Of course, this kind of experint is harmless.
Ti passes.
The much-anticipated day when the True Martial Sect opens its mountain gate has finally arrived.
During these days.
True Martial City is already overcrowded.
Many people have co from far away, and many of them are children mostly brought by their elders, hoping they can seize the opportunity before the True Martial Sect fully rises. A few have co alone, so being beggars or from impoverished areas, seeking to change their fate with this chance.
"Sister, I will definitely join the True Martial Sect and bring you a good life!"
The thick-browed, bright-eyed boy sincerely vowed to the thin girl beside him. His face was dirty, but his eyes were incredibly bright, though he was very weak, hunger gnawing at him.
The emaciated girl’s eyes filled with hope:
"Brother, I believe in you!"
But she imdiately sensed so mocking glances, instinctively shrinking into the boy’s embrace. Their clothes were tattered, and if it weren’t springti, they might not have even made it to the True Martial Sect.
A figure stopped in front of them.
The boy hurriedly stood in front of his sister, not daring to look up, nervously saying:
"Sir, we will leave right away, right away."
The figure said nothing, rely put down an oil-wrapped bun and turned to leave. The boy looked in surprise, only seeing the departing white-haired figure, faintly visible with a mask covering part of his face.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The boy trembled with excitent, continuously murmuring thanks, his eyes sowhat blurry. On this journey, only he knew the hardships endured; few had extended a helping hand, and he was too weak from hunger. These few buns might be enough to change his fate.
"Sister, quickly eat."
"Brother, you eat. You need to be full to pass the True Martial Sect’s test, and then you can repay with ten buns!"
The boy just shook his head.
He firmly shared the buns with the girl, rembering the image of that white-haired figure.
Such scenes are not uncommon in True Martial City.
There are simply too many people; the True Martial disciples are overwheld just with maintaining order, preparing for the recruitnt, and have no ti to mind other matters.
In a pavilion.
The white-haired masked man stood by the railing, a cold voice nearby said:
"I didn’t expect that a Saint Heir of the Demon Sect would have such kindness. It truly refreshes this Saintess’s perception of the Demon Sect."
Qin Yun did not look at the Southern Border Saintess, only slowly said:
"Saintess has such a mind to observe ; it would be better to think about how to insert our people into the True Martial Sect during this disciple recruitnt."
The Southern Border Saintess laughed:
"The Southern Border has its ways; I can’t manage you Demon Sect’s matters. In any case, with the True Martial Sect recruiting so openly, it will inevitably mix in spies from other forces. So chaos could be interesting, just to test and see if the incident with Elder Wang and the Qing State stronghold is really the doing of the True Martial Sect."
Saying this, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes carrying a certain seductive charm:
"Speaking of which, I rember Saint Heir Qin was once a forr disciple of the True Martial Sect? Are you not reluctant?"
Qin Yun coldly stared at her:
"I advise the Saintess not to assu victory is assured. I know my senior brother very well; he seems simple but is actually very prudent. Since he decided to open the mountain gate, he naturally has corresponding counterasures. The Saintess should be prepared for failure."
"I did not agree with this thod before; it might even expose our intentions instead."
The Southern Border Saintess furrowed her brow and eventually chuckled softly:
"I simply don’t believe it."
Qin Yun said nothing more.
At this stage, he couldn’t stop it; he had done everything he could, and now he could only take it one step at a ti.
...
Inside the Bright Martial Pavilion.
Ning Qi and Taoist Longshan sat across from each other.
In front of them was a chessboard.
With their level of expertise, they could naturally sense the bustle at the mountain gate, where many participants had already gathered, just waiting for Luo Wentian to officially announce.
Taoist Longshan casually placed a black piece and sighed:
"This recruitnt, I don’t know if it’s good or bad, I didn’t expect so many eyes on us."
"Jiu, what do you think about the secret ssage sent quietly a few days ago, is it true or false?"
His eyes showed a hint of coldness.
A few days ago, a secret ssage was quietly delivered.
It only said one sentence.
The Southern Border Alliance and the Demon Sect have ford an alliance, intending to infiltrate the True Martial Sect.
This news stirred everyone’s hearts.
Ning Qi paused his action of holding a white piece.
"Whether true or false, we will be able to tell during the test."
He had many speculations in his heart.
Since eliminating the Southern Border Alliance’s stronghold in Qing State, there had been no sign of the Southern Border Alliance. He thought their attention had been successfully diverted to the Demon Sect, or perhaps they hadn’t detected any traces of falsity.
But now it seems he underestimated them.
After circling around, the Southern Border Alliance still suspected the True Martial Sect and even ford an alliance with the Demon Sect.
However, Ning Qi wasn’t overly anxious.
Now that he has entered the Primordial Core Realm, his powerful strength gave him ample confidence.
If given another year or so, when he advances to the Celestial Human Realm, if the Southern Border Alliance and the Demon Sect dare to cause trouble, it would be courting death.
"But... who sent this secret ssage?" Ning Qi murmured.
Taoist Longshan was also speculating.
But there was too little information.
"Could it be that this secret ssage is just a probe? Perhaps they are not certain whether you, Jiu, took down the Qing State stronghold."
Hearing Taoist Longshan’s speculation, Ning Qi slowly nodded.
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