Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 66 Mingyuan Wind and Thunder
Che Ning walked out of the Ink Pond Forest and gazed at a distant cliff, lost in thought.

“Song Yesheng…”

"Shao and Song did not appear in our sect in their previous life, so in theory, they can be ruled out as suspects..."

But now, there are too many uncertainties facing him.

He was seriously considering whether it would be safer to kill his junior brother...

"That's all..."

Che Ning pondered for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

"I've killed too many suspicious disciples in the sect lately. It's best to hold off for now. It would be bad if the elders found out."

"Now that I have the True Brush in my possession, the spiritual power remaining in this Scroll of Travel should not last much longer."

Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators simply cannot possess enough spiritual power to maintain the operation of a small world; however, the Scroll of the Wanderer is somewhat special.

Now that the brush has changed hands, the world in this painting will disappear on its own in a moment.

Che Ning secretly regretted it.

It was drawn stroke by stroke by a Foundation Establishment senior using spiritual power. Once the Scroll of the Wanderer falls into his hands, this place will vanish into thin air, and everything will start from scratch.

“Wu Zheng…”

He began to ponder another name.

"If Wei Dao dies again this time..."

"Then this person is also a suspect."

"..."

Now that he had the calligraphy in his hand, Che Ning felt relieved and his mind was at peace.

"I have done everything I could for the Dongyuan Sect. If fate is against me, I will have no choice but to flee far away..."

……

At the foot of Fengyue Cliff, Song Yan and his two companions were facing off against a talisman puppet.

clang!
The unmoored boat shot through the air, pinning the talisman puppet to the wall, its blade piercing a few inches below the puppet's neck.

"wind……"

"thunder……"

The talisman puppet has no intelligence. When the vital point of the talisman spirit is suppressed, its spiritual power will be silenced.

Moreover, the three of them encountered three or four talisman puppets along the way, and their vital points were actually quite similar, so they were extremely easy to deal with.

I don't know if it's because the owner of the talisman puppet has been dead for many years.

"live!"

Tree branches grew and spread from the ground, and small purple flowers bloomed on the branches.

It looks beautiful at first glance.

But these flowers bloomed more and more densely, eventually covering the entire body of the talisman puppet.

"scattered."

The spiritual light on the talisman puppet was gradually absorbed into the petals, which continued to bloom until finally, they fell from the branches.

In the original spot, only a flowering tree remained, with a broken talisman and a mid-grade spirit stone hanging from one of its branches.

What beautiful magic...

No matter how many times I watch it, I still think Wu Huaguo's wood-based magic is quite beautiful.

But the more beautiful, the more dangerous.

Thinking of the white jade dew in Peach Blossom Valley, Song Yan subconsciously scratched his forehead.

Now, Wu and Rong, along with Song Yan, are familiar with each other's basic attack methods.

According to Wu Huaguo herself, she cultivates a wood-elemental technique called "Lianhua Jieyu Jing" and mainly practices the spells contained within it.

Rong Xiaofeng is an insect cultivator who commands spirit insects in battle.

This school of thought originated and flourished in other regions, but it was rarely seen in the State of Chu.

However, the abilities of spirit insects are unpredictable and difficult to discern, and tiny insects are like quicksand, making them difficult to resist.

Spirit insects feed on spiritual energy, and if swarms of them were to penetrate every nook and cranny, they could devour the protective spiritual garment in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Song Yan was already thinking about how to deal with the situation if the couple suddenly attacked him and joined forces against him.

Myself, plus Xiaohe.

Beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion lies a sword essence that has yet to be unleashed.

Even if we can't win, we should be able to escape.

Song Yan was filled with worry, while Wu and Rong, the couple, were on high alert.

He thought to himself, "How could this Song surname cultivator, a mere outer disciple at the fifth level of Qi Refining, possess such exquisite sword control skills?"
Previously, when dealing with a talisman puppet, he was even able to control both a flying sword and a sword aura simultaneously, and he could basically suppress the talisman puppet on his own.

"Does even an ordinary outer disciple from a major sect possess such strength?"

As cultivators from a small family, the two couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow.

On this trip, the three of them collected a total of five mid-grade spirit stones. Song Yan took two, and the couple took three.

“The dark clouds on this cliff are so thick they block out the sun; there must be some treasures up there.”

Without hesitation, they immediately climbed the steps to the top of the cliff.

"..." The three of them gazed into the distance before they could roughly grasp the overall picture of the world depicted in the painting.

Below the abyss, swirling clouds and mist rise, and between them lie three enormous valleys and peaks.

The foothills are shrouded in thick clouds and mist, making them look like floating islands.

To the surprise of the three of them, the top of the cliff connected to another valley.

Has anyone been here?

"should not."

Rong Xiaofeng looked around and said, "If anyone has been here before, they would probably come down the same way we came."

Wu Huaguo didn't care about any of that, but she was a little disappointed. The place was empty and there was nothing there.

There was only one broken stone tablet.

Fengyue Cliff.

"Huh? What is that?"

Following the direction Wu Huaguo pointed, Song Yan looked and saw a strangely shaped shadow at the very edge of the cliff.

Occasionally, a howling wind could be heard, accompanied by the faint sound of thunder.

When the clouds and mist cleared, it turned out to be a strange rock and a dead tree.

The dead tree grows above the strange rocks, and faint golden lightning flickers between its branches.

"An object of supreme spiritual power?!"

Song Yan was startled.

But in his heart, he had already begun to make plans.

Having previously learned that various spiritual treasures could strengthen the seed of swordsmanship, he had naturally read many such books.

In the cultivation world, apart from various unique and named supreme spiritual beings, the rest of the supreme spiritual beings do not have a fixed form.

For example, although Song Yan could not name the object in front of him, he could sense the pure and surging wind and thunder spiritual power contained within it.

Before coming here, he had thought that the most likely spiritual artifact left behind by this senior would be of the fire element.

Therefore, it would be of great benefit if he were to return to alchemy in the future.

However, being able to have it is already lucky enough.

Strengthening the Kendo seed is the most important thing right now.

Rong Xiaofeng naturally realized that this was what Song Yan wanted, and immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Song, there's no need to worry. Go and collect it yourself."

Wu Huaguo nodded: "This place is secluded and should be undisturbed."

To dispel Song Yan's doubts, the couple stepped back several feet, almost back to where they were on the cliff.

The mutual wariness they displayed along the way made Song Yan realize that the couple were probably not some kind of villains who would rob and kill for money.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still multitasked, secretly keeping an eye on the two people's movements as he walked toward the withered tree.

"Little Bee, he still seems wary of us."

Wu Huaguo calmly said, "The disciples of the sect are powerful, and while they have no intention of harming others, they are also wary of others."

"Compared to those spoiled brats in the family, he is far superior."

A faint sense of melancholy rose from the bottom of her heart.

"The Wu family is in dire need of rebuilding."

Rong Xiaofeng shrugged: "In this cultivation world, people eat people without spitting out the bones. Such people are rare."

"Just try to befriend him."

At this moment, Song Yan had arrived in front of the withered tree.

"Truly worthy of being called a 'supremely spiritual' object..."

Beneath the wind and thunder, withered trees sprouted new buds.

He was about to put it into his Qiankun bag when he discovered that the spiritual energy seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"no?"

Song Yan stood there, stunned.

To put it simply, a supremely spiritual object is a mimicry of pure, ultimate spiritual energy, and it can be stored in a Qiankun bag.

Logically speaking, it would be even more convenient for something like the withered tree in front of us to have a "carrier".

But right now, he can't even put it into his Qiankun bag...

For a time, I was completely baffled.

He frowned, then simply planted the unmoored boat beside him and sat down cross-legged.

He transmitted his voice to the couple from afar, saying, "Please be patient, this spiritual object is unusual, we need to wait a moment."

Fortunately, refining it directly to the Spiritual Entry Dao Seed doesn't take much time, about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The premise is that no one will disturb them.

however.

What are you afraid of?

At the summit of another valley, amidst the clouds and mist, three figures of cultivators emerged.

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