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Chapter 140 A Special World

In Qinghua Palace, everyone was lined up.

The one in the middle is undoubtedly Taoist Qinghua.

On his left are the Qinghua Sect’s past immortals who have ascended to heaven, and on his right are the Qinghua Sect’s current Yuanshen cultivators.

Lan Ran saw his master clearly. After not seeing him for many years, his master was still as charming and elegant as ever.

Taoist Cucumber also looked at his disciple with a complicated expression.

They expected to meet again in the fairyland, but who would have thought that they would meet again in the world of immortal cultivation.

How unexpected!

Taoist Qinghua looked at the golden bricks and jade tiles, the flying eaves and corners, the carved beams and painted buildings in the hall, and said with emotion: "I just know that after I leave, this hall will also change its decoration style."

"Chi Chen, did you do it?" he asked his eldest disciple. Since he ascended to heaven, Chi Chen has been the head of the sect.

Taoist Chichen had a full beard and a strong back. He looked more like a bandit than a cultivator. He also looked at the hall blankly and said, "It wasn't like this before I left! Chengcheng, you tell me."

The Taoist from Chengcheng was a thin Taoist. He looked at Taoist Qinghua, then at his master, and then at his disciple, Huang Can, and said, "After you left, Master, Master renovated the hall."

"Master, after you flew away, I also renovated the hall. As for whether the hall will be renovated again after I ascended."

"I guess that every generation of the headmaster changes the world."

He is a thorn in the side and he speaks directly and bluntly.

The head of Lan Dai said rather awkwardly: "My dear ancestors, I did not renovate the hall. This hall was renovated by my master."

What about his master?

Not every generation of the sect leader can ascend to heaven. His master did not ascend and had died of old age long ago.

"Well, there's no evidence!" The young Taoist Qinghua raised his eyebrows and said, "The way you guys are shirking responsibility is quite like me!"

"It's like this in the fairy world, and it's like this again in the world of cultivating immortals!"

"Chi Chen, don't you think so?"

Chi Chen is his eldest disciple, so if anything goes wrong he will naturally hold Chi Chen accountable.

Chi Chen, with a full beard, lowered his eyebrows and said submissively: "The blame-shifting is completely false. The responsibility lies with me. If I hadn't come to repair the hall, future generations would naturally not have imitated it. As for the defeat of the immortal world, it is not our fault, but the enemy is too powerful!"

"We are no match for such a powerful enemy."

From his tone, he was convinced of his defeat. So when someone suggested returning to the world of immortal cultivation, he agreed.

Speaking of enemies, Taoist Qinghua fell silent. He looked at Lan Dai and Lan Ran and said, "You must be curious about why we came back."

Lan Ran pricked up his ears. He was also curious about what kind of enemy could have driven Taoist Qinghua back.

"They are different from us, they are different from us!" Taoist Qinghua said "different" twice in a row: "They don't value birth, cultivation, or individuals, but rather value the strength and honor of the group."

"They have a magic that can concentrate the power of many people and exert incredible power."

"In the face of such a powerful force, we...we were defeated miserably!"

The power of many people is concentrated?
Is it that powerful?

Lan Dai was puzzled. With his current cultivation level, he could defeat ten people who were one level lower than him.

He looked at the ancestors of all generations, and then asked: "Since the enemy can use such magic, then we can also use such magic!"

"We have quite a few people!"

"You are the current head, right?" Taoist Qinghua looked at him with admiration and said, "You did a good job."

What he meant by "not bad" was that just now, the head of Lan Dai Sect cut off the retreat and let Lan Ran lead the disciples to escape. He liked this kind of temperament.

He said, "We can't. This spell requires the use of human mind communication, which is difficult."

It is difficult for two people to communicate with each other, let alone a group of people?

If even a few of them are different, terrible consequences will occur.

"How many of them are there?" Lan Dai asked again.

Taoist Qinghua fell silent again, and for a moment the atmosphere in the hall became a little depressing.

After a long while, he said, "A million people!"

"How many people?" Lan Dai asked in disbelief with his pupils wide open.

Chi Chen continued, "A million people!" He recited a line from a poem, "The wind and rain on Mount Zhong are rising, and a million strong troops are crossing the Yangtze River!" He said:
"I heard this poem recited by someone else. There are millions of them, no more, no less!"

Lan Dai still found it incredible and said, "Can a million people think in the same way? Can they communicate with each other?"

Taoist Qinghua said: "Don't say you don't believe it. I don't believe it even if I see it with my own eyes!"

"There are immortals among them. Their life span is only a few dozen years. During a single retreat, they can witness the birth and death of several generations."

"Among them there are cultivators, from the foundation-building stage to the golden elixir stage, and even the Yuanshen stage."

"Among them are immortals, from those who have just ascended to veteran immortals, and even traitors from the Emperor's Palace."

"They gathered together without any hindrance. Their power was like a raging torrent, directly crushing our defense line. We were defeated without any chance to fight back!"

"You have no power to fight back at all!" Taoist Qinghua's tone was full of unwillingness.

In the face of such power, what does it matter if he is the emperor, if he is free and unrestrained, or if he has unparalleled swordsmanship and overwhelms the immortal world?

It was just like a huge torrent that wiped it out with a wave.

"We originally wanted to die in the immortal world." Taoist Qinghua said, "The victors are the kings and the losers are the bandits. To die on the battlefield is a worthy death."

"But some people say that there is a world that is special."

"The power of the immortals is suppressed there. Only the power of the Mahayana cultivators can be exerted there. If you control a realm there, you can withstand their attacks."

"And this world is this world!"

Taoist Qinghua broke out a shocking news. He said: "After all, this is my hometown and the world you live in."

"It doesn't matter if we die, but what if they come here and mess around?"

"How could I not know what kind of people they are?"

He pointed to the dark sky outside Qinghua Palace and said, "So, the four of us worked together to open up this cross-border gap."

"I also sent some people to explore the way ahead, and I communicated with you to confirm this passage."

"The only thing that went wrong was that when we were coming back, Weiji attacked me and tried to get us lost in the cross-border turbulence."

"These bastards look like decent people on the surface, but they are filthy bastards at heart!"

"So, we came back this time to kill them all!" Taoist Qinghua said in a cold tone: "Clear them out in this world."

"Then gather the power of the entire cultivation world to resist them."

"After they occupy the fairyland, they will come to this world sooner or later!"

(End of this chapter)