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Chapter 424: Shen Yi's New "Disciple"
Chapter 424: Shen Yi's New "Disciple"
The middle-aged man who claimed to be from the Celestial Sword Sect finished speaking.
The remaining talismans wobbled slightly, and two more figures emerged from them.
"We can also offer you the same treatment."
On the contrary, the crescent-shaped talisman, which had initially welcomed Shen Yi and the others, fell silent again after witnessing this scene.
Such an unusual sight caused the many cultivators who had just left the Nanyang Sect to be at a loss for words.
To them, the outside world was utterly foreign, and they never expected to be in such high demand as soon as they stepped out.
It was as if they truly possessed the dragon's visage and had unlimited potential.
Zhu Jue glanced at Jiang Qiuluan next to him, but found that she didn't even show the slightest emotion.
If there was anyone who felt that something was amiss, it was most likely him.
Zhu Jue was self-aware. He was just a Martial Immortal, and Jiang Qiuluan had not yet broken through to the Transformation God realm.
Within the Nanyang Sect, they might barely be considered notable figures.
But outside… didn't they see how the Elder from Mount Wutong was cowering like a quail?
He couldn't understand why he had caught the attention of such important figures.
"...”
After waiting for a long time, there was no response.
The middle-aged man from the Celestial Sword Sect looked down once more, his eyebrows furrowing imperceptibly.
A group of survivors from a lineage that had been cut off from the rest, the strongest among them had barely entered the Returning Void realm, and the rest were even ordinary Qi Refining cultivators. Moreover, they were ignorant and lacked resources; being allowed to cultivate in the inner sect was already a great privilege.
Could it be that they were still unsatisfied?
He observed them carefully for a moment and noticed that almost everyone was secretly looking at the white-robed youth in the Transformation God realm.
Then his gaze fell on the white robe, and the middle-aged man's expression turned slightly grim.
How dare he wear the robe that symbolized the sect master's status? Was it not a desecration?
"..."
He pondered for a moment, then looked at Shen Yi: "You have exceptional talent. We can make an exception and offer you the position of an executive. In my Celestial Sword Sect, to attain this status, one must at least be a Returning Void cultivator of the third layer and above. What do you say?"
He had expected Shen Yi to be grateful for the offer.
But after hearing these words, Shen Yi slowly withdrew his gaze.
He didn't have any advantages; in both his lives, he had been a minor character.
And it was precisely because he was a minor character that he was so sensitive to these matters... It was obvious that this was not a blessing, but rather a request in disguise.
One obvious point was...
The first thing the crescent-shaped talisman said was obviously treating them as equals.
And after that sentence.
The so-called Celestial Sword Sect seemed to be a bit anxious and directly interrupted the other party's words.
Shen Yi wasn't sure what was so covetous about himself.
Even if it was the talisman.
With their strength, they could just take it by force; there was no need to find any excuse.
Before Shen Yi could respond, a crisp and trembling voice rang out.
"May I ask, Senior, if I am just one step away from the second layer of Returning Void, can I be an exception and become an executive too?"
Ye Wenxuan plucked up her courage and stepped forward.
Hearing this, the Celestial Sword Sect Elder slowly closed his eyes as if contemplating something. Someone had to take the first step, and after a moment, he gave a short reply.
"Hm."
Hearing this, Ye Wenxuan was overjoyed, as if she had received a decree from the Immortal Realm. Without hesitation, she knelt down and bowed: "Disciple Ye Wenxuan, I am willing to join the Celestial Sword Upper Sect!"
She wasn't foolish.
These six talismans were obviously Nanyang's allied sects.
But Nanyang had been ravaged by demons, its spiritual energy scarce, and there were no elders left.
To put it bluntly, it was as good as dead.
And from the talisman, just the aura emitted by the figure was something she had never seen before and didn't even dare to imagine.
Shen Yi lifted his eyes, his expression neither servile nor arrogant as he replied, "I'm new here and unfamiliar with the situation. For now, I have no intention of joining any sect."
"...”
The elder from the Celestial Sword Sect fell silent for a moment, his stare at the young man intense. Noticing that those behind Shen Yi didn't seem to have any objections, he said meaningfully, "Very well."
With that, the elder's projection vanished, and the talisman with the long sword inscribed on it flew off into the distance.
Ye Wenxuan quickly stood up and chased after the talisman, not wanting to miss out on what she believed was an opportunity for a better future.
The other talismans also scattered and left.
Only the crescent-shaped talisman remained, its stern voice softening slightly as it said, "We are all members of the Nan Hong Seven. If there's anything you need help with, you can use the talisman to send a message to Qingyue Sect."
"Thank you, seniors," Shen Yi said, cupping his hands in gratitude.
A smile appeared on the crescent talisman as it replied, "There's no need to call us seniors... According to the rules, I should address you as Sect Master Shen of the Nanyang Sect."
Shen Yi had a favorable impression of this Qingyue Sect, and he seized the opportunity to ask another question, "May I ask where the cultivators of the Nanyang Sect have gone?"
Upon hearing this, the talisman paused.
It then turned towards the wooden man standing at the edge of the cliff.
After a moment, it sighed, "Don't ask, there's no need."
As if worried that Shen Yi would probe further, the talisman swiftly flew away.
Before its voice had even faded,
a terrifying aura began to permeate the Nanyang platform. Even Shen Yi, who had achieved the Small Perfection Stage of the Immortal True Body, took a few steps back in response.
The wooden man with vines all over his body opened his eyes, and even his eyeballs seemed to be wooden beads carved with a knife.
With creaking sounds, he stood up.
He took one step after another towards the group, finally stopping in front of Shen Yi, who was holding the talisman.
His hoarse and grating voice carried a hint of wooden dullness as he spoke, "I am a personal disciple of the Nanyang Sect. I want to go home."
"Uh."
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, and even Nie Jun tensed up.
Shen Yi tightened his grip on the talisman, snapping out of his excitement from killing the old dog as he realized that the outside world seemed even more frightening than he had imagined.
He stared at the strange man, who continued to speak.
"Can... can you take me home...?"
The wooden man stepped into the center of the formation, and on his stiff wooden face, a hint of expectation and entreaty appeared.
"..."
Shen Yi pondered for a moment.
It seemed odd that a disciple of a Nascent Soul stage sect master would be so powerful.
He thought for a moment, then waved at the wooden man, "Follow me."
As Shen Yi spoke, he took a step towards the edge of the cliff.
The wooden man, though reluctant, obediently followed behind him.
"What's your name?" Shen Yi asked.
He wasn't trying to interrogate the wooden man; he just felt that bringing such an uncontrollably powerful being back to the dilapidated Nanyang Sect would be a huge risk.
"Li Xuanqing," the wooden man replied honestly.
"And your cultivation level?" Shen Yi asked curiously, glancing at the wooden man from the corner of his eye. Nie Jun, Ling Xi, and the others also looked over, eager to know what level of cultivation could exude such a formidable aura.
The wooden man thought for a moment before answering in a low voice, "I once ascended to the White Jade Capital, but later, to survive, I reshaped my body with wood, causing my realm to drop by about three or four floors, or maybe eight or nine. I haven't fought lately, so I'm not sure."
Shen Yi slowly clenched his palm, his expression unchanged.
That range seemed a bit too wide, and what was this White Jade Capital?
However, at least from the perspective of the crescent talisman, they seemed to trust this wooden man implicitly. Of course, the so-called Qingyue Sect couldn't be fully trusted either.
But for now, as they had just stepped out of the Nanyang Sect, they desperately needed a guide.
(End of Chapter)
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