was simply too glaring.
Provocation, blatant provocation!
Mingyan met the gazes of the four people and immediately sensed something was wrong. He hugged the magic sword in his arms tightly again. "Hey, everyone, we really can talk this over."
"We'll be arriving at the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion tomorrow. Lately, Guan Xuanzi has been sending me messages, trying to find out about An'er. It's very strange."
As he spoke, Mingyan stroked his chin and said suspiciously, "I suspect that old man also has his eye on An'er, but I don't know how he found out."
Upon hearing this, the other four immediately became serious and frowned.
"Ha, so even the people of my Holy Bright Sect have been targeted by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?"
Wanfa raised an eyebrow, and then lightning flashed at his fingertips. "If he really has that intention, I'll temporarily truce you and deal with him first!"
The other three nodded in unison; as fellow disciples, they naturally prioritized defending against "external enemies."
……
Meanwhile, Shen Shu'an had finally managed to persuade Uncle Wu to leave after much persuasion.
She lay plump and coiled on the bed, with her round body sleeping soundly beside her.
[Ding, host, 500 points of tension and excitement have been collected from Qiao Pingsheng.]
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shuan opened her eyes wide. Brother Qiao, no, Brother Qiao, why are you thinking about your little sister all of a sudden?
Unbeknownst to them, a hundred miles outside the Holy Bright Sect, in the ranks of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Qiao Pingsheng, dressed in black robes, gazed at the Holy Bright Sect with tears in his eyes.
"Ah, we're almost there! Sister Shen, your little brother's here!"
"And late autumn, here I come!"
Wu Bo was immediately alarmed. He stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to cast a defensive spell, blocking the eighteen golden dragons that were coming towards him.
Seeing this, Xuan Yi behind him instantly understood the whole story and silently slowed his pace.
It turns out they were practicing martial arts.
Yes, how could there be an enemy attack within the Holy Bright Sect?
Both he and Uncle Wu were just confused because they were worried.
However, Wu Bo released a defensive spell and stood behind the defensive barrier, but his expression was somewhat one of enjoyment.
He kept smiling and nodding, watching gently as the golden dragon phantoms roared toward him.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. It seems that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms isn't without its merits."
Who says the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are bad?
These golden dragon phantoms have a very dragon-like style, and I am very pleased with them!
However, Shen Shuan was not in a good condition at the moment.
Nothing more than that, I was originally under pressure to work hard, thinking that I'd just see if my sister could roll her hair up or not.
But as he practiced, another system notification sounded: […Collecting Mingyan, 200 emotion points.]
Shen Shuan was initially delighted, but then suddenly remembered something and was immediately heartbroken, so heartbroken that she could not breathe, and even her hands went limp.
No, in the original book, when the ancestors wanted to spy, they all did it together!
It's terrible that she didn't get to know all the ancestors.
The ancestors must all be exceptionally talented individuals, which means she must have lost a lot of emotional energy that day?
Shen Shu'an suddenly felt that she was no longer capable, and even the sunflower hairpin in her hair wilted.
Xuan Yi, who had already slowed his pace, quickened it again upon seeing this, and stepped forward, asking, "Shen Shu'an, what's wrong?"
His gaze swept across the courtyard and saw dust flying everywhere. There were several large craters in front of Shen Shuan. Judging from the appearance, he should have just been practicing his skills. How did he end up in such a state?
After finally admiring the eighteen golden dragon phantoms, Uncle Wu stepped forward and asked with concern, "Yes, young master, what's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"
Shen Shuan looked up at the two of them, then thought of the latest notification on the system panel.
"Wu Bo and Xuan Yi's tension and worry level is 500 points." She felt a warmth in her heart, but because the loss was too great, she couldn't adjust her emotions in a short time.
Under the moonlight, half of the girl's profile was illuminated by the moonlight, as white and clear as jade, while the other half remained quietly hidden in the night, evoking a sense of melancholy.
Her eyelids were half-closed, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings. She looked up and said, "Uncle Wu, Xuan Yi, I'm under so much pressure!"
Shen Shuan felt a strong sense of agreement from the duck in her mind. The host's stress level was already 60 points, so of course the stress was high.
As she spoke, Shen Shu'an clutched her chest and said earnestly, "I'm only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment now, and my speed is still too slow! I don't know if I can win in the competition."
"Therefore, I must work even harder!"
Wu Bo and Xuan Yi: "...?"
What is she saying?
Xuan Yi looked unusually bewildered, his pupils dilating as he carefully scanned Shen Shu'an's face, trying to discern whether the two hints of sorrow were genuine or feigned.
Uncle Wu silently looked at the pile of stones and debris around him, then looked back at the broken gate lying quietly on the ground.
No, young master, I really don't understand what you're saying.
Who's under more pressure?!
……
Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Holy Ming Sect.
The battle-damaged version of Ancestor Mingyan uttered the same sigh as Shen Shuan in the mirror.
"Sigh, An'er, even Grandmaster is under immense pressure."
"Isn't this also a kind of lineage passed down from master to disciple?"
Mingyan sighed deeply, panting heavily.
His robes were now tattered, his white hair was disheveled, and even a few strands of his long beard had been burned.
However, opposite him were the four peak masters, also battered and bruised.
However, the four of them were glaring at each other angrily. They had clearly agreed to fight Ming Yan together, so how did they suddenly start fighting each other?!
The Myriad Laws God and the Void Ruins God were alright; the spiritual light on their robes had dissipated, but they remained intact, though slightly disheveled.
Fu Lu Zhenren and Zhen Yue Shenjun had their faces burned black, looking just as disheveled as Ming Yan.
The Mountain-Suppressing God touched his face with a wronged hand, wiping away the black ash. "Wanfa, why do you always burn me? And that lightning, is it to temper my body?"
Master Fu Lu touched his storage ring with a pained expression. He was heartbroken to have just spent a thousand high-level talismans.
If these talismans were handed over to the Wanbao Merchant Guild for sale, each one could fetch fifty top-grade spirit stones.
"Alas, I've also invested real money, and you have no idea how much I've lost by competing with you!"
Fu Lu Zhenren was short and usually always smiling, but at this moment his face was scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.
"You two are practically crippled, what use are you? You don't contribute a single bit!"
Wanfa angrily rebuked them, saying that these two had no skill whatsoever and were just there to make up the numbers when they fought Mingyan.
Seeing that another argument was about to break out, Mingyan quickly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Can't I just back down?"
Mingyan was also amazed; this was the first time in the past ten years or so that these people had taken things so seriously.
Although he felt he could still put in a few more hours of his old body to work, An'er's talent was such that if she was interested, it wouldn't be a big deal for her to cultivate a few minor paths!
However, Mingyan shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, my judgment was still too good. I took a liking to this girl at first sight. Alas."
Upon hearing this, Wanfa, Wangxu, Fulu, and Zhenyue fell silent, staring intently at Mingyan.
That smile on his lips was simply too glaring.
Provocation, blatant provocation!
Mingyan met the gazes of the four people and immediately sensed something was wrong. He hugged the magic sword in his arms tightly again. "Hey, everyone, we really can talk this over."
"We'll be arriving at the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion tomorrow. Lately, Guan Xuanzi has been sending me messages, trying to find out about An'er. It's very strange."
As he spoke, Mingyan stroked his chin and said suspiciously, "I suspect that old man also has his eye on An'er, but I don't know how he found out."
Upon hearing this, the other four immediately became serious and frowned.
"Ha, so even the people of my Holy Bright Sect have been targeted by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?"
Wanfa raised an eyebrow, and then lightning flashed at his fingertips. "If he really has that intention, I'll temporarily truce you and deal with him first!"
The other three nodded in unison; as fellow disciples, they naturally prioritized defending against "external enemies."
……
Meanwhile, Shen Shu'an had finally managed to persuade Uncle Wu to leave after much persuasion.
She lay plump and coiled on the bed, with her round body sleeping soundly beside her.
[Ding, host, 500 points of tension and excitement have been collected from Qiao Pingsheng.]
Shen Shu'an: "?"
Shen Shuan opened her eyes wide. Brother Qiao, no, Brother Qiao, why are you thinking about your little sister all of a sudden?
Unbeknownst to them, a hundred miles outside the Holy Bright Sect, in the ranks of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Qiao Pingsheng, dressed in black robes, gazed at the Holy Bright Sect with tears in his eyes.
"Ah, we're almost there! Sister Shen, your little brother's here!"
"And late autumn, here I come!"