Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 119 Mr. Huang: I have been promoted to the eleventh realm, thanks to the guidance of His Majesty the Ninth Prince!

The soul of an old man with silver hair emerged from the jade pendant.

The old man's sword-like bones were strong, and even though only a remnant of his soul was left, there was still a hint of pride between his brows.

"Why aren't you satisfied, kid?"

"Without my guidance, how could you obtain the Taixu Jiemie Sword from the Tianque Sword Palace?"

"The Great Void Tribulation Sword, this is a void sword technique that is comparable to the royal family's Huangji Poxu Sword."

"The preciousness of the Void Sword Technique needs no further explanation from me."

Master Jian's words left Li Qingya silent.

Li Qingya knew very well how precious the inheritance of the Taixu Jiemie Sword was.

The Void Sword Technique is the most advanced and precious among all the sword techniques.

And it is a sword technique at the level of Taiyi Divine Power.

It is comparable to the Huangji Poxu Sword.

Putting aside other things, as long as this sword technique is passed down, their Li family will definitely stand out from the twenty-four families of Yuntai Pavilion.

However, he and Master Jian are not related at all.

Why would Master Jian give such a precious inheritance to himself?

Li Qingya took a deep breath. He did not show the arrogance that comes with inheriting the inheritance. Instead, he was terrifyingly calm, not at all like a teenager of his age.

"Master Jian, you are so kind!" Li Qingya cupped his hands. "I will always remember your kindness, Master Jian."

"only……"

"Such a precious inheritance, why would Master Jian give it to me?"

"Could it be that Master Jian has no descendants?"

Hearing this, Old Jian laughed heartily.

"Hahaha……"

"You are quite cautious, boy. You are worthy of being the one I have chosen."

"I'm giving you the chance to obtain the Taixu Jiemie Sword, and naturally I have my own plans for that."

Hearing this, Li Qingya perked up and pricked up his ears to listen to Master Jian's narration.

"Boy, do you know where I come from?"

"I don't know!"

"However, Master Jian, you have great cultivation and broad knowledge. I think you come from an extraordinary background."

"Haha..." Old Jian smiled, looking a little proud, "You have good taste, kid."

"I am an elder of the Qiankun Sect."

"Qian Kun Sect? The world's number one holy place?"

Hearing that Master Jian came from the Qiankun Sect, Li Qingya subconsciously exclaimed and blurted out.

Then, he suddenly realized that something was wrong and his expression became serious.

"wrong!"

"Qiankun Sect is a Taoist holy place. Master Jian, you are a martial artist. How can you be an elder of Qiankun Sect?"

"Tsk tsk - you kid, you don't know something!" Old Jian smiled, a mysterious expression on his face.

"Who said that the Qiankun Sect only has Taoist practitioners and no martial artists?"

"This isn't something everyone in the world knows..."

Li Qingya was stunned for a moment, but halfway through his words, he realized that there was another hidden story behind this matter.

"hey-hey!"

"Today, I will tell you a secret inside the Qiankun Sect."

"You must swear an oath to me, the old man, not to reveal it to anyone else."

Seeing Master Jian's serious look, Li Qingya's expression also became serious.

"It's natural!"

"I won't make things difficult for you, Master Jian!"

"I, Li Qingya, swear by my inner demon that I will never reveal what happened today."

After Li Qingya finished his oath to his inner demon, Old Jian spoke slowly.

"This matter has to start from ten thousand years ago."

"Ten thousand years ago, the leader of the Qiankun Sect had a wife who was a martial artist and made great contributions to the Qiankun Sect."

"The entire Qiankun Sect, mindful of the Sect Master's wife's dedication, agreed to let her martial arts tradition remain within the Qiankun Sect."

"Therefore, in addition to the Taoist tradition known to the world, the Qiankun Sect also has a martial arts tradition."

"This lineage is also known as the hidden lineage within the Qiankun Sect."

After hearing the whole story, Li Qingya's face showed deep surprise.

The Qiankun Sect actually has hidden veins.

Amidst Li Qingya's surprised expression, Old Jian told the story.

"I think you have guessed my origins."

"I am an elder of the Qiankun Sect's Hidden Vein, specializing in the Dao of the Sword."

"When I was young, after hearing about the deeds of the founder of the Sword Pavilion and the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion, I became obsessed with the immortal inheritance in the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion."

"After more than a hundred years, we finally found a clue."

"It's a pity that only cultivators below the tenth realm can enter the Tianque Sword Palace deep in the sea of ​​clouds."

"By that time, I had already cultivated to the tenth realm for several decades."

"I can only sigh in despair!"

Endless emotion appeared on Old Jian's face.

It seems like he is lamenting his bad luck.

Then he snorted.

"If it were sixty years earlier, I would have entered the Tianque Sword Palace and taken away the inheritance of the Taixu Jiemie Sword."

"How can you get it for nothing?"

Li Qingya didn't feel sorry at all.

In the end, Master Jian chose to pass on the inheritance of the Taixu Jiemie Sword to himself, and he obviously had his own plans.

He listened carefully and heard Master Jian explain the reason.

"Later, I was careless and was ambushed by the evil spirits of the God Worship Sect. My body was destroyed, and only a remnant of my soul remained, which was placed in the jade pendant."

"There is a treasure in the Qiankun Sect that can help me rebuild my body."

"It's a pity that the treasure comes at a high price."

"Even if you are an elder of the Qiankun Sect, you are not qualified to use that treasure to rebuild your body unless you have made great contributions."

Hearing this, Li Qingya's expression changed.

Thoughtful in mind.

“So, Senior wants to train me…” “That’s right!”

"As I am now a mere remnant of my soul, my only chance to achieve extraordinary feats is to train a genius for the sect."

"I have been observing you for three years in the jade pendant and have confirmed that you are a rare sword cultivator. Your future achievements will not be inferior to mine."

"With your talent, coupled with my guidance, your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to the four Daoists of the Qiankun Sect."

"It's even better than the four of them!"

Master Jian’s description made Li Qingya’s heart surge with emotion.

The disciples of Qiankun Sect have always been the top geniuses in every generation.

When they grow up, the weakest ones are all strong people in the eleventh realm.

His potential is above that of the four Daozi.

This evaluation is equivalent to reaching the twelfth level!
"Thank you, Master Jian, for your guidance!" Li Qingya said with a bow.

"Haha, you kid!"

"Why don't you call me Master now?"

"Disciple greets Master!"

……

Shuyuxuan.

Concubine Min's bedroom.

These days, Shuyuxuan is decorated with lights and there is a festive atmosphere.

All the servants in Shuyuxuan were delighted.

They knew that there was a hidden dragon among their master's family.

It was Li Qingya, the one that all the princes were vying to win over.

These days, the smile on Concubine Min's face has been particularly bright, like a blooming peony.

Ever since the news came out that Li Qingya had inherited the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion, the corners of her mouth have never closed.

"Have a banquet. I want to entertain all the concubines in the palace."

"By the way, Concubine Ning must be notified. Don't drag my good sister down with you."

Upon hearing this, the maid immediately understood what Concubine Min meant.

Although Concubine Min always calls me her good sister, everyone in Shuyuxuan knows that their master and Concubine Ning are the most at odds with each other.

Especially after the rise of the Ninth Prince, his master suffered repeated losses in his confrontations with Concubine Ning.

Today, the master is going to return all the anger he suffered in the past.

Concubine Min was in a good mood, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly on her charming face.

The concubines in the harem compete with each other on these few things.

The emperor’s favor, offspring and the mother’s family!

Her family finally made some progress, so Concubine Min naturally didn't want to be lonely.

If you wear brocade clothes at night, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?
……

Huang Mansion.

Pei Qingxuan looked towards the quiet room in the backyard.

In the quiet room in the backyard, the energy was surging, affecting the spiritual energy in the void.

Even through the formation, Pei Qingxuan could feel the terrifying and surging energy.

suddenly.

There was a buzz.

The spiritual energy in the entire Huang Mansion seemed to be boiling.

Like a whale swallowing a siphon, it flowed back into the quiet room, forming a vortex in the air.

"Old Huang has broken through the bottleneck, and it's a critical moment!"

Pei Qingxuan's eyes narrowed, and the expression on her pretty face became extremely serious and solemn.

If it weren't for the formation blocking the view, the entire Yujing City would probably be able to feel this strange phenomenon clearly.

The vision lasted about a quarter of an hour.

The vortex of spiritual energy slowly dissipated.

A powerful aura arose spontaneously and hovered over the quiet room.

Feeling this extremely condensed aura, Pei Qingxuan became spirited and a hint of joy appeared on her pretty face.

Become!

Mr. Huang has been promoted to the eleventh realm!

Pei Qingxuan felt sincerely happy. With Mr. Huang, a powerful master of the eleventh realm, in charge, his hope of avenging his master was increased.

After Mr. Huang adjusted his breathing for a while, the formation in the quiet room slowly closed.

"Congratulations, Uncle Huang, your magical power has been perfected!"

Pei Qingxuan's voice of congratulations cut through the air and entered the quiet room.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang chuckled.

"Hahaha--"

"It can't be considered a great achievement!"

"Compared to your master, there's still a lot of gap!"

Old Huang sighed, and his figure flashed and appeared in front of Pei Qingxuan.

Mo Wufeng is a contemporary swordsman, with great skills in swordsmanship and profound knowledge of Taoism.

He is one of the few sword cultivators in the world who has reached the eleventh realm.

A sword cultivator, famous for his combat prowess.

A sword cultivator at the eleventh realm is strong enough to fight against a strong man at the twelfth realm.

Even after Mr. Huang was promoted to the eleventh realm, he still did not feel that he was a match for Mo Wufeng.

"Uncle Huang, you've been promoted to the eleventh realm. Congratulations!"

"I was able to break through the bottleneck thanks to the guidance of His Majesty the Ninth Prince!" Old Huang sighed.

Hearing this, Pei Qingxuan's face showed deep surprise and blurted out.

"Ninth Prince, what does this have to do with you?"

The doubt on Pei Qingxuan's face was so strong that it almost turned into substance and flowed out.

In her opinion, the Ninth Prince was only at the third realm, so how could he guide Mr. Huang, who was at the tenth realm, to break through the bottleneck?

When Mr. Huang saw Pei Qingxuan's disbelieving look, he gave her a mysterious smile with a look that said, "You are too young."

"hey-hey!"

"Let me explain this matter to you."

(End of this chapter)