To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 157 Game between two factions

Poyue Mountain is recognized as the first peak in Wudong by the Wudong cultivation world.

Its mountain towers into the clouds, like a barrier connecting heaven and earth, lying across the earth and between heaven and earth.

Pedestrians who reach the bottom of the mountain look up and can only see half of the steep cliff.

The other half of the mountain has already reached above the clouds and is locked in mist.

As for Dingyue Zong, he was on the top of the Poyue Peak, looking down on the Wudong land like an emperor.

At this time, deep inside the Dingyue Sect, above the ancient and solemn hall.

An old man with a broken arm was kneeling in front of the temple, heartbroken.

On the seat in the hall, there is a figure shrouded in a layer of white mist. Only a tall silhouette is vaguely revealed, and his true appearance cannot be seen.

Just the coercion emerging from the mist made the old man below dare not look directly.

A sigh came from the fog.

The thick voice of the man in the fog rang out, vibrating in the hall: "Senior Brother Dai has lost his beloved disciple. This sect leader can understand your pain."

"However, the competition on the Hidden Dragon List is a game for juniors. Lu Wenji lost because his skills were inferior to others."

"If you take action, won't my Dingyue Sect be ridiculed by the cultivation world and bully the small ones?"

Senior Brother Dai had gray hair and was a little afraid of the existence hidden in the mist. The death of his lovely disciple Lu Wenji made him no longer care about this. He responded in a hurry: "Sect Master, I sent the immortal seedlings to be killed. If you don't return the favor, With the color, the majesty of the sect will be lost."

"Of course you have to kill people, but you can't kill them." The leader of the Dingyue Sect tapped the seat lightly, as if giving an order.

About three breaths.

Ta-ta-ta! Slow footsteps sounded from above the main hall, and a handsome young man in white stepped into the hall.

With every step he took, his movements seemed neither fast nor slow, but his figure flashed continuously, and he stood next to the old man in a breath.

The visitor first bowed to the seat, and then bowed to the old man. His expression was calm, and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

He has a face like a crown jewel and is dressed in white clothes. He is obviously only a young man, but he has an impressive bearing.

His movements are light and calm, and he has an unearthly and transcendent quality.

As soon as the visitor appeared in the hall, everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on him.

Even the leader of Dingyue Sect, who was hidden in the mist, nodded frequently when he looked at the young man.

Senior Brother Dai even returned the gift with one hand, showing no arrogance at all because of his status as an elder.

"Lingxi!" The sect leader gently called out the young man's name.

The person who came was none other than Wudong’s number one Prodigy, Lingxi, who was at the top of the Hidden Dragon List and also known as the Dragon Head.

He was born like a banished immortal coming to earth, born to be extraordinary.

He is the first unparalleled talent in Wudong in the past hundred years to enter the realm of ascending the wheel at a young age.

"Disciples already know what the sect master and Elder Dai said." Ling Xi's gentle voice spoke out words that were comfortable to the ears before the sect master Dingyue Sect could speak.

"Disciple, please go down the mountain right now."

"Okay!" The leader of the Dingyue Sect nodded with satisfaction. He liked Lingxi not only because of his talent, but also because of his Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart.

"I don't know if Elder Dai is going to live or die." Lingxi looked at Elder Dai with eyes like the blazing sun, and there was light in her pupils like the rising sun.

Seeing that the latter was afraid to look at him, he glanced away and said in a very cold voice: "I want him to die!"

As soon as Elder Dai finished speaking, the voice of the sect master in the palace suddenly interrupted.

"Bring him back alive."

Elder Dai looked blank, but when the sect leader spoke, he did not dare to refute and could only remain silent.

Ling Xi didn't ask any more questions. She nodded carefully and responded without hesitation: "Okay!"

After saying this, he bowed to the hall again, and then disappeared from the hall, leaving only the voice he left behind before leaving.

"Half a month later, the disciple returned with Kong Jiao."

After Ling Xi left, behind the rising mist, Dingyue Sect Master suddenly called Elder Dai: "Senior Brother Dai!"

"Sect, please give me your instructions."

"Choose two good players to ascend the wheel and follow Ling Xi. If anyone blocks Ashen Parasol Sect, kill them without mercy."

"In half a month, I must see Kong Jiao's people."

Elder Dai didn’t know why Lord Dao Sect was so obsessed with Kong Jiao living.

But now that he has spoken, of course he cannot disobey.

He could only accept the order and leave.

In the empty hall, only the leader of the Dingyue Sect, who was hidden in the mist, let out two chuckles.

He didn't seem to be sad at all because of Lu Wenji's death.

On the other side, Ashen Parasol Sect.

In the Qingcang Palace, Huangfuying slowly put down the information in his hand and slowly closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something.

Shi Jinchi was standing next to the seat, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing that Huangfuying's attitude was unclear, he immediately said tentatively: "Sect Master, this Kong Jiao has caused a big disaster. We must call him back quickly. Don't let the Dingyue Sect destroy our fairy seedlings."

Huangfuying didn't respond to Shi Jinchi immediately. After thinking about it for two or three breaths, he suddenly smiled.

He said to Shi Jinchi: "Where is Zong Changsong?"

"Should be in retreat." Shi Jinchi responded truthfully.

"Let him come out of seclusion. The epiphany between life and death will not come so quickly behind closed doors." Huangfuying said softly: "As the first disciple of the inner sect, he has not tried the sword properly after entering the ascending wheel. This trip allows him to Go ahead."

"Zong Changsong is indeed worthy of this position, but he is not enough on his own. If Dingyue Zong jumps over the wall and ignores the rules, I'm afraid he will be unable to support himself."

Shi Jinchi still felt that it was not safe enough and continued: "How about calling Hexi Jin to come too."

"No need." Huangfuying simply responded with two words and said nothing more.

Shi Jinchi hesitated to speak many times, but even with Huangfuying's temper, he could only say goodbye and hurriedly went to find Zong Changsong.

Shortly after Shi Jinchi left, Dongxian's figure silently came to the front of the hall.

Huangfuying didn't even raise his head, and just responded: "Kong Jiao, this kid has caused a big trouble for me. Come back and take care of him."

Dongxian glanced at Huangfuying and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was smiling, but it was well hidden.

"My heart is filled with joy, so stop pretending."

The moment Dongxian finished speaking.

"Hahaha!" Huangfuying's hearty laughter burst out from the Qingcang Palace.

Then came Huangfuying's cheerful voice.

"Kong Jiao, that brat, actually killed Lu Wenji, which really made me feel bad."

"That birdie Dai Weiye almost killed me back then. After you broke off his arm, you stayed in the Dingyue Sect and couldn't come out."

"Originally, because I couldn't take revenge, I didn't want to let my Ashen Parasol Sect disciple kill his most proud disciple and cut off his inheritance."

Huangfuying was in a very happy mood and chattered to herself for a while.

Dongxian was more concerned about other issues. After Huangfuying stopped speaking, he asked: "You only send Zong Changsong alone?"

"That's your apprentice, so unsure?" Huangfuying glanced at Dongxian, half-smiling.

"Registered." Dongxian pointed out the error in Huangfuying's words carefully.

Huangfuying didn't take it seriously and replied calmly: "Don't worry, the battle for the Qianlong List is all about juniors fighting juniors. Kong Jiao killed Lu Wenji based on his strength. This is reasonable."

"As long as Ding Yuezong is not crazy, he will not break up with us because of this. After all, our Ashen Parasol Sect is no longer the Ashen Parasol Sect twenty years ago, and it is not something he can manipulate at will."

"Maintaining a semblance of peace is good for them and for us."

At this point, Huangfu paused in anger, glanced at His Highness Dongxian with his deep eyes, and then told the actions that Dingyue Sect might take: "So they can only send Lingxi, and they can only send Lingxi."

"Zong Changsong can't beat Lingxi." Dongxian said very firmly: "He's still close."

"I didn't say that he had to win." Huangfuying exhaled, and her tone suddenly became lower.

"Kong Jiao has grown up too fast, and has never failed all the way. It's a good thing to have strong momentum, but young people have a young mind and may become arrogant if they don't suffer a few setbacks."

"This time, let's borrow Ding Yuezong's hand to sharpen his temper and dampen his spirit. We will suffer a little loss at this time. We old guys are still here and have room for maneuver. If we fall down in the future, we will do it again. It’s hard to get up.”

"As long as Zong Changsong can hold Ling Xi down, let Kong Jiao see. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

Huangfuying's words made Dongxian's eyes flicker.

He had never seen Huangfuying be so concerned about any disciple except his own daughter.

"You..." Dongxian seemed to have noticed something. After uttering a word, he did not finish the sentence after all.

Huangfuying smiled slightly but did not respond.

Suddenly, Huangfuying frowned, as if she had thought of something. She tapped the armrest of her seat with her white fingers, and there was something strange in her eyes.

"wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Dongxian asked.

Huangfuying's expression suddenly became cautious and he opened his mouth, but there was no sound in the hall.

Dongxian, on the other hand, had already made a listening gesture, obviously hearing Huangfuying's voice.

Huangfuying didn't know what he said, and the atmosphere in Qingcang Palace suddenly became solemn.

After listening to Huangfuying's dictation, Dongxian's sharp eyes flashed like swords, and he immediately responded: "In that case, I have to go there."

"Thank you for your hard work. I can only feel at ease if you go." Huangfuying nodded solemnly.

Dongxian acted resolutely and left immediately, leaving Huangfuying sitting in the Qingcang Palace with her eyes slightly closed and a look of exhaustion.

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

"Nowadays, in Wudong, all the immortal seedlings of various sects are born, just like the prosperous era of Wudong twenty years ago when Prodigy emerged in large numbers."

"At first I thought it was Miao Jiang's handiwork. But when I think about it more carefully, there's something fishy about it. There must be someone behind it who is adding fuel to the fire."

"What the outcome will be depends on where Ding Yuezong will end up next."

…

Thinking about it, a trace of melancholy suddenly appeared on Huangfuying's face: "Han Xi, if you were still alive, how would you feel when you saw this prosperous age?"

Han Xi was the first person to stand out from many prodigies in Wudong twenty years ago.

He was also the first person of that generation to touch the realm of palm life, and his talent was unparalleled.

(End of chapter)