Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

The protagonist of the original story, Shen Yanzhou, admired his master in his previous life but was unable to express it.

Because of his alien identity, he caused disputes and was expelled from the sect by the protagonist.

After his unexpected rebirth, he was no longer taken back to the sect by the protagonist according to his fate in his previous life.

However, the content the system gave Pei Yu was not detailed, and the description of the protagonists was even less.

into the night.

The Holy Sword Sect is located high up in the mountains, and the temperature drops significantly late at night.

A group of young cultivators who were participating in the Immortal Sect election walked out of a room happily.

Those who participated in the Immortal Sect election were all young people, some of whom were not even more than ten years old.

These young practitioners from all over the world gathered together, the atmosphere was very high, and they almost talked all night long by candlelight.

"Brother Shen, would you like to have a drink together?"

Someone in the courtyard was shaking a wine jug and speaking to Shen Yanzhou who was not far away.

Shen Yanzhou: "I don't drink."

The cultivator next to the man burped drunkenly, patted the man on the chest and said: "I haven't even had the ceremony of becoming a crown yet, so don't encourage a child to drink!"

"Okay, if he doesn't want to drink, don't run away!"

"Don't just blame me, don't run away."

"I'm not bragging, my alcohol tolerance is..."

The figures arm in arm gradually walked away into the corridor.

Shen Yanzhou took off the water bag from his waist and raised his head to drink it all.

However, before the water bag got close to his mouth, there was a "pop" sound and the water bag disappeared.

Shen Yanzhou: "..."

Shen Yanzhou's eyes narrowed and he looked in the direction where the water bag disappeared.

However, there were only swaying leaves and branches, not even a drop of water, let alone a water bag.

Shen Yanzhou lowered his eyes and stared at his hands, feeling that he should drink.

Otherwise, the water bag would not have disappeared inexplicably.

Does the Holy Sword Sect have any specific explanation?

"Seventh Master, if this matter gets out, people will think that our Holy Sword Sect has something to say."

Yan Sheng stared at the water bag in Pei Yu's hand with a strange expression.

How come Uncle Seventh, who is going on a long journey, falls in love with these strange and bizarre things?

What's the hobby of stealing other people's water bags?

Yan Sheng glanced at Pei Yu's expression cautiously.

Pei Yu: "You're exposed?"

Yan Sheng shook his head: "Absolutely not."

Pei Yu: "Were you seen by others on your way back?"

"Seventh Master, your Wangshu Peak is the highest peak among the Holy Sword Sect's peaks. It is a place where you can pick the stars with your hands. Disciples with insufficient cultivation cannot even find their way to the top. I'm sure no one will be able to see me along the way."

Yan Sheng said indifferently, then he stopped talking abruptly as he understood what Pei Yu meant.

Pei Yu moved the water bag in his hand with his fingertips.

This water bag feels warm to the touch and its manufacturing material seems to be ordinary, but it actually contains a secret.

Pei Yu moved his fingers slightly, and the crystal blue spiritual power turned into silk threads as thin as hair, wrapping around and penetrating into the water bag.

As the spiritual power from Pei Yu's fingertips seeped in, the water bag trembled a few times and then lay quietly back in Pei Yu's palm.

Golden runes appeared on the originally empty surface.

Yan Sheng looked surprised: "It's a rune!"

Pei Yu tapped the water bag with his fingers.

"Take it back and let your master study it."

"ah?"

As Pei Yu finished speaking, the water bag that was originally in his hand flew into Yan Sheng's arms.

Yan Sheng held the water bag and said, "Seventh Master, I have something to report to you."

Pei Yu: "What's the matter?"

Yan Sheng: "I heard from other disciples of the sect that I subdued a Beiyuan lion in the inn... But I was with my master at that time, so it was impossible for me to subdue a lion."

Pei Yu: "..."

"Seventh Master, you have great magical powers, can you find out who that person is?"

Yan Sheng took a step forward holding the water bag, but his eyes blurred and his body continued to fall downwards as if it were weightless.

When he regained consciousness, he was already at the foot of Wangshu Peak.

Yan Sheng: "?" Are you so anxious about Wen Fuwen's matter?

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked out.

—

Three days later.

The Immortal Sect election officially begins.

The Holy Sword Sect is the number one sect in the world, and the venue for this immortal sect election will be set here.

Practitioners from all corners of the world, regardless of their sect or background, can have the opportunity to join the sect of their choice by demonstrating their cultivation strength.

Some people even become disciples of elders from various major sects.

"I can't say for sure, but more than 80% of them are here for the Holy Sword Sect."

"Nonsense, that's the Holy Sword Sect. Even if I can't become the elder's disciple, becoming an inner disciple of the Holy Sword Sect is not a loss."

"You may also be an outer disciple."

"Even if he is an outer disciple, I will give it a try."

"Speaking of which, among the several elders of the Holy Sword Sect, it seems that only the Seventh Elder has no disciples."

"The Seventh Elder has never selected a disciple before. This is the first time this year."

"I heard that these seven elders look very young and their looks are top-notch."

"Is this true? Then I must work hard to prepare for this competition..."

Bai Shenyi stepped over the whispers behind him and walked towards the competition venue.

In the Immortal Sect election, the spiritual power is tested and unorthodox methods are not allowed.

When Bai Shenyi arrived, the selection for the first group had already begun.

The protective formation set up by the elders of the Holy Sword Sect's Elder Hall was indestructible.

Bai Shenyi caught a glimpse of a familiar crystal blue spiritual power in it.

thump—

With a loud bang, one of the cultivators on the stage fell limply to the ground after the attack.

"Hey, little brat."

Bai Shenyi frowned and looked at the person next to him: "...Who are you?"

"It's to send money."

He gestured with his fingers: "The next ones are a disciple from Baihua Valley and a disciple from Yaowang Valley. You place your bet on who will win. If you bet right..."

He made a motion of throwing money.

"If you bet right, you'll have money!"

Bai Shenyi noticed that his clothes looked familiar: "Are you an inner disciple of the Holy Sword Sect?"

"You can see that, too."

The man was dumbfounded.