Chapter Sixteen: The Cloud Mystic Sect of the Nine Great Immortal Sects

  This water ball came suddenly, whizzing by, with rolling steam, looking at the momentum, as if it hit, I'm afraid it's enough to burst someone's head.

  Perhaps the head of that tiger was blown up like this before.

  Ling Sheng's eyes flashed with a murderous aura, and he stretched out his hand, thinking of using his sword energy to burst the water ball. Although taking action in this way would be disadvantageous for himself due to the enemy's numerical superiority, he couldn't care less anymore.

  However, at this critical moment, a white strip appeared in the air, about 40-50 feet long, and easily rolled up the water bomb. With a flick, the water ball flew to one side.

  Boom!

  A tree trunk as thick as a man's waist was hit by the water ball, bursting with a loud noise, splashing wood chips everywhere, revealing a charred tree hole the size of a watermelon, almost piercing through the tree.

  Ling Sheng stopped the sword energy that was about to strike and kill, but he didn't relax his vigilance, still accumulating momentum and waiting for an opportunity. Seeing this scene, he calculated in his heart: "This water ball has quite a bit of power, it can probably shoot out 50 or 60 steps away. Although it couldn't penetrate this tree trunk, it also shot out a hole big enough to hold a watermelon. To say the least, although it's not as sharp as my sword energy, it's more than enough to kill tigers and leopards."

  The gentle woman who had come to his rescue slightly furrowed her brow and nodded slightly at Ling Sheng, with a hint of apology.

  It was the white-haired old man who had previously provoked the conversation, and at this time he had a rather charitable expression. He said: "Zhao Shidi, if your water thunder hits its mark, even if it's someone in the same spiritual realm as us, they may not be able to withstand it. This person is unfamiliar with us, and before asking about the situation, he made such a ruthless move, which is somewhat reckless. Fortunately, Lin Yun Shimei intervened, otherwise it would have been a case of indiscriminate killing."

  "Reckless?" The proud young man smiled coldly, but his eyes saw that the woman named Lin Yun furrowed her brow, and he suppressed his displeasure, but also didn't make another move.

  Others also stood by and watched with cold eyes.

  These few people seem to be at odds with each other, but the one who truly catches the eye is Lin Yun, the woman who reached out to save them earlier. Ling Sheng makes a mental guess, and from that previous move, it seems that Lin Yun's skills are already higher than those of everyone present. However, this woman only acted to save people, showing her good nature. Moreover, although she took action, it was limited to saving people, without any other movements, neither trying to establish dominance nor punishing anyone, which suggests that her methods seem somewhat gentle.

  This group of people are either unruly or dignified, but Lin Yun is a high-ranking official with a kind heart and gentle means, afraid that he can't control the others, so he shouldn't be the one in charge.

  In the end, Ling Sheng concluded that this was a group of Cloud Mystic Sect disciples with their own thoughts.

  The old man with white hair looked him up and down secretly, and suddenly said: "If I'm not mistaken, fellow Taoist is probably a disciple of Xuangming Xianshan?"

  Ling Sheng raised an eyebrow, "Old Immortal has good eyesight, but I don't know how you saw through it?"

  An old man with white hair smiled and pointed at the sword scabbard on Ling Sheng's back, saying: "This sword scabbard is extraordinary in material, with mysterious symbols engraved on it. Judging from this craftsmanship, it must be from the Xu Ming Xian Shan."

  "Huh?" Ling Sheng was taken aback, thinking back to when he had first received the sword case from Su Bai. At that time, he had been a lowly sword servant for several days, and after Su Bai's death, the sword case had remained in his possession. It had already been over ten days since then, but he had never carefully examined it once.

  Ling Sheng felt a twinge of embarrassment in the dark alley, this sword sheath had been in his hands for over ten days and yet he still couldn't see through it as clearly as others could with just one glance.

  However, Ling Sheng devoted himself to practicing the "Jian Qi Tong Xuan Pian", and even so, he still felt that his energy was insufficient, naturally he wouldn't divide his attention to other things. Even the Qing Wang Shen Jiao's Yangui Jingwen, Ling Sheng only casually flipped through two pages, memorized the content, but had no intention of practicing it.

  All heavens and worlds, infinite great methods, rather than being widely knowledgeable about all worldly methods, it is better to specialize in one way.

  Even if you understand all sorts of methods, it's still not as good as one sword piercing through the sky and directly pointing to the great way of longevity.

  One sword breaks all laws, how fierce!

  "The Qi of the Sword" is the most superior skill in the world, why give up the foundation and pursue the trivial, abandoning the great to seek the small by studying other schools?

  Thinking of this, Ling Sheng's mind became even more determined, and he felt a sense of relief.

  "Junior brother's wit is extremely high, unexpectedly able to tidy up his thoughts in an instant, grasp the mental state, it really makes Wang Li feel envious." The middle-aged man had a tone of praise and said, "We are all disciples of Yunxuan Gate, we came here to hunt down a heterodox demon, I don't know why junior brother came here?"

  Yunxuan Gate disciple? Ling Sheng was slightly startled.

  Yunxuan Gate is one of the nine major Taoist sects in China, and it is as famous as Kongming Xianshan and Lingtong Tianbao Sect. These people are extraordinary, obviously they are inner disciples.

  The weight of Yunxuanmen's inner sect disciples is not necessarily lighter than that of Kongming Xianshan's inner sect disciples.

  Ling Sheng thought to himself, if he were to encounter a group of scattered cultivators, he might be able to hold his own for a while. But now that he had encountered an inner disciple from one of the nine major sects, it was not certain whether he could emerge victorious even in a one-on-one duel.

  Although Ling Cheng was not afraid of his opponent in his heart, the other party did not put him in their eyes. For example, that arrogant young man had a greedy intention.

  "This is the sword sheath of Kongming Xianshan, the material is not bad, and the symbol engraving has some skill." The arrogant young man stared at the sword sheath, his eyes narrowed, and said coldly: "Kid, bring that thing over here."

  Everyone else smiled, including the dignified old man with white hair.

  It was this woman named Lin Yun whose brow furrowed as if she were about to speak.

  However, Ling Sheng asked: "Why send it over?"

  "Cut the nonsense!" The arrogant young man said: "I'm telling you to deliver it over here, so just deliver it over here."

  "If I told you to die, would you go or not?" Ling Sheng asked solemnly.

  "You little brat, you're asking for trouble!"

  A proud and arrogant young man shouted angrily, his two hands grasped emptily, and suddenly two water bombs condensed out of thin air in his hands.

  Except for Lin Yun, everyone else showed a hint of a smile, and some even exchanged glances with each other, as if they were enjoying the show. Even the seemingly benevolent old man with white hair had a flash of cold smile in his eyes.

  Lin Yun's expression was calm as he said, "Zhao Ling, if you really like this sword box, then take out some good things and exchange them with him."

  "Exchange?" Zhao Ling sneered and said: "Killing him, isn't it mine?"

  Ling Sheng's expression suddenly turned cold, and he secretly calculated in his heart: "Everyone is at the Yuqi boundary, but this person's Dao line is obviously higher than mine by a level. However, relying on the sharpness of my sword energy, I have a 90% chance of killing this arrogant young man on the spot. But I need an interval of three breaths to transform one sword energy, and against others, I don't even have half a chance of winning."

  Ling Sheng glanced roughly at the crowd in the field and turned over thousands of thoughts in his mind.