Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 8 Reunion

The threatening meaning in those words was self-evident.

However, Song Yan's confidence in saying this did not solely stem from the Dongyuan Sect behind him.

Of these three, only Lu Xiaowei was at the third level of Qi Refining; the other two were at the first level of Qi Refining. It's unclear where they got the courage to shout like that.

It's just that Sheng Nian didn't know the intricacies of this matter. Otherwise, with his physique honed through years of martial arts training, he could have easily killed these two Qi Refining Level 1 cultivators if he had acted quickly.

These independent cultivators in the mountains are usually those who lack the qualifications to enter a sect, or those whose qualifications are too poor and have been expelled.

Forget about their fighting techniques, their use of spiritual energy was also very crude. Even if the three of them attacked together, they would be no match for Song Yan.

Xu Darong and Sheng Yun, supporting Sheng Nian on either side, exclaimed with delight upon seeing the face beneath the bamboo hat.

"Ye Sheng!"

"Brother Yesheng!"

Song Yan walked slowly over, carrying his bamboo hat on his back.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you've worked hard."

"Where is it."

Zhao Fengcheng waved his hand.

He was also considered a half-disciple of the Dongyuan Sect, having joined the sect several decades earlier than Song Yan. It was perfectly appropriate to address him as "senior brother" out of politeness.

In the outer sect of the sect, there are many cultivators with extremely poor aptitude who have made no progress in their cultivation for decades. When they get a little older, they either realize that they will not be able to achieve immortality, or they are simply expelled from the sect and driven down the mountain.

In short, once you return to the mortal world, you can barely be considered a martial arts master at the third level of Qi Refining.

Among them are some who are unwilling to accept their fate. If the sect approves, they will be sent down the mountain and settled in villages, towns, or prefectures within its sphere of influence as worshippers.

If you find a promising candidate for cultivation, report it to your sect, and you will be rewarded.

Normally, they would simply stay in their assigned area to ensure peace and security.

Zhao Fengcheng was one such person. He was a retainer of Shiliang Town, and Song Yan was the one he selected and sent to Dongyuan Sect.

In truth, she was his mentor.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, your protective jade talisman is broken. Continuing this entanglement will be too dangerous.”

Song Yan walked up to Lu Xiaowei, patted his shoulder, and left a faint, almost imperceptible breath on his shoulder.

"I also wish to return to my sect as soon as possible to report back... Why don't you all set off sooner?"

He stared down at the three of them, his expression and tone conveying a deep sense of threat.

Only now did Song Yan truly understand what it felt like to become stronger!
The growth of his spiritual consciousness made him more proficient in casting spells he was not very skilled at before, while the improvement in his spiritual power simply and directly enhanced the effects of the spells.

Without the current enhancement of my divine sense, it would be difficult to control the direction and speed of spiritual energy, let alone combine the two spells, the "Yi" Green Vine Technique and the "D" Fire Technique.

Song Yan thought to himself that he needed to speed up his practice of that nameless incantation.

The idea of ​​unleashing seventeen divine thoughts simultaneously grew increasingly urgent.

Lu Xiaowei stared at him coldly, his eyes filled with resentment.

A protective jade talisman bestowed by my master!
That's a precious talisman that can withstand a full-force attack from someone at the peak of the Qi Refining realm!

Because of the interference of the person in front of him, he was crippled by a mere mortal with a single strike!
His heart was bleeding.

"Alright, alright... I'm no match for you, let's go."

Lu Xiaowei's two junior brothers took him away.

Zhao Fengcheng was in his forties, but lacked courage and ambition. He was still somewhat uneasy, and hesitated before speaking, "Junior Brother Song...they..."

"It's alright, I'll contact them again."

Song Yan spoke calmly.

Zhao Fengcheng was startled: "Looking for them?"

"Speaking of which, what 'opportunity' are we looking for in Shiliang Town... Brother Zhao, this is a poor, remote place. You can't even dig up two pounds of mud with a hoe. Where would we find any opportunity..."

After returning to his hometown, Song Yan began to speak more casually.

"They must have some other motive. Since we're already here, let's find out what they're here for."

"Um……"

Zhao Fengcheng nodded thoughtfully.

Song Yan walked to the side of the Sheng siblings, his hands glowing with green spiritual energy, and pressed lightly on Sheng Nian's shoulder.

"New injury plus old injury, do you even want your arm anymore?"

"Cough...hehe..." Sheng Nian grinned, his mouth still bleeding, and actually laughed: "Whether or not to take it...it's up to Doctor Song."

Sheng Yun hurriedly asked, "Brother Yesheng, how is my brother?"

"Hopeless."

Song Yan shook his head, and everyone was startled.

"His physical injuries are nothing, but his mental disability is due to being born with a slow mind and lacking common sense, which is incurable."

"Pah, you quack doctor, I really want to tear your dog mouth apart..."

Sheng Nian spat out a mouthful of blood and felt much better.

"Hahaha."

Sheng Yun was amused by her two older brothers' bickering.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was Sheng Nian's younger sister, Song Yan pretended to be surprised and gestured to show her height.

"You've grown so much taller!"

"No!"

At this moment, Uncle and Aunt Meng, along with their daughter, stepped forward.

"Yesheng, thank goodness you came... This old man... I..."

Meng Tongzhou was in tears, filled with lingering fear.

"No, Uncle Meng, you're being too polite."

“When my grandfather was still alive, he often took me to your house for meals.”

"Besides, Lulu grew up with me too..."

Meng Lu, the daughter of the Meng family, is fourteen years old. She is quiet and introverted and has just experienced a calamity. She is still a little shaken.

However, she is quite different from the little girl Song Yan remembered.

"It's been a year and a half since I last saw you, and you've grown taller too."

Song Yan looked at her and smiled casually: "We'll have Senior Brother Zhao test your spiritual roots then. If you really have the aptitude for cultivation, someone will come to take you up the mountain to join the sect."

Meng Lu remained silent, only nodding firmly.

Seeing that Song Yan didn't have any aloof "immortal" airs and was still like he was when he was a child, the villagers around him dared to gather around and greet him.

"Ah Sheng! It's been over a year since I last saw you, you seem to have lost a lot of weight."

"Old woman, what are you saying... When people grow taller, they naturally become thinner."

"That's true."

Familiar faces appeared in Song Yan's eyes.

"Shopkeeper Liu."

"Aunt Zhao..."

While exchanging pleasantries, Sheng Nian had already picked up the knife on his own, though he was wincing in pain: "Come on, let's go home for a meal."

"Walk."

……

Outside Shiliang Town, at Peach Blossom Pavilion.

"Brother, how are you?"

"Cough... I'm fine. Fortunately, it was just a common weapon, so the injury wasn't deep."

Lu Xiaowei sat cross-legged and slowly channeled spiritual energy.

"Senior brother, the person Master asked us to find... could it be that kid surnamed Song?"

"probably not……"

Lu Xiaowei's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"The person our master asked us to find should be a mortal. If it's that guy surnamed Song, whose spiritual energy fluctuations far exceed those of the early Qi Refining stage, how could the three of us possibly take him away?"

"Back then, a martial arts master named Tong Chuping fled here with a disciple's token from the Sheyang Sect, and died in Shiliang Town..."

"After thinking it over, I realized what Master said..."

"It must be that constable surnamed Sheng."

(End of this chapter)