Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 192 Teammates



Chapter 192 Teammates

The third one was a little beyond Jing Yu's expectations. His name was Guan Zhen. Not only did he have a solid foundation, he was also good at using a flying sword. Although he had just established his foundation not long ago, his combat power was not necessarily weaker than the two old foundation-building masters before him. He was the steward of a Jindan family famous for its swordsmanship, and he was actually a genuine direct descendant of the family.

After a few more pleasantries, I learned that the reason why this young master from a noble family was sent to the front line was because the elder of his own family lost in the dispute over the head of the family. As a result, he was implicated and was immediately neglected at home and was pushed out as a sacrifice.

The fourth one, Gu Dacheng, is the head of a small foundation-building family and the only foundation-building cultivator in the entire family. This taciturn middle-aged man has bloodshot eyes and a very pale face, obviously under tremendous pressure.

Jing Yu understood after thinking about it. After all, he was the only one in the entire family who was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. If something went wrong on the battlefield, a Qi training family that didn't even have a Foundation Establishment cultivator would basically be wiped out.

Because Gu Dacheng had the highest level of cultivation among his teammates, having reached the perfection of the initial foundation building stage, he was also elected as the [Squad Leader], nominally leading the team members, coordinating tactics, and advancing and retreating together.

"If you ask me, I shouldn't go to the Houtu Sect to help. The great master of the Houtu Sect is said to be on his deathbed. How many years does he have left? Three years? Or two? He might even die before me."

The 295-year-old monk Li Ci looked as old as a dried corpse, but he was still very energetic and kept chattering:

"If the [Jitu Yiqi Locking Sky Formation] didn't have a great master who had mastered the Houtu Sect's true secrets at the center of the formation, commanding from the center, its effectiveness would be greatly reduced. How could it withstand the attacks of the two Yuanying-level demonic cultivators from the Tiannan Region? It would ultimately be a death wish!"

Li Ci sighed, "It's not a pity for an old man like me who has one foot in the gates of hell. It's a pity that a young talent like Brother Guan also died here."

She smiled and shook Guan Zhen's slender, bony hand, clicking her tongue, "Brother Guan, you look like you're not even fifty this year? You're truly a rare talent. The Guan family's ancestor is also a fool. A mere dispute over the position of head of the family has caused disunity among the clan, and he's actually abandoned a rare swordsman like you!"

"My family has a daughter who is a direct descendant of the family. She is still young, less than 40 years old, and has already reached the sixth level of Qi training. I wonder if Brother Guan is interested in her?"

Guan Zhen was a little confused by the enthusiasm of this old cultivator. He had been practicing and practicing sword in the clan since he was a child, and basically he was in a state of not paying attention to what was happening outside. He finally cultivated to the foundation-building stage, and as soon as he came out of seclusion, he learned that his father had lost in the competition for the head of the family. So he was inexplicably sent to the front line by the clan to fight the enemy, and inexplicably met such a group of teammates. He was already at a loss.

"Well, Senior Li, although I am not married yet, the war is so dangerous this time that I am afraid I can't take care of the future. I must fight bravely to survive." Guan Zhen whispered.

"Hey! What enemies are you killing? Self-preservation comes first. If you are facing a crushing defeat, you should run when you should, or surrender when you should. This is not the time to show off your sword skills..."

Guan Zhen muttered, "I don't go out much on weekdays, but I've heard from the elders in my clan that the Tiannan Demon Cultivator's practices are brutal and cruel. They always kill their enemies without mercy, refining their flesh and blood into human pills and storing their souls in the Yin Banner. It's like grinding bones and scattering ashes. There's no way you can survive by surrendering."

"That's the old almanac."

Perhaps because he hadn't seen many years left to live, Li Ci completely let himself go and dared to say anything. "Ever since the improved spiritual plant method was implemented, demonic cultivators have become less and less like demonic cultivators. They are indistinguishable from righteous cultivators. Cultivators are now very valuable. Alchemists like Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, who are renowned in the Immortal City, can be captured and used to refine pills. They will receive all the necessary treatment and will not be abused."

"A sword cultivator like you can be sent out to hunt and kill monsters if you can control a Gu worm or a soul restriction."

"Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator like me, who does nothing wrong, is also a great spiritual plant husband. I can control the clouds and rain, nourish the soil and grow seedlings. I don't know how much spiritual rice I can produce in a year. How could I bear to kill him like this!"

"The Xiaoyao Alliance exploits the Jindan families and sucks the blood out of the numerous foundation-building families. Does that mean it's glorious? I think it's not as open as the Demonic Path."

Guan Zhen frowned and said, "But I heard that although the demons no longer kill monks at will, they still treat mortals as usual, using blood sacrifices and soul refining practices. Mortals under the rule of the demons often suffer terribly."

Li Ci laughed and said, "That's not a big deal. What does it have to do with us monks?"

Jing Yu leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, but his eyelids twitched when he heard this. Although he was already accustomed to such remarks, his impression of Li Ci was inevitably lowered - he did not care much about the life and death of mortals, but he was also indifferent to the life and death of unfamiliar cultivators. The degree of indifference was always the same, and he would definitely not treat the two differently like Li Ci did, and had to distinguish between them.

Wang Qiushui, who was standing by, came over and bowed to Jing Yuying, saying pitifully:

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Jing, I have long heard of your great name, but never had the chance to meet you. Now that I have seen your grace and elegance, you are truly a god-like figure! Your alchemy skills are unparalleled in the Immortal City, yet how could you have been harmed by a villain and sent here?"

"Alas, we are both wanderers in this world. If you have any extra healing elixirs, could you please give some to me..."

Jing Yu was also an experienced alchemist. He had seen countless cultivators begging for favors like this. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this. He just said lightly, "Okay, okay. Fairy Wang and Xuan Jing are colleagues now. We should help each other. I have a few bottles of healing elixirs here. How about this, I'll give you a 95% discount..."

Wang Qiushui's expression froze. He pinched the shrunken storage bag at his waist, forced a smile, and then shifted his gaze to the inexperienced Guan Zhen, casually approaching him...

Only the unshaven and listless [Sergeant] Gu Dacheng ignored the four people. He just held a jade slip introducing the [Small Mist Hidden Array] in his hand and studied it carefully, as a last-minute cram school effort to master a few more life-saving trump cards before going to the battlefield.

More than a month had passed. One day, the ship stopped for a moment. Jing Yu and the others were all refreshed. They flew to the deck and saw from afar a series of continuous mountain ranges dotted with several thousand-foot-high peaks. It was truly majestic and vast.

Now the entire mountain range is covered with a light yellowish-brown color, and it is obvious that the Houtu Sect's mountain gate formation has been fully opened.

The place where they stopped at this time was right behind the Houtu Mountain Gate. Jing Yu had excellent eyesight. Looking into the distance, he actually saw patches of scarlet devil clouds covering the sky in the distance, and occasionally there were cries of eagles.


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