A life of clearness

Chapter 466 Just right
"What exactly do you want to ask, senior?" Ning Shuang was puzzled. "I am just an ordinary god, and my status in Zuihuawu is not high."

"Yu Rong doesn't know your master, but I do."

Ningshuang clenched her right hand, which was placed on her knee.

Zhizheng looked at her as if he had not seen anything and continued, "Your master Qiong Ruo is a Three-Decay cultivator. As her most favored disciple, you certainly have the capital to act recklessly in the sect. The reason you have ended up like this today... In addition to your usual misbehavior, the fundamental reason is the death of your master Qiong Ruo."

After losing their backers, disciples with good strength and talent would have a better life, but those who are not outstanding and have no potential would be miserable.

Especially since Ningshuang's master was a monk of the Three Decline Realm, an elder-level figure in Zuihuawu. Once he died, Ningshuang's treatment instantly fell from heaven to earth.

"I just said something out of turn... But it's true that my master has passed away." Ning Shuang said in a low voice: "The reason I was able to come to Beiyuan Secret Realm is because my master helped me get this place when he was still alive. After my master passed away, I spent all my savings of hundreds of years to keep it."

Even so, her actions were still seen as being out of touch with the times by many of her fellow disciples. Ning Shuang's usual contributions and performance did not qualify her for a place in the Beiyuan Secret Realm. It was only when Elder Qiong Ruo took action that others had no objection. Now that Elder Qiong Ruo had passed away, the Zuihuawu monks were of course sad.

Although they are sad, most people still believe that this position should be given to qualified disciples so that its value can be maximized.

"The senior sister who is leading the team this time has always been at odds with me. If I follow her, I will just be squeezed to death and will gain nothing..." Ningshuang talked there, venting her long-accumulated dissatisfaction.

What Zhizheng cares about is not the love affairs and grudges between the younger generations.

"Why did your master suddenly die?"

When Zhizheng was secretly guarding Rongqing, he couldn't sit still when he heard the news of Qiong Ruo's death. Elder Qiong Ruo's death? Zuihuawu didn't reveal any news at all.

If she had died of old age, why would she have to keep it a secret? Besides, Qiong Ruo was still a long way from the end of her life.

Failed to break through the four declines?

Or did he encounter an accident? The most likely possibility is that he encountered an accident.

What on earth happened to the Three Declined Monk? The news of his death was still kept secret by the sect. Not only that, Zuihuawu had been acting very strangely in recent years.

Zuihuawu only accepts female cultivators. Although the owner of the village is a very powerful and strong female cultivator, Zuihuawu's actions are generally soft. In various competitions among the top sects, Zuihuawu rarely stands out.

However, in recent years, Zuihuawu has become more radical. Disciples frequently appear in the secret realm, including the number of disciples entering Beiyuan Secret Realm this time, which is far more than before. As for the elders of the sect, not only Qiong Yue interrupted the lease of the 888th floor of Juntian Tower, but even Elder Qiong Ruo died. They seemed... very anxious, as if they were racing against something.

"Why did your master die suddenly?" Seeing Ningshuang did not answer, Chizheng asked again.

"I, I don't know." Ningshuang's eyes showed confusion.

"Then tell me what you know." Zhizheng was very patient and guided her: "Where did your master go? Have you seen her body?"

Chizheng asked detailed questions one after another, and Ningshuang only needed to answer yes or no. And these scattered details gradually pieced together into a terrible speculation in Chizheng's mind during the intermittent questions and answers.

……

The eighteenth day since Beiyuan Secret Realm opened.

A large number of monks gathered at the bottom of the pool, which was more than 11,000 miles deep. The originally extremely dark waters were illuminated by the huge light, revealing every detail.

The creatures at the bottom of the pond had already sensed the dangerous atmosphere here and swam far away. The sects present included Juntian Sect, Beichen Pavilion, Donglin Sword Sect, Zuihuawu, Danxiao Palace and some ordinary sects. In short, all the cultivators who were determined to enter the gate gathered here. The number of people reached 7,000, accounting for more than 90% of the total number of people entering the Beiyuan Secret Realm.

Even though there were many people coming, only 28 people were able to pass through the treasure gate.

The number given by the great senior who hid the treasure was definitely not random. Therefore, every sect is trying to collect as many keys as possible, the more the better, so that they can have a greater advantage in entering the sect and taking the treasure.

All the sects and schools looked at each other warily, and their members gathered into a small circle. Powerful pressure was beating down through the restrictions, and an anxious atmosphere spread.

Guan Han's eyes fell on Juntian Sect. Xi Ran was still leading the team, followed by hundreds of Qinghuang disciples, but Rong Qing was nowhere to be seen.

Among the white Juntian Sect Taoist uniforms, a red dress is extremely conspicuous.

Who is she?
"That female cultivator's name is Shaoyao, and she is a direct disciple of Wuming Valley."

Next to Guan Han was a realm-controlling swordsman from the Donglin Sword Sect, who transmitted a message to Guan Han, "I didn't expect her to appear in the Phoenix City team. Could it be that she wants to temporarily join the Juntian Sect team? It seems that Phoenix City has made a lot of gains this time, and their ambitions are also very big... They would rather give a spot to someone from the outer sect, and recruit one more realm-controlling swordsman to join the team."

It's not that simple, is it? Guan Han thought.

In addition to Xi Ran, there are six more realm masters in Phoenix City this time. Including Shaoyao, they have collected at least seven keys?

This time, the peaks of the Void Realm were restraining each other and hiding behind the scenes. The victory or defeat was decided by the cultivators of the Realm. Whoever could allow more cultivators to enter the Realm would have a greater chance of winning.

Guan Han withdrew his gaze.

Fortunately, this time Yu Rong gave them three keys to the Donglin Sword Gate. This way, not only all the cultivators of the Donglin Sword Gate were qualified, but even Guan Han could enter.

"Why hasn't Yu Rong come yet?" a female cultivator from the Jianmen sect with a short sword on her waist asked in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Guan Han glanced at her. He still remembered that the last time Yu Rong appeared, she specifically sent a message to tell him to be careful of Yu Rong. This time, Yu Rong came late, but she was thinking about him instead?
“Hehe.” The female cultivator stuck out her tongue. “I just feel that things are too peaceful right now. Senior Brother, I have a hunch that once Yu Rong shows up, a fight will probably break out right away.”

Calm? Clearly, there was an anxious atmosphere ready to explode. If a fight really broke out, those ordinary monks on the periphery would rush in at the first opportunity. What if they could get in without a key?
"Cough cough."

Before Rong Qing arrived, someone had already spoken.

"There should only be 28 people who are qualified to enter the gate this time." The speaker was Ming Jing, a cultivator from Beichen Pavilion. "It's the same as before. Each sect will have as many places as the keys it has."

Beiyuan Secret Realm belongs to Beichen Pavilion, so it is appropriate for him to speak first.

"We at Beichen Pavilion have collected four keys, so we have four places."

Standing in front were the four realm-holding monks, including Ming Jing.

After Ming Jing finished speaking, Chan Suo, the leader of Zui Hua Wu, also spoke up in a voice as loud as a silver bell: "We have six places in Zui Hua Wu."

Six? Ming Jing looked at the group of female cultivators. Zuihuawu happened to have six realm masters, which was lucky.

(End of this chapter)