Offering my divine power to break my karma

Hearing the answer from his junior fellow apprentice, Qingze shouted silently in his heart.

As if seeing what Qingze wanted to say, Qingyu raised her hand to interrupt Qingze and continued calmly:

"Brother, cultivation is against the will of heaven. We cultivators are lucky to be able to explore one or two secrets of heaven. If we go against our nature for the sake of those secrets that we have not yet understood, I am afraid that our Taoism will be damaged. What's more..."

Having said that, Qingyu raised her head, looked at Qingze seriously, and said in a firm tone:

"Brother, I don't believe in fate. I believe man can conquer nature. Everything depends on man."

After Qingyu finished speaking, the pavilion was silent. After a long while, Qingze sighed deeply and said with a wry smile:

"It's my brother who is narrow-minded."

Yes, when did his junior brother ever accept his fate? When did he ever succumb to fate? When did he ever let fate control him?

Forget it, if the Heavenly Dao is determined to lead his good junior brother down the wrong path in the future, then he, as the senior brother, will try his best and play against the Heavenly Dao. What's wrong? The worst that can happen is that he will die.

Qingyu, who had no idea how bold his senior brother's thoughts were at the moment, picked up the teapot and filled his empty cup with tea. Although his voice was cold, it could not hide his gentleness as he said:

"Brother, you are too concerned and confused."

"Okay, then Senior Brother will not take care of this matter for the time being. You should take care of it yourself."

After figuring out some things, Qingze stopped worrying about them.

Of course, this is just a temporary solution. If things continue to develop in such an outrageous and immoral way in the future, Qingze will definitely not stand idly by.

"Well, don't worry, brother."

Seeing that his senior brother was no longer concerned about the vague future, a smile flashed in Qingyu's eyes and he agreed seriously.

The two looked at each other and smiled again.

They picked up the teacups, clinked glasses with each other, and drank it all in one gulp, just like when they were young and full of vigor and vitality. Whenever their cultivation improved, the two of them would drink from each other.

When the two brothers were enjoying a good chat and drinking tea, Elder Zhang, who was in charge of the sword formation, came hurriedly. The expression on his face seemed to be surprise, anxiety, excitement, and worry. In short, it was very complicated, so complicated that Elder Zhang's old face was a little distorted.

Seeing this, the two brothers looked at each other, put down their teacups and looked at the person who came.

"Greetings to the Sect Master, and greetings to Venerable Qingyu."

Recognizing that this was Elder Zhang who was in charge of the sword formation, and seeing the complicated expression on the elder's face, Qingze frowned and asked:

"But there's something wrong with the sword formation?"

Hearing the word "sword formation", Qingyu suddenly remembered that his third disciple should also be in the sword formation at this time.

Thinking of this, Qingyu couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little worried.

Seeing that the Sect Master and Venerable Qingyu both frowned, Elder Zhang guessed that the two might have misunderstood something, and he quickly explained:

"Master, rest assured, there is nothing wrong with the sword formation. Today, a foundation-building disciple has broken the record of the seventh level, and has made it all the way from the first level to the eighth level of the sword formation."

When talking about reaching the eighth level of the sword formation, Elder Zhang's voice changed in tone with excitement.

Being able to make it all the way from the first level to the eighth level of the sword formation shows how talented this foundation-building disciple is.

For a sect, a particularly outstanding foundation-building disciple means more than just a more outstanding person among the foundation-building disciples.

Just like the future development of a country needs excellent children to support it, the future of a sect also needs excellent disciples to support it. Therefore, a particularly excellent foundation-building disciple is the hope of a sect in the future.

Although monks have long lifespans, they will eventually grow old. Their fate will be either to succeed in ascending to heaven if they are lucky, or to die regretfully if they are unlucky. The future of the sect will ultimately be handed over to the younger generation of monks.

The more outstanding the younger generation is, the better the sect’s future development will be.

Now that there is a foundation-building disciple in the sect who can break through the first level of the sword formation to the eighth level in one go, how can Elder Zhang, an old man from the Qingyun Sect, not be excited?

After hearing Elder Zhang's explanation, Qingze and Qingyu felt relieved, and their hearts were filled with curiosity and joy.

The record that foundation-building disciples can only reach the seventh level of the sword formation was set by the two brothers when they were young. Now that a disciple has been able to break their record, they are naturally curious about the identity of that disciple.

More importantly, a powerful foundation-building disciple has emerged in the sect. This is a great thing. After all, the current foundation-building disciple may become the backbone of Qingyun Sect in the future. As the sect master, Qingze naturally wants to go and take a look.

"Okay, okay, this is a great thing."

After saying three good words in a row, Qingze stood up and invited Qingyu with a tone that could not hide his joy:

"Ayu, come with me to see who the disciple who can break our brothers' record is, how about that?"

"That's exactly what I meant. My third disciple happens to be in the sword formation as well, so let's go and see which level the kid has reached."

When Qingze heard his junior fellow apprentice mention his third disciple, an image of a girl with a silver mask on her face and a cold and aloof temperament immediately emerged in his mind.

However, the next second, the cold and aloof girl came to him holding a notebook filled with words, and looked at him sincerely with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Then, she opened her little mouth and asked questions one after another, regardless of her own life or death. Although they were related to formations, the questions were so tricky that even he, one of the most powerful formation masters in the world of immortal cultivation, would have a headache after reading them.

More importantly, although the questions asked by this kid were tricky, they really made sense, forcing him, a master of formations, to study them.

Thinking back to those years when he was dominated by all kinds of tricky formation problems and various unfamiliar and complex formulas, Qingze couldn't help but shudder.

But then again, it seems like I haven't seen that kid for almost a year. I didn't expect that the kid has already established his foundation. He really has good talent.

Well, it would be better if there weren’t so many weird ideas in that little head.

"In that case, let's go."

Since he mentioned the bad boy, Qingze also wanted to see how the bad boy, who had his own unique insights on the formation and might cause a lot of trouble for his junior brother in the future, was doing now? What level of the sword formation had he reached?

"it is good."

Seeing the expression of relief yet some gnashing of teeth on his senior brother's face, Qingyu understood and silently cast a sympathetic look at his senior brother.

Qingyu himself did not expect that his third disciple had so many strange ideas in his head.

That kid not only has an amazing memory and learns very quickly, but also has her own unique insights in drawing talismans, arranging formations and refining elixirs.

More importantly, those insights are not just empty talk, but are truly substantive and worthy of study.

So, over the years, the sect leader, senior brothers, and peak masters and elders who had been consulted by that brat had a love-hate relationship with him.

Ai Po's child has great talent and unique insights, which have helped several peak masters and elders, who had made no progress in their cultivation for many years, to improve their cultivation.

But several peak masters and elders also hated this bad boy for coming up with these ideas when they were preparing to retire, forcing them to concentrate on research at their old age and strive to make the sect go further.

Every time he saw the peak masters and elders of Main Peak, Dan Peak and Fu Peak losing their hair in clumps because of the various formulas and questions raised by the kid, Qingyu felt extremely fortunate that as the kid's master, he was only a sword cultivator and only needed to teach the kid how to practice sword.

After all, they, the sword cultivators, don't do those empty things. If the little kid has a problem, he can beat him up and solve it. In their sword cultivator world, there is no problem that can't be solved by beating him up. If there is, then beat him up twice. If there is still, then beat him up again.

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