Ninth-level fairy

The two disciples turned around and carried out a wooden Shenxi from the Sword Pavilion.

Inside the Shenxi lies the withered body of a Taoist priest.

Every disciple looked towards the statue. Everyone knew that the source energy of the Dao Meridian could transform one's talent from green to gold, and from gold to white. As long as one worked hard, it was possible to become a seventh-level swordsman.

Almost every disciple had heard of it, but no one had ever seen such a thing.

No one knew that such a divine object could actually be a shriveled corpse.

Xuanji Zhenren said proudly, "This is the third generation ancestor of my Lingxiao Sword Sect. In order to protect our disciples, the ancestor transformed into a Dao lineage before his death, to protect our Lingxiao sect and ensure its eternal existence in the world."

His resolute eyes swept from left to right, and from right to left, and he said slowly:

"From today on, Lingxiao will no longer have a distinction between inner and outer disciples. As long as you have talent and are willing to practice diligently, everyone can enter the Sword Pavilion and absorb the source energy of the Dao Meridians. Every one of you has the strength to become a seventh-level swordsman!"

Suddenly a thunderous roar erupted from the crowd.

The lifelong hope of countless outer disciples was finally announced by Master Xuanji.

Chen Jia and Ying Xiong, who were standing among the crowd, were both roaring wildly.

Suddenly, Master Xuanji said loudly:

"In Lingxiao Sword Sect, there has never been anyone who fears death. Once you join Lingxiao, you become a member of the sect. Everyone will dedicate their entire lives to the rise of Lingxiao!"

His eyes turned cold, like lightning, sweeping through the crowd and shouting:

"Those whose clothes are not stained with blood, step out!"

Among the more than 700 disciples, everyone suddenly turned around and looked at the people around them.

More than a dozen people were immediately pushed and pulled out.

These people were cleanly dressed, but covered in dirt and weeds. It was obvious that they had found a place to hide during the fight.

Du Fang's body tilted and he fell down. Li Qingshuang immediately came over and supported him.

Li Qingshuang whispered, "Are you okay? Are you still in pain?"

Du Fang shook his head and looked at the field. He had already sensed that a great change in a thousand years was about to take place in the hands of the master.

Unfortunately, it was too late, especially for him. He had become completely disabled, with only one leg and one arm, like a one-legged chicken. Du Fang looked confused as he looked through the crowd.

This generation is very lucky, but he will never be able to witness such a grand event again.

If the sect had abolished these rules earlier, Lingxiao might not be like this today.

Just when Du Fang was hanging his head in sadness.

Taoist Xuanji walked down with awe, looked at the dozens of people who lowered their heads and looked ashamed, and said loudly:

"Just now, countless disciples and elders bravely advanced forward, one after another, shedding their blood in the night sky for the longevity of the sect. What about you? Where are you?"

He looked at Ying Xiong, the first one standing in front, and shouted, "Tell me! Where were you just now?"

Ying Xiong was so frightened by the roar that he almost jumped up, his body and voice trembling:

"Disciple... When I came out of the room, I couldn't control my sword and fell into the ravine!"

There was mud on his body, which seemed to prove that what he said was not a lie.

"How many years have you been here?"

"Seven years!"

"You've been stuck in the first realm for seven years. You've been chosen every time for the sword competitions in these seven years. Have you ever tried hard to defeat any inner sect disciple?"

"No...no..." Ying Xiong was shaking with fear.

Xuanji Zhenren turned around and said sternly, "Chop him down! Lingxiao Sword Sect doesn't support lazy people!"

"It's unfair, Master! My talent... is dull..."

The two elite disciples behind him raised their swords and slashed.

Ying Xiong's shouting suddenly stopped. Looking at this scene, the legs of the dozens of remaining disciples began to tremble involuntarily.

A strong smell of urine came over, and one person was so scared that he wet his pants.

"Drag him out and chop him up!"

After hacking away at six people in a row, when it was Chen Jia's turn, he waved his hands wildly and shouted, "I am a relative of the Great Elder. The Great Elder died for the sect... I... you can't kill me..."

"Chopped!"

Just as Taoist Xuanji finished speaking, Fang Cheng suddenly rushed out, knelt on the ground, and shouted, "Master, my grandfather died protecting the sect, and this is the only bloodline left in our family. Please show mercy, considering the contribution of the Great Elder..."

"Drag him out and chop him up!"

Xuanji Zhenren's face turned ashen, and he shouted at the two hesitant disciples without showing any mercy.

More than a dozen people were chopped to death, and the entire square was silent.

Xuanji Zhenren's expression swept across the faces of these people, and finally softened. He said slowly:

"From today on, the promotion of Lingxiao disciples will be based on strength and fighting spirit. Anyone who relies on relatives and friends, or who abuses their power for personal gain, will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as this decree was issued—

Every young man full of vigor, although his body was broken, had a determined and happy look on his face.

Most of them are outer disciples who have been suppressed by the sect's rules for too long.

Only Du Fang was standing in the distance with a wry smile on his face. Li Qingshuang sensed the change in his mood and gently supported him.

Du Fang sighed and said, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place!"

He was sighing that he was born at the wrong time. If this rule could have been implemented seven years earlier, he would have been absolutely confident that he could have reached the sixth realm within these seven years. With the same strength as his uncle Xuanzhen, the Du family would not have been wiped out, and a large number of talented people would have emerged from the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Those geniuses who once left home with hatred will not die at the hands of monsters and be buried in the earth.

And I will not be chopped into pieces and left without any ability to fight back.

Xuanji Zhenren glanced at everyone, and a gentle look finally appeared in his eyes. He looked at these people with pity and said gently:

"All disciples, go back and recuperate and practice swordsmanship! Those who wish to ascend to the Sword Realm should come directly to the Sword Pavilion to absorb the Dao Meridian Source Qi. The Lingxiao Sword Sect will soon reopen its doors and accept spiritual materials from all over the world. Anyone with relatives or friends who are interested in practicing Dao can come to Lingxiao Mountain to practice swordsmanship!"

The cheers from the crowd continued for a long time. Watching the white-robed disciples dragging their bodies away, Xuanji Zhenren bit his lip and suddenly called out to Fang Cheng, saying:

"You stay!"

Fang Cheng thought he was in trouble, so he turned around, knelt down, and said in a trembling voice:

"Headmaster!"

"Get up, I don't blame you. You are the eldest brother of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and your sword cultivation is considered number one. There is a heavy burden waiting for you to shoulder!"

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

At this time, there were only less than a few dozen Qingying disciples left on Yunhai Square, surrounding the headmaster.

Xuanji looked at the distant plains below Lingxiao Mountain and said in a low voice, "Thanks to the ancestors' blessing, our sect has overcome this difficult time. Although it cost us a huge sacrifice, we have finally won."

He gently suppressed the discomfort and sadness in his heart:

"When your Uncle Xuanzhen was here, he was always working hard for the immortal spirit to be born. This is because this immortal spirit contains an unparalleled power. With the blessing of this power, Lingxiao will surely rise again and restore its former glory."

"Although Xiu'er died this time, she almost stabbed the Dragon Abyss Sword Master Bai Zhi to death. This time she escaped with defeat. Soon she will recover her energy and invade Lingxiao again. This time, no one can stand up and save Lingxiao from despair!"

Everyone looked at the headmaster's resolute face, not knowing what he was going to say.

Xuan Ji waved his hand, and the fairy in Li Qingshuang's arms, the star plate in Du Fang's hand, and the Yin object Qingtai in the coffin appeared.

Place them one by one in front of everyone.