Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Nangong Li was stunned when he heard this: "There are very few people with excellent talent in the Sword Sect. In two years, there will be at most a dozen people who have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, right?"

It should be the ten people just now. No wonder their auras fluctuate so greatly, and they are all unfamiliar faces. It turns out that they are all juniors who have just broken through.

Even the sulking Ji Yizhi looked up and said, "My ancestor once said that the talents of the Sword Sect disciples are uneven. Most of them have average talents, but those with excellent talents are very few, even less than 30% of those in the Lingtian Sect."

"Those who have formed a baby have already done so, and the rest are almost all just waiting to die. Even if all of those who are still alive succeed in forming a baby, there will only be about twenty of them."

"You are all wrong."

Mo Qiu Shuang's eyes darkened, and his voice dropped. "Master never mentioned this to us, but I happened to run into Senior Brother Lu from the Yin-Yang Sect a few days ago, and he mentioned it..."

Hearing this name, Nangong Li's eyes trembled: "Brother Lu, what did he say?"

"He said..." Mo Qiu Shuang's eyes were a little confused, and he didn't notice her strangeness.

"Ever since the last Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, the Sword Sect's disciples have had many adventures and have broken through to new realms one after another. So far, there are a total of 136 people who have broken through to the Core Formation stage, transcended the tribulation, and formed the Infant stage."

"There were even two Nascent Soul Great Perfection sword cultivators nearing their demise who suddenly comprehended their obsessions, overcame the Divine Transformation Thunder Tribulation, and became Divine Transformation Sword Immortals who roamed the world freely..."

"What??"

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Ji Yizi was shocked and found it hard to accept.

"That's outrageous. Even becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely rare. It requires a huge amount of resources, and only those with good fortune can hope to successfully form a Nascent Soul."

"Not to mention that someone suddenly broke through to the God Transformation Realm, and two of them! This statement is definitely untrue. Senior Sister, you must have been deceived."

On the contrary, Nangong Li was completely convinced this time. He refuted without even thinking, "What do you know? Senior Brother Lu is the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect. His cultivation has reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Even Master often praises him. There is no way what he said could be wrong!"

"But doesn't this mean that the Sword Sect's strength only began to surge after Jiang Han became the Sword Sect's Holy Son? In other words, the Sword Sect's current achievements are due to Jiang Han."

Ji Yizi couldn't understand why a young man who had just started practicing could bring such a great improvement to the sect. Is this possible?

"Nonsense! This is nothing more than a blessing from Heaven. Have you forgotten what happened back then? Heaven rewarded the sect with millions of fortunes? Use your brain and stop blaming Jiang Han for all the good things!"

Nangong Li was very dissatisfied: "Don't forget that idiot spent thirteen years in Lingtian Sect before. If he really had this ability, our Lingtian Sect would have become the number one sect in the world long ago!"

"But...isn't it because of Jiang Han that Heaven bestowed upon us this good fortune?"

When Ji Yizhi said this, Nangong Li was stunned for a moment, then he angrily swung his sleeves:

"What's wrong with you? Why do you always contradict everything I say? I think you just have a problem with me."

"Hey, no..."

Ji Yizi was so confused. This woman must be crazy. She was just a little mysteriously confident just now, but why did she suddenly lose her mind now? How could she not figure out such an obvious thing?

"That's enough! What's the point of arguing? Let's just think about how to see Jiang Han as soon as possible."

Mo Qiu Shuang really felt so tired. Why was she the only one running around for Jiang Han, while the others only caused trouble and were of no use at all?

"Oh..." She sighed, feeling unbearable sadness in her heart.

Why wasn’t Lingtian Sect the one blessed?

If Jiang Han were to be named the Holy Son of Lingtian Sect, Lingtian Sect would surely be blessed by Heaven and its fortunes would soar.

As the eldest senior sister, she will certainly be able to share a lot of luck, and it is very likely that she will break through the shackles and become a great cultivator who is one in a billion.

Luck, luck.

Master said before that the destiny would be bestowed upon us by Heaven, why hasn’t it started yet?

With just a little more luck, she might be able to break through.

Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid my master can't be relied upon.

If only I could find Jiang Han...

By staying with him, she should be able to take advantage of some of his luck, which will definitely be of great benefit to her future breakthrough.

For this, she can even abandon everything and follow the other party even if she is insulted by him.

But where can I find Jiang Han?

……

Northwest border, dusk autumn mountains.

The Muqiu Mountains stretch endlessly, spanning a million miles from north to south, and are the natural dividing line between the territories of humans and demons.

There are monks from five sects stationed on Muqiu Mountain all year round, each occupying a city and looking towards the west.

There is a city stationed every hundred miles, forming a line that connects end to end. If something happens anywhere, it will quickly spread throughout the entire mountain range.

In order to prevent sneak attacks from monsters, the defensive formation in the city is always activated. Since the city was built, the shield has never disappeared.

Going further west, the earth has turned completely into black soil, and even the sky is gloomy and dark red. The atmosphere is dull and humid, as if blood rain will fall at any time.

And in the middle of the black soil, two large blood-red characters were engraved.

"Demon Realm!"

The handwriting is vigorous, like ravines imprinted on the earth, like a mark left in this world.

It carries an infinite evil aura that sweeps across all directions, and the desolate sound of the wind keeps howling around. Before you even get close, you will be overwhelmed by its momentum and feel horrified.

Those with weak minds will be frightened and lose their minds after just one look, and may even damage their spiritual heart.

Therefore, this place is also an excellent place to cultivate one's mind.

There was not a single monster wreaking havoc within a radius of thousands of miles, and it was as quiet as a ghost town.

Only in those cities could one hear shouts and yells, which were the fun fairs organized by the monks themselves.

Suddenly, several cities that had been submerged for thousands of years suddenly lit up with light, gathering into several colorful beams of light that shot straight into the sky. The thousands-foot-long formation patterns spread out with a loud bang, causing gusts of howling winds.

At the same time, two rainbow lights, one purple and one red, suddenly appeared in the southern sky. They were extremely fast and almost instantly reached the area of ​​Muqiu Mountain.

"Wow!"

A powerful divine sense burst out from the camp, quickly covering the two rainbow lights, and a light shout suddenly rang out:

"Stop."

The sound is like the chirping of an oriole, pleasant and moving, and also like the whisper of a beautiful woman, murmuring softly in your ear.

But there was a lack of gentleness in it, instead a monstrous murderous aura swept across the sky, and the entire sky was dyed blood red in an instant.

Golden thunder flashed across the sky, and a murderous aura belonging to the late Nascent Soul stage instantly spread for thousands of miles.