Chapter 27: Old Arch-Enemy

  Demon Cult and Evil Sect encourage their disciples to advance by killing, especially killing Holy Temple disciples. The better the spoils of war, the greater the reward.

  The hatred between the three sects has not dissipated with time, but instead deepened. The older generation can no longer take action easily, as a single move can affect the entire body. Therefore, the performance of their disciples becomes especially important. This is also true in the Holy Temple, especially for those who kill demonic cultivators' disciples, whose contribution value is extremely high.

  "You're getting a bit worked up over nothing, even if they really did fight, it's still unclear who would win or lose."

  Wu Fatian is very confident.

  "Our Holy Cult is strict and upright, unlike the demonic and evil cultivators who are unscrupulous. We can't afford to lose. Recently, I've obtained a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, and I plan to refine a small Reverted Elixir in two years' time to help them gain an advantage!"

  "Ah, good stuff, you must leave some for my disciples!" Wu Fa Tian immediately widened his eyes, this is indeed a good thing.

  "Wu Xiaozhi, apart from knowing how to enter through the back door, what else can you do?" A loud voice echoed from outside.

  At once Wu Fa Tian's hair stood on end, "You old scoundrel, try calling out one more time and I'll fight you for a thousand rounds!"

  "Alright, with those fancy moves of yours, you can't even hurt me a bit even if you fight for a year!"

  Said Lei Feng.

  Zhou Lüdan helplessly separated the two men. It's been a hundred years and they're still the same, meeting each other like fighting cocks.

  "Two seniors, if you continue to make trouble, I will directly expel both Leiguan Hall and Lingyin Hall." Zhou Lüdan said.

  The junior sister got angry, and the two senior brothers immediately became honest, but they refused to concede in words.

  "Sister, whatever you do, don't let that old good-for-nothing's Leigong Hall drag down our Lingyin Hall, they're not even in the same league!" Wu Fa Tian said haughtily.

  When it really made the Thunder angry, one Buddha was born and two Buddhas were nirvana. However, what others said was true. The Lingyintang was originally among the top three in terms of strength among the nine halls, and now with Li Tianyi added, they became even more arrogant. Leigongtang...

  Lei Feng's gloomy face sat there, and Wu Fa Tian on the side was even more pleased.

  "Lei Shixiong, judging from your expression, it seems like you've gained some insight." Zhou Lüdan said with a smile.

  Lei Feng immediately became spirited, "Great eyesight, junior sister! I'm going to go into seclusion for a while. Humph, when I come out, Wu Xiazi will be eating dust behind my butt!"

  After being pointed out by Zhou Lüdan, Wu Fatian also discovered that Lei Feng's complexion was not right, this state is quite good, the precursor to a breakthrough, how could it be?

  It's easy to enter the Way at the beginning, but it gets harder and harder as you progress.

  Watching Wu Fa Tian's embarrassed expression, it was Lei Feng's turn to be pleased with himself.

  For these two older fellow apprentices, Zhou Ludan really had no way out.

  Zhou Shi Zu's intention to refine the elixir immediately spread throughout the nine peaks of Sheng Tang, and two years later, a grand competition would be held at Sheng Tang, with the winner receiving the Xiao Huan Dan.

  Zhou Shizu's Xiao Huan Dan, even if it were a waste product, would give birth to an immortal root after consumption, and directly upgrading one or two levels would be no problem. For those disciples who are still at the threshold and continue to charge forward, it is absolutely a coveted thing.

  Wang Meng then guarded the spiritual field, practicing his skills, playing with the broken blade, and the explosive technique was still in the energy storage phase. Wang Meng didn't plan to go anywhere either, as he had a five-layered fate mark, which would be perfect for displaying the Small Sword Technique.

  Wang Meng was not disturbed, but in fact, Leigong Hall had been extremely lively recently. The other eight halls all knew that Leigong Hall's senior brother, Zhao Guang, had defected to Daoguang Hall, making the already top-three-ranked Daoguang Hall even more powerful. This two-year competition wasn't a robbery?

  Lei Guangtang had completely lost hope, if it weren't for Zhao Guang, Lei Guangtang was basically a negligible branch. The four elders were also anxious, but there was no way, a forced melon is not sweet. Now that Zhao Guang has left, several good disciples of Jian Xiu have also left, they actually came for Jian Zhuang, now that Jian Zhuang is gone, who would still be willing to stay here.

  It's not just about the sword tomb, near the red is red and near the ink is black. This is a famous saying that means if you guard the weak, you will become weak yourself. Moreover, having strong companions allows you to take on some holy temple tasks together. Another famous saying goes: it's not the god-like opponent that I fear, but rather the pig-like teammate.

  Lei Guang Tang looks like a pigsty to outsiders.

  These years, those with a bit of skill have started to leave, until Zhao Ya's arrival, especially with the introduction of Zhao Guangcai, who is slightly better. However, it was Zhao Guang who brought about both success and failure. Who would have thought that Zhao Guang would leave so abruptly, taking away Lei Guang's last glimmer of hope?

  The entire Leigong Hall is now gloomy and lifeless, and it's even a laughing stock among other branches outside.

  If there's anyone who can bring some hope out of depression for the four elderly people, it would be Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang.

  Zhang Xiaojian and Zhang Zhenren only cultivated for a month before they successfully cultivated the Small Vehicle Bow Technique, raising their Life Mark to six layers, shocking the entire Leigong Hall's bow cultivation. Hu Jing was even more exceptional, cultivating the Small Vehicle Return to Origin Technique, explosively advancing her Life Mark to seven layers, displaying astonishing talent. It is said that she has a natural affinity for alchemy.

  Generally, new disciples tend to experience explosive growth during their initial cultivation period. The better the innate talent, the more pronounced this phenomenon is. However, it's already considered impressive if one can advance a level in half a year. I've never encountered anyone who has experienced such explosive growth before, let alone two individuals at once.

  This also made Zhao Ya and Wan Jing extremely delighted, as Leigong Hall finally had a few good seeds. If they were properly cultivated, then in two years' time at the tournament, even if they couldn't get a good ranking, they could at least maintain some dignity, after all their cultivation time was still short.

  Ranking is secondary, the key is to let people see Leiguan Hall's potential, otherwise when the general hall allocates resources, Leiguan Hall can only get the least, and this vicious cycle goes on, who knows if Leiguan Hall can still hold on.

  When the two showed such talent, Zhao Ya and Wan Jing naturally had to cultivate them with all their might, which also caused lazy Zhang Xiaopang to be busy, and would have slipped away to Wang Meng's place long ago.

  The fatty who received this news immediately sent Hu Ying "Board Chestnut" to deliver a message to Wang Meng, fighting was their favorite thing.

  The fatty who completed the task wanted to set the Tiger Eagle King free, but this guy still clung to the fatty and couldn't be driven away. The fatty, with a kind heart, took in the Tiger Eagle and, when idle, would tap on its forehead, calling it "Board Chestnut".

  Wang Meng glanced at the letter and smiled slightly. Playing house as a child, he suddenly thought that he was also a child, what's important is to participate.

  "Go back and tell Zhang Xiaopang to stop being lazy, or else he'll get beaten up so badly that no one will care!"

  The tiger eagle nodded and quickly rushed into the sky, disappearing from sight. Of course, for a master who only eats and sleeps whenever he has time, it's very difficult for Boardu to bear.

  Night fell, and Hu Jing sat quietly in Wang Meng's courtyard. Wang Meng went to guard the spiritual field, leaving this place to Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang to take care of. Zhang Xiaojiang, that lazy ghost, was clearly unreliable, but Hu Jing came every day to sweep once, then sat on the chessboard, staring blankly, often for one or two hours.

  It's fine now, but at first I was stunned for a whole night.