"Junior Brother!"*2
In the losers’ group, two people imdiately flew out, one went up to assist and rescue the junior brother. The other flicked his dust whisk to sweep away the Sword Wind in the air, blocking Tie Dan to cover their retreat.
Tie Dan didn’t pursue, just retracted his sword energy and stood outside the arena.
The junior brother was not dead, but was seriously wounded with his technique broken after a sword was pointed at his back. Sword Wind had also whipped his head and face as if they had been stirred by a knife, bleeding profusely and looking miserable.
However, with the help of his fellow sect mbers, he was given so spiritual dicine, which allowed him to recover a bit, wobbling to his feet, bowed and said,
"Thank you to the two senior brothers for rescuing , and thank you fellow Daoist for showing rcy, I, Yuan Jiu, have lost."
Tie Dan clasped his hands,
"I concede."
Well, this guy isn’t dumb; he knows he was shown rcy. After all, if it weren’t for Tie Dan’s shout, that sword strike would have left him chilled to the bone.
The Mystic Sect people are also straightforward; upon seeing Tie Dan showcase such skill, they realized that although he looks a bit plain, appearances can be deceiving, and he indeed has genuine skill. The one wielding the dust whisk imdiately approached and said,
"Fellow Daoist’s sword skills are superb, I am impressed. I am ng Yuzhang, a disciple of the High Top Mountain Xingxuan Sect. May I know your esteed na?"
Tie Dan,
"...Wu Di."
"Uh, so it’s Daoist Wu..."
The one nad Yuan behind coughed up blood with a puff, and ng Yuzhang was a bit embarrassed and simply bluffed,
"Senior Brother Wu is an outstanding disciple of the Sword Sect, with exceptional skills. It seems you are ready to cross the tribulation soon; why compete for the fate of my mountain?"
Tie Dan raised an eyebrow,
"How is it your mountain?"
ng Yuzhang was a bit speechless,
"This is High Top Mountain, and it’s a trial left by the ancestor of our Xingxuan Sect. How is it not ours..."
Oh, that makes sense, no wonder they jumped out first.
Tie Dan looked at the winners’ group,
"And what about them?"
ng Yuzhang sighed, he naturally knew in these tis, the strong make the rules. If you can’t protect your heritage, you can only bla yourself for being incompetent, nothing much to fuss about. But as the host, they can’t completely shirk responsibility, so he softened his tone to persuade,
"The nine major sects are united, and as our master said, if a Mystic Sect disciple is fated, they indeed can enter the Xingxuan Secret Realm to observe the arithtic magic left by the ancestor.
However, you clearly walk the Sword Dao path, and with the tribulation clouds surrounding you, instead of fighting us, it would be better to quickly go to Yin Mountain to cross the tribulation, exchange for so longevity elixirs, and artifact to avoid lightning."
What he’s saying isn’t wrong; to be blunt, your ghostly appearance looks like you’re going to be struck by lightning any second. Why not go cross the tribulation instead of wandering about? Snatching Immortal Fate also costs lives, do you even have a life left?
Tie Dan said,
"I don’t want this either, but a friend of mine, a spiritual dog turned human form, likely entered the secret realm earlier, and I need to find him back."
"A spiritual dog?"
Ling Biao’s half-human half-dog appearance was quite noticeable, and ng Yuzhang indeed rembered, nodding,
"Yes, your... friend entered the secret realm earlier with six True Monarchs. In that case, Daoist Wu might as well wait; in three to five days, they should co out."
Damn, six of them, alright, alright. In three to five days, after they’ve had their fill, the dog at will be cold.
Tie Dan shook his head and said,
"Honestly, I have important matters to find him, can’t delay. If you still intend to block , let’s do sword fighting. If I inadvertently injure you, pardon my offense."
Senior Brother ng Yuzhang’s face turned awkward. anwhile, soone from the winners’ group sneered coldly.
"Big talk, I see your skill is nothing special, boasting shalessly! If you want to cut in line, you’ll have to get past first!"
Tie Dan looked in the direction of the voice, to see the person first in line in the winners’ group jump out directly.
This person wore a fairy cloak adorned with pearls and jade pendants, shining in colorful light, served by two Daoist children, holding a sword and a bottle, both at the Golden Core Realm. There was even a white snake coiled at his feet, following him, a rarity spirit seed for sure.
The losers’ group seed to know this person’s prowess, and they flew away swiftly to avoid confrontation. Senior Brother ng Yuzhang and his fellows also quickly stepped aside, reminding aloud.
"This is a master from Xieluo Mountain, a true cultivator of Yuxu Palace, Fellow Daoist, don’t be reckless."
One of the nine major sects, Xieluo Mountain Xuanyue Yuxu Palace, indeed couldn’t be compared to so unheard-of small mountain.
Tie Dan could also see that this person’s skills were extraordinary, unfathomable, definitely a true inheritor of the Mystic Sect, perhaps a core disciple reincarnated several tis. Seeing others scatter so far, it was likely his moves would be large-scale lethal techniques, so he cautiously cupped his hands,
"Please enlighten ."
The winner snorted coldly, didn’t speak, gestured with his hand,
"Bring it here!"
"By your command."
The child holding the bottle raised the blue and white porcelain vase, aid the mouth at Tie Dan, and shouted loudly,
"Wu Di!"
Tie Dan, "..."
The scene suddenly fell silent.
The child holding the bottle paused, looked at the bottle, and called again,
"Wu Di!"
Tie Dan remained silent.
The winner frowned.
The child beca anxious, urged,
"Wu Di! Why aren’t you responding!?"
Tie Dan was also speechless.
In the cultivation world, there are many Left Dao techniques that use nas to curse or cast spells. Having not yet officially apprenticed, without receiving his sword transmission na, naturally, he didn’t have the sect’s protection. With sword power upon him, he dared not respond recklessly. Not to ntion, who would answer such a call normally?
"Hmph!"
The winner snorted coldly, the child’s eyes reddened in urgency, bit his tongue, "puh!" spat a mouthful of blood on the Treasure Bottle, then pinched a formula and pointed,
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