My ordinary path to immortality shouldn't end here.

Chapter 122 The dumplings weren't very good because of this dish of vinegar.

Mount Shu is very abnormal, especially since everything about Mount Shu has been infinitely deified in the hearts of these menial disciples. All the menial disciples of Mount Shu consider it their life's work to dedicate their lives to the new disciples of Mount Shu.

"Then, shouldn't the tribulations that Heaven and Earth have for the immortal path of Mount Shu be fulfilled here?"

Bai Chijing seemed to be deep in thought. This was a discovery that could hardly be called a discovery, because he had noticed it long ago, but before that he was unaware of the great calamity that Heaven and Earth were planning for the immortal path of Mount Shu.

Now that he knew about this, and since his own inspired self had encountered this indescribable situation, Bai Chijing naturally couldn't help but ponder it.

After all, stories don't happen without coincidences.

The first time was an unexpected success, and the second time, following the clues, although it may not be a 100% replica of the previous success, the chances of getting a lower-grade rating are still quite high.

If it really doesn't work out, Bai Chijing is fine too; we can just find another angle to target him. Anyway, since it's Heaven and Earth targeting the calamity on Shushan's path to immortality, we should just openly oppose Shushan as much as possible.

Thus, with a thought from Bai Chijing, his inspiration, reflected in the distant Shu Mountain, began his "hated by people and dogs" journey.

Originally, he was too lazy to bother with these people whose actual cultivation was far inferior to his own, but now, for the sake of his evil intentions, Bai Chijing didn't mind arguing with them more.

These people always appear like a persistent leech, their tricks are clichéd and old-fashioned, with nothing new to offer. However, their remarks always give Bai Chijing a sense of having his eyes opened.

After all, he had never seen anyone who had taken the job of a servant to such a level of honor and purpose. Not only did he want to be like that himself, but he also couldn't stand seeing others not doing the same.

Saying someone is sick would be considered a compliment.

Bai Chijing's way of dealing with these people was naturally not to fight them, since winning would only make him lose face. So each time, Bai Chijing would use the "Summer Picking Technique" to devise a new method and then thoroughly humiliate them.

For example, the heat of summer, the noise of cicadas, and the scorching midday wind are all common pranks, but they shine brightly in the hands of Bai Chijing, who is inspired by inspiration. The noise of cicadas alone makes a group of menial disciples feel irritable and restless day and night, as if they have developed a demon in their hearts.

Bai Chijing never used his Outer Mind Realm abilities from beginning to end, because there was no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut, especially since he wasn't actually killing a chicken, but just teasing it.

However, unlike Bai Chijing's mindset, the group of menial disciples were quite frightened by the manifestation of Bai Chijing's inspired body.

At first, most people thought it was an evil technique, but there were always some smart people who realized that this "Bai Er" had comprehended a profound method from the "Summer Gathering Technique".

This discovery naturally aroused the envy of many menial disciples. They all practiced useless menial disciple techniques. It was one thing that you didn't have to do hard work for the Shushan disciples, but you were able to comprehend such profound methods from these menial disciple techniques!

Why?

Humans are inherently prone to blind obedience, especially when there are people secretly pushing and influencing their hearts and minds.

Although the Crimson Swordsman Tu Wen is dead, it doesn't diminish the value of someone born with great fortune. After all, under any circumstances, someone born with great fortune is always the best bait.

Previously, when the Shushan Sect Leader Xuan Kong sent Bai Chijing, whose spiritual reflection form was sent to Chiyun Cave, wasn't it precisely because he wanted to use this innate great fortune to lure out all of Tu Wen's knowledge, as well as that twelve-armed old demon?
Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Despite all the scheming of Shushan, they were utterly defeated because of Bai Chijing's desire for high-level evil thoughts.

However, due to Bai Chijing's deliberate manipulation of his spiritual reflection, coupled with the secret manipulation of the disciples' opinions, this spiritual reflection had reached the point of being ostracized and hated by everyone in just ten days.

Xuan Yunmo was very satisfied with this and did not see any problem with it.

The only thing that surprised him was that it was just the talent that "Bai Er" could display at this age. He had cultivated the seemingly useless "Summer Picking Technique" to an unimaginable level.

Although there is still some gap between it and the methods practiced by the beginner disciples of Mount Shu, it is only that it lacks the method of nurturing sword energy and a magic sword of the human immortal realm.

This is an incredibly terrifying use of talent.

Therefore, Xuan Yunmo planned to subdue this "Bai Er" in this regard, while "reasoning with him and appealing to his emotions" to make this person with great fortune obediently serve him.

"What do you want from me?" Bai Chijing, in his inspired form, encountered another melodramatic "plot," but he didn't mind. After all, he had become quite used to this kind of encounter recently.

However, this time, he clearly sensed something unusual, because one of the menial disciples had a very unfamiliar aura.

As expected, after Bai Chijing's inspired form offered a simple greeting, the group of menial disciples became extremely indignant, as they always felt that "Bai Er" was looking down on them.

Then, at that moment, someone seized the opportunity to rush out and said, "Junior Brother Bai Er, although your talent is extraordinary, don't be too arrogant. Today, some senior brothers and sisters are practicing sword formations. May we go and watch? Then... can you create your own sword formation?"

This reveals the true intentions behind everything; all this dumpling-making was for this dish of vinegar.

"Lead the way!" Bai Chijing, in his inspired form, appropriately displayed a somewhat arrogant attitude. After all, his current persona was that of a "young man."

As the saying goes, how can you be considered a young person if you're not full of youthful vigor?
Faced with Bai Chijing's display of arrogance through his spiritual reflection, many of the menial disciples were naturally itching to act, and immediately led the way forward. They wanted to see how long this "120" could remain so arrogant!

Bai Chijing knew that "vinegar" was coming first, so he followed.

Before long, they arrived at a solitary cliff outside the servants' quarters.

This is Mojian Cliff.

It is said that in the early days, it was intended to allow new disciples of Mount Shu to practice and demonstrate the true teachings of Mount Shu, so as to inspire the disciples who were doing odd jobs. However, it has been almost a hundred years since any new disciples have practiced on Sword Grinding Cliff.

However, at this moment, when Bai Chijing's inspired body came over with others, he saw seven figures standing on the cliff top from afar.

These are seven disciples of Mount Shu, dressed in the attire only disciples can wear. As the mountain wind blows, their robes flutter, exuding an aura of otherworldly transcendence.

These seven men, each carrying a sword on their backs, stood in the orientation of the Big Dipper.

In front of them hung a radiant Bagua array.

This array plate, though no bigger than the palm of one's hand, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. At its core, a wisp of pure sword energy swirled and flowed, echoing the wisps of peculiar turbid air rising from the bottom of the cliff.

At that moment, as if seeing Bai Chijing's inspired form arrive, the Bagua array plate in front of the seven disciples instantly shone brightly and vibrated with a buzzing sound.

"Whoosh! Whoosh..."

Seven crisp, heart-stopping sword cries rang out almost simultaneously.

Then, seven magical swords of different colors soared into the sky, each radiating its own unique hue.

Crimson Flame, Azure Frost, Bright Clouds, Azure Water, Purple Lightning, Profound Universe, and Pure Jade—these are the names of the seven magic swords, and also represent their colors.

At this moment, as the seven different colored magic swords rose into the air, they instantly stuck together. However, instead of colliding, they intertwined and entangled, transforming into a roaring and surging seven-colored sword energy dragon!

This sword-wielding dragon has incredibly intelligent eyes, almost like a real living being.

For a time, the place became incredibly popular.

At least the disciples who came over as servants, and the one who specially made this plate of dumplings for a dish of vinegar, were all amazed.

Because this is a famous sword formation in Shu Mountain, called the Descending Mountain Sword Formation!
The name is quite ordinary, but whenever more than seven Shushan disciples descend the mountain together, the sword formation they unleash is always this one.

With this sword formation, even seven Shushan disciples who have just entered the Qi Refining stage can kill a heretical immortal or a rogue immortal.

That's absolutely unreasonable!
At this moment, the purpose of unleashing the descending sword formation was to intimidate Bai Chijing's spiritual reflection body, so that the group of miscellaneous disciples could ridicule him, thus making it easier for Xuan Yunmo to save the day at the crucial moment!
This is all part of a pre-arranged script!

However, just then, before these menial disciples could begin to exert their power and attack Bai Chijing's spiritual reflection body, a black mist split into seven and then soared into the sky!

Then, the seven streams of black energy merged into one and crashed straight into the sword energy dragon!
In an instant, the sword energy dragon vanished without a trace, like boiling water poured onto snow.

For a moment, the entire room fell silent.

Because everyone saw that the black mist was formed when "Bai Er" casually grabbed a clump of black soil, kneaded it into a small ball, and flicked it out with his finger.

This move immediately stunned everyone.

After all, it's even more outrageous than the Downhill Sword Formation.

After a long while, someone finally came to their senses; they were the seven Shu Mountain disciples who had just entered the sect on the Sword-Sharpening Cliff.

The faces of these seven men alternated between pale and flushed.

"you……"

They wanted to say something, but remembering the kindness of the person who had brought them here, they were momentarily speechless.

Fortunately, at that moment, a quick-witted person shouted, "Bai Er, is this your sword formation?"

(End of this chapter)