Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

But please don't come up with any more sword demons, it sounds awkward.

at this time.

Everyone has been tested.

Out of 120 candidates, 100 passed and 20 were eliminated.

Wu Mengyu waved his sleeves, summoning a breeze that wrapped up the twenty people and gently sent them down the mountain.

Then he smiled at everyone and said:

"Congratulations, from now on, you one hundred people are the legitimate..."

"Wait a minute!"

A playful laugh suddenly sounded from outside the clouds.

next moment.

Eight men in brocade robes broke through the clouds, came flying on swords, stood in the air with their hands behind their backs, and stared at Wu Mengyu from afar.

"Senior Sister Wu, long time no see!"

The man in the middle smiled playfully and bowed to Wu Mengyu.

Wu Mengyu said with an unpleasant expression:

"Zhou Lang, don't call me Senior Sister Wu. From the moment you defected from Jian Ji Sect, we have severed all ties."

The man named Zhou Lang laughed and said:

"You can't say that."

"In the Luofu Realm, the immortal forces are divided into nine ranks. It's better to be the tail of a phoenix than the head of a chicken. What's wrong with a disciple from a lower-rank sect jumping to a higher-rank sect?"

Wu Mengyu sneered:

"It's only natural that people strive for higher goals. Even our Jianji Sect has proactively recommended disciples to go to powerful sects to continue their training. We are not leashes to tie people up, but boats to ferry them across the river."

She said this to Zhou Lang as well as to the new disciples present.

Lu Zhiqiu nodded secretly in his heart.

In fact, this is the way for small sects to survive.

For various reasons, many geniuses start out by joining a sect of a low rank.

A real dragon cannot be raised in shallow water.

When their children grow up, they still force them to stay by their side, causing them to torture each other and create resentment against each other.

It would be better if both parties said goodbye amicably when the time was right, and even took the initiative to recommend the prodigy to go to a large sect to continue his training.

It is also great to be able to become an indelible scenery on the road to growth as a strong person.

After these powerful people have achieved success in their cultivation, they are often grateful for the teachings they received in the past and will give back to those small sects.

For example, Danxin Sect, one of the two seventh-grade sects in Jinzhou.

In fact, two hundred years ago, it was still a small ninth-grade sect. Because a great monk who had reached the state of transformation had practiced here for three years and started from here, he always thought of Danxin Sect and sent back a lot of resources.

In just a hundred years, it has developed to the seventh level!

If that great monk had not died unexpectedly fifty years ago, perhaps the Danxin Sect would have broken through to the sixth level by now.

but.

If that's the case, then what's the point of calling Zhou Lang a traitor?

Wu Mengyu pointed at the man in brocade robe, Zhou Lang, and cursed:

"But what about you, Zhou Lang? Leaving without saying goodbye is treason."

"That's fine, but what's even more outrageous is that, in order to gain a higher status in the Huangyin Sect, they actually stole the Red Jade Sword, one of the Five Golden Core Swords of my Jianji Sect, and presented it to them as a meeting gift."

"How shameless! The Master has put so much effort into you in vain!"

That's it!

Didn’t Zhou Lang take away a Jindan-level flying sword before leaving? No wonder Wu Mengyu was so angry.

Zhou Lang did not feel ashamed when he heard this, but said as a matter of course:

"The Sword Extreme Sect has delayed my cultivation for many years, and I'm just collecting a little interest."

Wu Mengyu was so angry that her chest heaved violently.

She finally understood that it was impossible to communicate with people with such gangster thinking.

Zhou Lang shrugged and said with a smile:

"Senior Sister, calm down. I didn't come here to bring up these old things and start a meaningless fight with you."

He pointed upward with his right hand.

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded in the sky, as if to boost his morale.

"I came here, just like you, Senior Sister, to recruit new members."

"After all, Huayun Mountain is not the property of Jianji Sect. If Jianji Sect can come, my Huangyin Sect can also come."

As soon as these words came out.

Wu Mengyu, Lan Jian, and several other Jian Ji Sect disciples who followed them immediately looked gloomy.

Zhou Lang looked at the hundreds of disciples in the dojo and said with a smile:

"Everyone, I'm here today on behalf of the sixth-grade Huangyin Sect to recruit new members. If you're passing by, don't miss it."

"Our Huang Yin Sect specializes in swordsmanship and stealth techniques, which does not conflict with your pursuit of the sword path."

No wonder these eight people were lurking nearby, but Wu Mengyu and others didn't notice them.

It turns out he is proficient in stealth.

The golden signboard of the sixth-grade sect is above.

Among these one hundred prospective newcomers, some of them immediately began to get restless.

Wu Mengyu pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

Because according to the custom in the world of immortal cultivation, these people have not yet returned to the sect to worship the ancestors, so they are not considered formal disciples.

So Zhou Lang's behavior is shameless.

But she couldn't say much.

soon.

Some people began to waver and walked towards Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang smiled and nodded, but his eyes kept passing over the fat boy and Lu Zhiqiu intentionally or unintentionally.

As if expecting something.

Half an hour passed.

Thirty disciples have gathered around Zhou Lang.

Among them are five top-grade spiritual roots.

But unfortunately, the little fat man and Lu Zhiqiu, whom he had always coveted, did not go with him.

He finally couldn't help it and said bluntly:

"You two, with your talents, you shouldn't start from the Sword Extreme Sect."

Main World: Chapter 10: The Huang Yin Sect Launches an Attack

Lu Zhiqiu laughed:

"Don't worry, Senior. I think Jian Ji Sect is more suitable for me."

She is the one who possesses the Book of Omens of the World, and is best at avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune.

Lu Zhiqiu directly observed Zhou Lang's life.

[Zhou Lang, 28 years old, late stage of Qi training]

[Zero years old, born in an old farmer’s home at the foot of Mount Kataki]

[At the age of five, he followed a martial arts master who settled in the village to learn martial arts. He opened up his Ren and Du meridians and became a well-known young master.]

[At the age of eight, I left my parents to venture into the world]

[At the age of fifteen, he had made a great name for himself in the martial arts world. When he was full of pride, he was defeated by a passing Qigong cultivator. He learned from his mistakes and bravely set out to seek immortality.]

[At the age of sixteen, he passed the three trials of Jian Ji Sect and officially became a disciple of Jian Ji Sect]

[At the age of seventeen, Yu Jianji Sect officially began to practice Qi]

[At the age of 20, during his training, he accidentally entered the cave of the Golden Core Immortal and obtained a Golden Core Method, which greatly increased his cultivation speed.]

[At the age of 23, he was instigated by the Huang Yin Sect to rebel, stole the Red Jade Sword from the Jian Ji Sect, and defected to the Huang Yin Sect]

【At the age of thirty-four, he broke through the foundation building stage】

[At the age of 35, he mistakenly entered the secret place of the Huangyin Sect and was sucked dry of his blood and died]

Drain the essence and blood!

Seeing these four words, Lu Zhiqiu was suddenly shocked.

She had just returned from the Dayan Dynasty and was very familiar with this thing.

This Huangyin Sect.

There's a high probability that there's something unclean inside.

She must never go to this place!

Seeing Lu Zhiqiu's explicit refusal, Zhou Lang's face darkened.

But he did not attack immediately, but looked at the fat man next to Lu Zhiqiu again.

The little fat boy scratched his head and muttered:

"The Imperial Yin Sect is not in Jinzhou. It's too far away. I want to be closer so that I can go home to visit my parents every year and provide them with care and support until the end of their lives."

Lu Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows.

She originally thought that this little fat boy had a good personality, so she had to find an opportunity to remind him not to get involved in the Huangyin Sect.

But since he had actively refused, she didn't need to say anything more.

To others, this reason was just a poor excuse, but if you asked her, she would think it was the fat boy's true feelings.

Without him.

Because this little fat boy named Liu Fugui is simple and a little clumsy.

He is so clumsy that he can put a sword into someone's mouth to pull out their teeth.

Is this something a normal person could come up with?

I heard the two people's clear refusal.

Zhou Lang's face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly:

"Very good. If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the forfeit."

"I'll be frank. You, the Sword Extreme Sect, cannot take either of these two geniuses away."

Wu Mengyu, who had endured for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She drew her sword, stepped forward, pointed at Zhou Lang and said:

"That's enough to give you face."