Chapitre 275: Chapter 275: Exploring the Sect
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. As one of the top three sects, it is also the wealthiest sect. The location where it is situated naturally exudes grandeur and magnificence.
The buildings of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are built around several tall mountains. From outside the mountain gate, lush vegetation covers the peaks, and at the waist of the mountains, clouds linger and mist floats, and you can even see cranes flying with occasional clear high-pitched cries, giving off a vibrant spiritual energy.
Once, Zeng Yi thought that the so-called fairy mountains portrayed in the web novels he read in his previous life were probably of this grandeur and natural landscape.
Just standing outside the sect gate, Zeng Yi could feel abundant spiritual energy rushing toward him, making his body and spirit extremely comfortable.
The land occupied by Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the abundant spiritual energy here, and the cultivation environment for Spirit masters in this place, not to mention the simulated cultivation conditions inside, is even better than the best simulated cultivation environment in any Spirit master academy.
After all, the academy is just an academy, while the sect is one of the top sects on the entire continent. Its territory is not something a small academy could compare to.
Looking at the awe-inspiring mountain gate of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Zeng Yi couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Damn old man, he really misled me!
With such a good place, how could it not be twice the result in half the effort to cultivate here? Yet he let me struggle outside instead of hindering my cultivation progress?
Moreover, Zeng Yi couldn't understand how Ning Fengzhi had such a twisted mind. He actually let his daughter go to an academy outside? Could the resources of that academy compare to Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which is one of the top three sects?
If Ning Rongrong cultivated in the sect, wouldn't her Spirit power increase even faster?
If I had such resources, would I still go to school? Going to school would be a waste of my talent!
What? You say I can follow the protagonist?
Tang San?
Oh, so it's Tang San!
Then it's fine.
Inside Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, several disciples wearing white long robes gathered on an open space.
Among them, a handsome young man held a silver long sword in his right hand. The sharp blade of the sword had some blue-purple patterns. Under the sunlight, the sword blade shimmered, and arcs of electricity danced around the sword, exuding a powerful aura.
On the opposite side of him was a tall and sturdy bald man with a resolute complexion. His hand flashed with a two-meter-long stick. The stick had a dragon pattern winding around it, and at the moment it was revealed, a roar of a dragon resounded.
Boom~
The bald man struck the ground with his dragon stick, and the solid Green Steel Stone ground began to crack. Then, a visible shockwave quickly spread outwards.
The bald man's stick Martial Spirit was no less inferior to the handsome young man's Sword Martial Spirit, and even more powerful and domineering in terms of aura.
Both of them had raised their aura to the extreme, and their spirit rings naturally appeared. A yellow and two purple spirit rings floated around their bodies, moving up and down.
Both of them were Spirit Masters, and their strength didn't seem to have a big difference.
"It seems that the sect has a rule that disciples cannot fight privately. If they have any grievances and want to settle it with a fight, they must do it on the Spirit Duel Arena." disciple who was more than ten meters away from the two couldn't help but glance at the Green Steel Stone floor shattered by the bald disciple's stick and whispered to another disciple next to him, "Do you think if we watch without trying to intervene, we will be involved with them?"
"You need to see who these two are! One is Tuoba Wu, the first on the Purple Spirit Ranking, and the other is Ling Yunfei, the second on the Purple Spirit Ranking. Such powerful people, even if we wanted to stop them, we wouldn't be able to." one disciple said.
"That's true, but how did they end up fighting each other? If Ling Senior Brother wants to compete for first place on the ranking, why wait for the sect's competition in two months? Why not challenge on the Spirit Duel Arena?"
"Who knows, maybe Ling Senior Brother's girlfriend was stolen by Tuoba Senior Brother. Hehehe." one disciple muttered quietly and smirked.
"You're talking about your own mom, right? Isn't Ling Senior Brother as handsome as Tuoba Senior Brother? Moreover, their strengths are not that different, and Ling Senior Brother comes from a powerful family. If I were a woman, I would also choose Ling Senior Brother as my boyfriend."
"Maybe not, perhaps she likes someone with a bigger and stronger 'hardware'?" suddenly, one person unexpectedly blurted out.
Instantly, the group fell silent, unable to respond, feeling that what this guy said made sense.
"Uh, brother, you can say such things privately, don't say them randomly, otherwise, you should know the consequences." a disciple patted the guy's shoulder and warned him seriously.
"Huh? Brother, why aren't you wearing the sect's uniform?" the young man in the green shirt chuckled, "I just reported here, but the sect's clothes haven't been issued yet."
"I see." The disciple nodded. After all, the sect's uniforms were tailored according to the size of each disciple, fitting perfectly. Since he had just arrived, it was normal for him to not have the uniform yet.
"By the way, what were you guys talking about with the Purple Spirit Ranking?"
"Oh, that. It is the sect's ranking of disciples' strength. The Purple Spirit Ranking corresponds to the Spirit Elder realm. There is also the White Spirit Ranking, Yellow Spirit Ranking, and Black Spirit Ranking, corresponding to the first rank of Spirit Master realm, the second rank of Spirit Grandmaster realm, and the fourth rank of Spirit Ancestor realm, respectively."
"I see!" the young man in the green shirt nodded in understanding.
While these surrounding disciples chatted, Tuoba Wu, ranked first on the Purple Spirit Ranking, and Ling Yunfei, ranked second, had already begun their battle. Spiritual power fluctuated, and momentum surged.
"Let me explain to you how they started to fight, so you don't have to keep thinking about these messy things." a disciple glanced at these people discussing gossip helplessly and said.
"You see, although the strengths of the two are quite similar, Tuoba Senior Brother has always been suppressing Ling Senior Brother. In last year's sect competition, Ling Senior Brother also lost to Tuoba Senior Brother by only one move. How could a proud person like Ling Senior Brother be willing to accept this?
And, with the sect competition approaching, Ling Senior Brother wants to become the first on the Purple Spirit Ranking, which can only be achieved this year. Because Tuoba Senior Brother is about to break through to the Spirit Ancestor realm, he will no longer be on the ranking."
"Wouldn't that be better? If Tuoba Senior Brother is no longer on the Purple Spirit Ranking, wouldn't Ling Senior Brother be number one?"
"Better? Ling Senior Brother has always regarded Tuoba Senior Brother as his rival, and he has always wanted to surpass him. The proof of surpassing Tuoba Senior Brother is to defeat him and become the first on the Purple Spirit Ranking. If he obtains the first place through such means, do you think Ling Senior Brother would accept it?"
"Moreover, I heard a rumor that Ling Senior Brother insists on valuing the current first place on the Purple Spirit Ranking because he wants to prove his excellence to the elders of the sect and hopes to be favored by the Elder Sword Douluo, and become the Sword Douluo's disciple."
"Disciple of the Sword Douluo Elder? Is that even possible?" one disciple exclaimed in surprise.
"Why not? Ling Senior Brother's Martial Spirit is also a sword, and it is a high-quality Silver Purple Thunder Spirit Sword, which is not inferior to the Seven Kill Sword Martial Spirit of the Sword Douluo.
I heard that when Ling Senior Brother awakened his Martial Spirit, the Sword Douluo appeared personally and even taught Ling Senior Brother swordsmanship.
Also, there has never been any news in the sect about any disciples of the Sword Douluo. It seems that Ling Senior Brother has a pretty good chance of becoming the disciple of the Sword Douluo."
"Wait, isn't it that Sword Douluo doesn't have any disciples? I remember that the first on the White Spirit Ranking is the Sword Douluo's grand disciple, right? If he doesn't have any disciples, how does he have a grand disciple?" someone said.
"Yes, yes, now that you mention it, I remember. The first on the White Spirit Ranking appeared in the sect a year ago. In just three months, she became the first on the White Spirit Ranking, and until now, no one has been able to shake her position."
"Moreover, that person is a little girl."
"Now the question is, how can the Sword Douluo Elder still have a disciple? Why haven't we heard anything about it in the sect all this time?"
The disciples were all puzzled.
The young man in the green shirt couldn't help but say, "Maybe he's just too handsome, afraid that his good looks would affect the confidence of the sect's disciples and hinder their cultivation, so he has been in seclusion all the time."
The disciples looked at each other with disdainful eyes. They wanted to say he wasn't handsome, but if this brother's appearance was ugly, then Ling Senior Brother, who was currently fighting, would be even uglier, and then how many handsome men would there be in the world?
If they said he was ugly with a clear conscience, then it meant they directly lowered the overall appearance of the world. Then their own appearance would be even uglier.
So, they could only say he was handsome. In this way, their own appearance would be at an average level.
"Handsome Brother, when I saw you, I was attracted by your outstanding and free-spirited handsome temperament, and I knew that you must be extraordinary. I believe that in the future, you will make a great name for yourself in the sect and lead the sect to the pinnacle of the continent." a disciple laughed and praised.
Indeed, among the people I have seen, in terms of narcissism, no one can match you. He looked at Zeng Yi and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Zeng Yi smiled faintly, "Brother, you flatter me. Building up the sect is the responsibility of everyone. The prosperity of a sect cannot be achieved by only one person. The sect can become powerful because of the efforts of each and every one of us. Each of us is a hero of the sect."
"I didn't expect you, brother, to speak so eloquently." one disciple was surprised as he looked at the young man in the green shirt. Although he had narcissism, he did not show any arrogance when receiving praises. Instead, they were humbling each other, which caught him off guard.
"Hehe, I have been to school for a few years and read some books, so I understand some principles."
"By the way, do you practice the sword or the knife?" one disciple asked as he looked at the three swords on Zeng Yi's waist.
"Hehe, I know a little bit of both, just a little bit." Zeng Yi chuckled.
While these few disciples were bragging and chatting, the two people not far away had already reached the final stage of their battle.
Ling Yunfei being second on the Purple Spirit Ranking was not without reason. Compared to him, Tuoba Wu was stronger, and the Dragon Spirit Staff he wielded was danced vibrantly, with a fierce offensive and agile and diverse attacks, making it difficult for Ling Yunfei, whose Martial Spirit was a sword, to defend.
In terms of attack distance, the staff was longer than the sword, and its range was larger. And the agility of staff arts was not weaker than sword arts, and it even had a more domineering momentum. If a swordmaster did not reach a certain level of sword arts, it would indeed be difficult to withstand a staff arts master.
Moreover, Tuoba Wu's Martial Spirit, Dragon Spirit Staff, was not weaker than Ling Yunfei's Martial Spirit, Silver Purple Thunder Spirit Sword. His Spirit power was also at the thirty-ninth level, two levels higher than Ling Yunfei.
To be honest, Ling Yunfei fighting at such a level with a Spirit power level of thirty-seven was already very excellent.
However, Zeng Yi, who was watching the battle, still felt that Ling Yunfei's sword arts realm was not that great. His foundational sword techniques were quite solid, but they stopped at that point. When facing Tuoba Wu's staff arts, it was completely inadequate. In the battle, he tended to use Spirit skills for attacks.
As for his own sword arts foundation, it was used for defense, which was already putting things out of order.
On the battlefield.
A powerful staff strike swept toward Ling Yunfei, carrying a terrifying aura that made it difficult for him to breathe.
He hurriedly blocked his chest with his horizontal sword, and the Dragon Spirit Staff struck the sword body. The powerful force directly pushed Ling Yunfei back ten meters.
A powerful gust of wind caused leaves on the ground to stir, and dust rose, instantly blurring the surrounding vision.
While pushing Ling Yunfei back, Tuoba Wu also pressed forward quickly with his Dragon Spirit Staff, not giving Ling Yunfei any time to catch his breath.
Just as Ling Yunfei was recovering from the energy entwined around his body, he suddenly felt a strong pressure. Tuoba Wu had already appeared above him, holding the Dragon Spirit Staff tightly, bringing a forceful wind pressure down on him.
Along with the descent of the Dragon Spirit Staff, a violent dragon roar accompanied it. The shock of the raging dragon caused Ling Yunfei's body to tremble, and by the time he made a reaction, he could only despairingly watch as the staff swung down. He couldn't help but close his eyes.
A second passed, Ling Yunfei couldn't help but feel puzzled because he didn't feel being struck by the staff. He opened his eyes in astonishment and found that a green-shirted teenager, who held a bamboo sword in one hand, easily blocked Tuoba Wu's powerful staff strike.
This person saved me! Moreover, who is this person?
In Ling Yunfei's eyes, a trace of confusion flashed by.
Seeing that his attack was blocked, Tuoba Wu looked surprised, but his expression remained calm. He quickly retreated to create distance from this stranger, then stared at this person warily and asked, "Who are you?"
Zeng Yi smiled slightly and did not answer. Ling Yunfei kept looking at him while Zeng Yi put the other person's Martial Spirit, the Silver Purple Thunder Spirit Sword, away into his waist.
Then, he heard these words.
"Young man, that's not how you play with a sword."
Immediately after, he found that his own Martial Spirit, the Silver Purple Thunder Spirit Sword, had been absorbed by this stranger. For a moment, he couldn't react.
Zeng Yi held the sword in his right hand. Because it was someone else's Martial Spirit, Zeng Yi felt a sense of discomfort holding it, but he could still use it.
Looking at Tuoba Wu in front of him, Zeng Yi smiled and said, "Be careful."
Immediately, Zeng Yi waved the sword towards him. A one-yard-wide silver sword qi burst out from the sword blade, and the sword qi was also entwined with blue-purple arcs of lightning, flying at high speed towards Tuoba Wu.
This startled Tuoba Wu. He didn't dare to be careless and swung his Dragon Spirit Staff to counter the flying sword qi. The staff shadows danced like a windmill, and his Spirit power surged out from his entire body, defending with all his might.
Boom--
The sword qi slashed onto Tuoba Wu's defensive windmill, and the powerful slashing force directly pushed Tuoba Wu back ten meters before coming to a stop.
The ground where his feet stood was plowed with two gullies, and Tuoba Wu had already stopped. His figure looked embarrassed, his complexion pale, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his chest heaved violently, and his breath was rapid. He used his Martial Spirit to barely support his body, preventing himself from falling, and the hands gripping the staff were already dripping with blood.
This mysterious young man appeared so casual, yet a single slash could unleash such a terrifying sword qi attack. What kind of strength was this?
Tuoba Wu silently looked at this green-shirted young man. Ling Yunfei, on the other hand, stared dumbfoundedly at the young man standing beside him, who wore a smile on his face.
The other disciples from the sect, shocked, felt their eyeballs were about to fall out. They did not expect that the brother they were just bragging with would turn out to be such a terrifying powerhouse.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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