Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Li Qinghong gritted his teeth, held down his bleeding arm, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, brother Jiarong didn't use his strength."

It's okay not to say this, but Shang Lang's face is even more ugly and frightening.

He held back his breath, didn't look at Mu Jiarong, and hurriedly took out the wound medicine: "Is this okay? You are a medical practitioner yourself, is there any better hemostatic medicine that can be used?"

Standing by the side, Mu Jiarong was startled and angry, and finally realized why Li Qinghong suddenly changed his tone.

He saw Shang Lang behind him!

"You are really shameless..." He looked at the shallow wound on Li Qinghong's arm, almost stuttering with anger, "You did it intentionally, didn't you?"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Lang turned his head angrily: "Enough, Jiarong!"

He looked at Mu Jiarong full of disappointment, and said word by word: "I thought you were just a child at heart, a little arrogant and spoiled, but I didn't expect you to be so aggressive behind your back."

Mu Jiarong's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Shang Lang suppressed his anger and said: "He is alone, how did he really know your family? Where do you want to drive him?"

Mu Jiarong tremblingly said: "You...what did you say?"

Shang Lang said coldly: "I said, isn't he pitiful enough? It's fine if you don't get close to him, and you draw your sword to hurt others, isn't it too much?"

Li Qinghong stood behind Shang Lang, listening quietly.

Seeing Mu Jiarong's shocked and humiliated expression, he smiled at Mu Jiarong in the sight that Shang Lang couldn't see.

His arm was bleeding profusely, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Mu Jiarong's lips were almost bloodless. He opened his palm, and the "Lizhu" sword that fell in the forest in the distance shot up into the sky, and flew back into his hand wobbly.

Holding the Lizhu Sword, he pointed at Shang Lang far away, his eyes were red: "Okay...Okay. I am narrow-minded and jealous, I am arrogant and wanton. Mr. Shang, from now on, just pretend that I never knew you!"

He stomped his feet, flew over the bamboo bushes, and disappeared in an instant.

Shang Lang looked at the direction in which he was leaving, suddenly a little dazed.

While he was in a daze, beside Li Qinghong, he said in a low voice: "Aren't you going to chase him?"

Shang Lang shook his head, driving away the sudden remorse in his mind: "Don't worry about him. He's just too pampered."

He grabbed Li Qinghong's arm again, sprinkled the hemostatic powder on him, and then bandaged it up, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the wound is very shallow, after all, Jiarong is not that cruel."

Li Qinghong said: "I crossed him with a knife, it's better if he repays it now, so as not to worry about it all the time."

Shang Lang hurriedly said: "Although Jiarong has a bit of a temper, he is not such a grudge."

Li Qinghong stared at him, finally lowered his eyelashes, on a pale face, the dark eyes were a bit numb.

"Sometimes I think, it would be better if I was thrown to death in the first place." He said lightly, "I won't live in such a disgusting way now."

Shang Lang was anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can anyone despise you? Although your young master brother is a bit cunning, he is very good to you, right?"

Li Qinghong also lost the strength to pretend, he looked at the misty mountains in the distance, and said: "I attacked the people of the Demon Sect, Brother Young Master will not forgive me."

Shang Lang suffocated: "Then, where is your father? Master Mu Gu really cherishes you, and he can't wait to compensate you for everything."

Li Qinghong was dazed for a while, and said: "But I always feel that he is very strange. I used to... the father I thought of in my heart was a person who was as wicked as Sect Master Yuan."

Shang Lang stared at him blankly, then suddenly patted his chest hard, and said loudly: "No matter how bad it is, there is still me, I promise to cover you!"

He earnestly pointed in the direction of the Chixia Palace: "My grandfather is now No. 1 in the cultivation world. In the future, our Cangqiong Sect will join forces with you Shennonggu to become the most powerful sect in the Immortal Sect. No one will dare to look down on you anymore." .”

... In the back, the main palace that has been idle for many years is no longer deserted and empty, but solemnly arranged, with rhinoceros horn pearls and spirit stones piled up everywhere.

On the huge grand teacher's chair, an old man with white hair and childlike face slowly opened his eyes, looking at Ning Cheng who was kneeling below.

"You were only sixteen or seventeen years old before I was seriously injured and retreated." He said thoughtfully, "Afterwards, there was no one in the sect who could take on important responsibilities, and Wuji was injured and disabled, so he recommended you to me."

Ning Cheng lowered his head: "Yes. Senior brother is not in good health and feels tired from handling affairs. He said that I do things in an orderly manner. After your master's approval, my disciple will temporarily take over as the head."

"But now that he says it, he regrets it very much." Shang Yuan said lightly.

Ning Cheng lowered his head even further: "Tuter knows his mistake. In order to maintain the dignity of the sect, I spent a lot of money all these years, and I made my own decisions. I spent huge sums of money to do some things that he didn't understand."

Shang Yuan raised his hand, and a bunch of account books were pushed down from his side, and fell in front of him: "Wuji doesn't understand these trivia about accounts, and suspects that you embezzled a huge amount of property from the door. I looked carefully, but it's not true."

His voice suddenly increased, and a terrifying aura enveloped the entire palace, condensing above Ning Cheng's head, like a dark cloud.

"You don't keep any money privately, most of the expenses are used to buy the privacy and secrets of various sects. What do you want to do?"

Ning Cheng's spine creaked under the coercion, he forcefully supported his body, and there were already drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Everything I do is not for myself." He said every word.

"Oh?"

"After the master retreated, there was no one in the Cangqiong Sect. Brother Ning was dead, Zheng Yuan was also killed, and Shang was disabled." Ning Cheng tried his best to straighten his spine, "The outside world only thinks that there is no one in our Cangqiong Sect. A huge monster like Lingxiao Temple suppresses our sect everywhere."

Shang Yuan was expressionless, and leaned forward on the grand master's chair: "So?"

"I practice day and night, but relying on one person's cultivation, I still can't maintain the reputation of my sect, and the income is getting thinner and thinner, and I am in a difficult situation." He gritted his teeth, "Later, I accidentally learned a secret from another family, which was used to imply that after threatening , but made a big deal and made a lot of Lingshi."

The coercion emanating from Shang Yuan's body faded a little.

Ning Cheng's spine relaxed, and the huge pressure on his body finally eased a little, and his pale face also recovered a little blood.

He continued: "I know that this is not the right way, but for the entrustment of the master and the interests of the sect, I have to do this bad policy, and I ask the master to punish me."

Shang Yuan stared at him, with a strange look in his old and muddy eyes.

After a while, he said leisurely: "After you entered the mountain gate, Wan Feng was taking care of you and teaching you. I just thought you were a child all along. But I didn't expect that you have such a deep mind and know how to be flexible. You are very good at it."

Ning Cheng gritted his teeth and said: "The apprentice is incompetent, and the sect is gradually exhausted financially, and has failed the expectations of the master."

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "It's okay, the things you collected are also very interesting, maybe they will be useful in the future."

Ning Cheng remained silent.

The voices of people from Chixia Hall came faintly in the distance, Shang Yuan closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear it at all, and seemed to be thinking about something.Qianqian

Ning Cheng knelt for too long, his knees felt like needles, and he was enduring the pain, when suddenly, Shang Yuan spoke lightly above his head.

"Where's that child Ningduo?"

Ning Cheng's back suddenly became extremely stiff, and he replied respectfully: "He is young and ignorant, and he has made many mistakes recently, especially when he is involved with the dolls of the Demon Sect. I will punish him to go to a closed room today to reflect on his past mistakes, and he will not come to the hall to welcome guests."

Shang Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "His progress in cultivation is really amazing, no wonder you look at him differently. There are few resources in the sect, but you piled so many resources on him like crazy."

Ning Cheng's palm hanging in his sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist.

His voice was calm: "Yes, among the disciples of the next generation, he is the only one with amazing talent. When I was a guest in Shennong Valley, I met him by chance in the little medicine boy in the outer sect. Alright, now I have the heart to accept disciples."

Shang Yuan let out a "huh" and suddenly sighed after a long while, as if he was a little disappointed.

In the empty palace, his voice seemed to come from far away: "He looks...he really looks a bit like Wan Feng."

The nails on Ning Cheng's fingers pierced deeply into his palm.

He lowered his head, and his voice was a bit sad: "Master, forgive me. Although Senior Brother Ning made a big mistake, he was the one who brought me back to the mountain gate after all. This disciple still misses him a little bit...so a Seeing this child, I couldn't help but feel good about it, so I had the cheek to ask the head of the wood fairy to ask for it, and took it under the door."

Shang Yuan said "Oh", and said in a harmonious voice, "You are also affectionate and righteous when you think of Wan Feng, so don't blame yourself."

He stood up, his tall figure was illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, casting a huge black shadow on the cold sapphire floor tiles of the palace.

"Follow me to the front hall, old friends should be waiting impatiently." He said lightly, "You are always the acting head, and you have to help Wuji continue to take care of the sect."

……

On the Chixia Hall, in the corner, Yuan Qinghang took a chance, dodged behind a big pillar and reached out to grab a young disciple of the Sky Sect.

"Hey, where's your Ning Xiaoxian? Why don't you see him entertaining guests?"

The little disciple looked at the poisonous snake hairpin coiled on his hair, his heart ached, and he hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Second senior brother, he was ordered by the head to practice! It is said that he is about to break through recently, so it is best not to be disturbed by mundane affairs .”

Yuan Qinghang was surprised: "Why is he going to break through again? How long has it been!"

The little disciple looked at him strangely: "Little Xianjun, are you familiar with our second senior brother?"

Yuan Qinghang made a haha: "No, no, your Cangqiong Sect has a sword repair genius who is not born in the world. No one knows, I just admire it-by the way, I heard that he has reached Jindan Ningshi at a young age. Realm, I was just about to discuss with him, why, he is going to break through to Golden Core Dzogchen?"

The little disciple raised his chest proudly: "That's right!"

Yuan Qinghang was stunned, happy in his heart, but a little worried about gains and losses.

Ning Duo's cultivation speed is probably a little faster than his uncle Ning Wanfeng who is amazingly talented!

But, is this his own original cultivation speed, or is it because of that weird Canglong Jue? ...

In the palace complex, suddenly bells and drums rang together, resounding through the mountains and fields.

A mighty aura erupted from the back of the Chixia Hall, straight to the sky, and the people in the hall, no matter how powerful their skills were or how they were cultivated, all fell silent suddenly, feeling as if they had been hit hard in the heart by something.

The people who were invited to come here this time were all the sect masters and the best junior disciples of their sects, from as high as Jindan Stage to Great Perfection, and as low as Jindan Primary Condensation Stage.

But under this coercion, almost everyone's face turned pale, and many young juniors were even shocked, and they were in a trance for a while.

Yuan Qinghang supported the pillar, his throat was sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He gritted his teeth secretly: Shang Yuan is an old man.

There are so many gentle ways to show strength, but he chose this harmful one. Is this a greeting, or a demonstration to show off his muscles?

Not a good thing, absolutely!

With the sound of bells and drums, two people finally slowly walked out of the side corner door of Chixia Hall.

Yuan Qinghang narrowed his eyes and looked through the crowd from a distance.

In front is Ning Cheng, who is said to have not shown his face for a long time, and in the back is an old man of indeterminate age.

His appearance is vaguely similar to Shang Lang's, his facial features can be regarded as upright and majestic, his head is full of pale hair, but on his face, the skin is as smooth as an egg.

The real white-haired and childlike face, but paired with those cloudy and old eyes, has an extremely weird and unnatural feeling.

Immortal cultivators can live for hundreds of years at least after they reach the Golden Core Dzogchen Realm.

However, no matter how long one lives, there will be natural five declines. Later, the skin becomes old and the sensitivity of the five senses decreases. These are all natural phenomena. Shang Yuan's face is as smooth as a baby's, but it is unique.

In an instant, Yuan Qinghang and everyone else had a terrible idea in their hearts.

Nascent Soul Realm... It is said that when one reaches this realm, the golden core in the body will be shattered, and will transform into a small baby of its own primordial spirit.

The spiritual energy in the world has been thin for a long time. For many years, no one has cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Could it be that the legendary Nascent Soul Realm can not only see the baby formed by the golden core in the body, but even the outside of the body will rejuvenate and appear such a strange appearance? ...

Yuan Qinghang stared at Shang Yuan's face, thinking quickly in his heart.

And there was already quite a commotion in the VIP seats at the front.

All the heads and suzerains stood up one after another, bowed to Shang Yuan, and congratulated: "Sect master Shang finally left the customs and successfully broke through the Nascent Soul Realm. Congratulations!"

"Brother Shang was blessed by misfortune. He must have suffered all kinds of pain for more than ten years, so that he has the cause and effect of today, and has reached a realm that no one has ever achieved before. It can be seen that God has opened his eyes."

Sitting in the front seat, Chen Feng, the lord of Lingxiao Palace, looked even more strange, as if a little awed, but also a little fiery.

He cupped his hands and said to Shang Yuan: "Sect Master Shang, can you ask me boldly, what level have you reached when you finally left the customs today?"

He said slowly: "Is the Nascent Soul Realm the current cultivation level of Sect Master Shang?"

The main hall suddenly became quiet.

All the congratulatory and whispering voices disappeared.

I saw a kind smile on Shang Yuan's smooth face like a baby, which was very strange.

"Yes." He said slowly, with a proud voice, "For thousands of years in the world, Nascent Soul No. 1, Shang Yuan is also."

As soon as his words fell, his face suddenly turned red, and a terrifying blood surged into the sky.

He raised his palm high, which was also as red as blood, and slapped hard towards a nearby mountain peak.

A few miles away, a monstrous spiritual force was like a mountain like a sea, rolling up a monstrous vortex, and swept away in waves visible to the naked eye.

The sky is full of mud, and the rocks are cracked.

A small mountain top was instantly razed to the ground under this palm. The originally clear and blue sky was covered by countless yellow sand and dust, making it a dim yellow.