Borrowing a sword

Chapter 232: Fighting evil and changing things
Among the four major sects of the Eastern Continent, apart from the Dao Sect, the other three sects each have no fewer than three experts at the ninth realm.

And this is only the combat strength that is on the surface.

Take the Sword Sect as an example. Although the strongest person in the Sword Sect is now the Sword Master, the previous generation's Sword Master has only retired, not passed away.

In fact, if it weren't for the need for Origin Fragments to advance to the Ninth Realm, there would be even more experts at the Ninth Realm among these three major sects!
The reason why the Daoist sect is in this situation is purely because something unexpected happened in the fifth level of the Origin Spirit Realm in the last round, so that of the brilliant and talented disciples of the Gentleman's Temple, only the insane Zhong Ming came out.

No one knows exactly what happened that day.

However, almost all of the Taoist sect's high-end combat power was indeed lost inside.

Since that battle, the Daoist sect has been struggling to survive, with Jiang Zhi, who has advanced to the ninth realm, and a ninth-realm grandmaster who had not yet reached the end of his lifespan.

After that grandmaster's lifespan was exhausted, Jiang Zhi's cultivation level dropped due to practicing secret techniques. On the surface, the Daoist sect is indeed the weakest of the four major sects.

If Zhong Ming hadn't gone mad, the situation would have been much better immediately.

He was so exceptionally talented that he was widely recognized as the next generation's abbot.

Even the arrogant and haughty Jiang Zhi held him in high esteem.

What's even stranger is that, despite his madness and the fact that he's been locked in that small courtyard for so many years, his cultivation level hasn't suffered any damage; in fact, it's even improving!

When Zhong Ming entered the fifth level of the Origin Spirit Realm, his cultivation level was the fourth level of the ninth realm.

After he went mad, he stopped cultivating himself and spent his days either spacing out, endlessly making Ding Sheng Gao (a type of rice cake), or going mad by himself.

Despite these circumstances, he managed to break through to the fifth level of the ninth realm!
This left even those within the Taoist sect bewildered.

In the eyes of Xiang Yan and others, if Zhong Ming could really be cured, that would be a great thing.

Moreover, everyone will then be able to find out the truth about what happened in the Primal Spirit Realm that year!
You should know that their masters also died inside!
Before long, Chu Huaixu was led by the group to a small courtyard inside the Junzi Temple.

“After the Frost's Descent, you will wait with us outside,” Xiang Yan said.

"Fifth Uncle can't stand having too many people around," he explained.

Therefore, even during the Mid-Autumn Festival or Lunar New Year's Eve, they would visit him individually, not all at once.

If there are too many people in the room, Zhong Ming will go mad!

In fact, he is much calmer when he is alone.

Chu Huaixu followed Jiang Zhi into the house.

Upon entering the room, he smelled a fragrant aroma.

That tastes like pastries.

An elderly man is making Dingsheng cake.

However, he had black iron rings hanging on all four of his limbs, with obscure runes on them.

But these iron rings were not imprisoning him; they were actually protecting him so that he wouldn't hurt himself when he went mad.

"Fifth Senior Brother, Junior Brother has come to see you," Jiang Zhi said gently as he entered the room.

Chu Huaixu followed behind him, looking at the old man.

Then, he bowed respectfully, regardless of whether the old man understood or not; he was determined to be polite and courteous.

"Disciple Chu Huaixu pays respects to the Fifth Grandmaster."

The old man glanced at them, then buried his head in his work.

Chu Huaixu asked softly, "Junior Grandmaster Uncle, shall we try it now?"

Jiang Zhi raised his hand to refuse, saying, "Don't disturb your fifth grandmaster yet. Make sure he finishes making the Dingsheng cake."

"Although there are restrictions here, if he goes berserk, even the slightest bit of disordered spiritual energy could hurt you."

"Moreover, he can't handle any more stimulation."

Chu Huaixu nodded upon hearing this.

"Sit down, let's sit and wait."

"We have to finish eating it once he's done cooking."

It took quite a while for the Dingsheng cake to be ready.

The old man brought it over and placed it in front of Jiang Zhi and Chu Huaixu.

It looks great and smells delicious.

The old man looked at the two of them, seemingly waiting for them to taste it.

Jiang Zhi skillfully picked up a piece, ate it in one bite, and then began to swallow it forcefully.

Chu Huaixu also tried to pick up a piece, while still maintaining his politeness, saying, "Thank you, Fifth Master."

Then he took a small bite.

—This is absolutely awful! He's never eaten such terrible pastries before!

Chu Huaixu now understood why Jiang Zhi was behaving this way.

He began to imitate him, swallowing large mouthfuls.

At this moment, the junior grandmaster suddenly laughed.

He looked at Chu Huaixu with amusement and said, "You body cultivators all have a big appetite, right?"

"Grandmaster Uncle, you can't be serious!" Chu Huaixu immediately guessed his intention.

But for some reason, he felt that Jiang Zhi's demeanor changed after entering the house.

He was no longer a peerless killer, nor did he always pretend to be in complete control; instead, he was more like a playful old man.

"How many people are these Ding Sheng Gao (a type of sweet rice cake) made for?" Chu Huaixu was somewhat speechless.

We body cultivators are indeed gluttons, but we don't eat everything!

The old man and the child ate very diligently, while inwardly grumbling about various things.

As Chu Huaixu ate, the food became so bad that he felt nauseous and began to suggest something to Jiang Zhi:

“Junior Grandmaster Uncle, although Fifth Grandmaster is prone to losing control of his emotions when there are many people, we can still let the Sect Master and others come in two by two, and we can eat in shifts.”

"With so many of us and so little pastry, each person will only get a few pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi's eyes lit up, and she began to look Chu Huaixu up and down.

For some reason, he found this extremely handsome young man surprisingly pleasing to the eye today, and he even won his heart!
Little did Chu Huaixu know that he was thinking to himself, "It's obvious that Jiang Zhi's admiration for Zhong Ming can't compare to Xiao Xu's admiration for me."

"If I ever go crazy, Xiao Xu will definitely cry and eat all the Ding Sheng Gao (a type of sweet rice cake) I made. No matter how bad it tastes, she won't share even a single bit with anyone!"

At this moment, the junior grandmaster glanced at the young man beside him, who looked bitter and resentful, and said with a smile, "You can use this method next time. Eat more today, and your fifth senior brother may be more willing to be close to you."

"He might be more cooperative when you cast the spell later."

Chu Huai Preface: "."

He started to give up and started to show his incompetence.

After devouring the food in one go, he ate all of the Ding Sheng Gao (a type of rice cake) like someone with pica.

After eating, regardless of whether the mad Zhong Ming could understand, he began to close the distance, suppressing his urge to vomit, and praised, "The pastries made by Fifth Master are truly delicious!"

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ming seemed to have a good first impression of Chu Huaixu and was actually willing to continue the conversation.

Just like before, he would only repeat the last few words of what others said, over and over again saying, "So delicious, so delicious."

Chu Huai Preface: "."

Is he really crazy or just faking it? Are you playing a trick on me?

At this moment, Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "Fifth Senior Brother, today Chu Huaixu is here to examine your illness. Please calm down and do not hurt him."

After saying that, he gave Chu Huaixu a wink.

Chu Huaixu nodded and raised his left hand.

Golden runes began to appear in his palm, along with the three characters "Nan Liujing" within them.

A scorching, burning power began to flow towards the bell.

——All evils are eliminated!
Thousands of miles away, at Qingming Mountain.

Cheng Yuyan and Ming Xuanji were still sitting opposite each other, drinking tea.

He poured the old man a cup of fine spiritual tea, and then watched him perform divination.

Cheng Xiucai didn't really understand what the point of living like this was.
Of course, Ming Xuanji also didn't understand Cheng Yuyan. What's so interesting about people's hearts? What's so fun about manipulating people's hearts?
But soon, the old man suddenly raised his head, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his empty eyes.

"not good!"

"They're actually trying to save that madman Zhong!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuyan's expression immediately changed.

"The bell tolls?"

"Does Zhong Ming have a way to save him?"

Ming Xuanji immediately took out an item from his storage ring, and his expression instantly became serious.

"No! Zhong the Madman can't be saved!"

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