The reason why the bespectacled professor thought highly of Xue Jianfeng and even came forward to fight for him to be specially trained was not only because of his talent and strength, but also because his father was the vice leader of the sect. Once he could rope him in, with Xue Liping's connections, many things would be easier to handle, and it would save them a lot of trouble in the early stages of entering the Immemorial Underworld.
Of course, Xue Jianfeng did not forget this most important task. In fact, from the first day he returned to the Snow Sword School, he had already been doing his father's work. It was just that this matter was of great importance, and he could not make up his mind until he saw how terrifying the Center was.
After all, this was a matter of life and death for their Xue Clan. If they succeeded, then they would soar to great heights. But if they failed, then they would definitely suffer a huge loss. This was related to the future and fate of the entire clan, so Xue Liping had no choice but to be careful.
Xue Jianfeng was not in a hurry. He knew that this kind of thing needed a process of acceptance. Besides, even with the Center's methods, entering the Immemorial Underworld was not something that could be done in a day or two. During this period of time, they would at most send a small advance team over to get a feel of things. It was not the time to make a big move yet, so he was not in a hurry to get his father to choose a side.
But now that things had happened so suddenly, and Bing Wuqing's sudden rise had completely disrupted their rhythm. She was a Nascent Soul Realm old monster! In this situation, if they did not find the Center to discuss this quickly, Xue Jianfeng felt like he was a rooster waiting to be slaughtered. If Bing Wuqing was unhappy, she could take his life at any time.
Xue Liping hesitated for a moment with a gloomy expression, but finally stomped out and prepared to contact the Center's advance team according to Xue Jianfeng's instructions.
It was not that he did not believe in the Center's strength. In fact, with Xue Jianfeng and Bing Wuqing as two living examples, he no longer had any doubts about the Center's great strength. He just had not clearly weighed the pros and cons.
Now that Xue Jianfeng was seriously injured, and Bing Wuqing was so overbearing, if he chose to retreat unconditionally, the other party would definitely take a mile after taking an inch. Xue Liping could see clearly that his future days would only get harder and harder. So, unless he gave up his son, Xue Jianfeng, and was willing to be a coward. Otherwise, he had no other choice.
Looking at Xue Liping's back as he left, the corners of Xue Jianfeng's mouth curled into a strange smile for some reason. It wasn't because his father had finally made a wise decision, but because of Bing Wuqing.
Indeed, Bing Wuqing, who had suddenly become a Nascent Soul Old Monster, was a huge threat to him. But at the same time, it also exposed the other party's background. Since he had betrayed the core, then no matter how strong he was, he was already a dead man. Xue Jianfeng did not doubt this point at all.
Although Xue Jianfeng's legs were heavily injured by the other party's Merciless Ice Force, in reality, he couldn't help but feel excited and even elated.
Bing Wuqing was a traitor. This meant that he had one less strong competitor in the fight for resources in the Center. In terms of talent and strength, the others were no match for her. At the very least, he'd already become the only target that was worthy of the center's fostering, and the benefits he represented was obvious. To a certain extent, this was simply a blessing in disguise.
North Island, Blue Cloud Sect.
Under the gaze of a crowd of disciples, a giant Snow Eagle descended from the sky. Everyone looked at it and started talking about it.
Although all the flying spirit beasts of the ancient sects were mainly spirit birds, that was only for the ordinary elders and disciples, and some of the higher-ups with special status. The flying spirit beasts they used were often the symbolic spirit beasts of their respective sects. For example, Hong Zijun, the leader of the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island, rode on a spiritual eagle.
Snow Eagle was the symbolic spirit beast of the Snow Sword Sect in the middle island.
Seeing Bing Wuqing dismount from the back of the Snow Eagle, everyone looked at each other. Although the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island and the Snow Sword Sect in the middle island were both part of the ten small sects and families, one belonged to the North Island Alliance, while the other belonged to the Middle Island Alliance. They had almost no contact with each other, and the higher-ups of the sects rarely visited each other. What was going on today?
"May I ask who you are?" a supervising disciple walked up and asked.
"Snow Sword Sect. Bing Wuqing, "Bing Wuqing said lightly.
Hearing this name, everyone was shocked. Bing Wuqing was a real celebrity in the small Jianghu of the primeval times. Back then, she was the most famous person in the Foundation Establishment stage, and almost all the disciples of the primeval sects looked up to a genius. Even in this remote north island, she was well-known.
But why would such an influential figure suddenly appear here?
"Your Excellency, what brings you to the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island?" the supervising disciple asked, neither servile nor overbearing.
"I'm here to see someone. His name is Lin Yi, and he's the Primeval Uncle-Master of the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island." Bing Wuqing spoke bluntly. Since she had come to the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island publicly, there was no need for her to be secretive. Even if she publicly revealed her relationship with Lin Yi, she believed that Lin Yi wouldn't mind.
"Primeval Uncle-Master?" The supervising disciple was slightly stunned. He thought that since she had come from afar, she was most likely here to visit on behalf of the Snow Sword Sect. He didn't expect that she was here to see Lin Yi.
"Is there a problem?" Looking at his weird expression, Bing Wuqing frowned.
"This …" The supervising disciple hesitated. Nowadays, Lin Yi, the so-called Primeval Uncle-Master, was a highly controversial figure to the entire Blue Cloud Sect in the north island. Because he stood on the opposite side of Highest Elder Chen Jiu, except for Xin Yijie and the others, the other disciples basically stayed away from him. After all, in their opinion, going against a Nascent Soul Realm Old Monster was simply courting death, and there was no possibility of winning.
"Go and ask for instructions. I'll wait." Bing Wuqing didn't know what happened to Lin Yi and the others, but judging from the supervising disciple's reaction, she had vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Of course, before figuring out the specific situation, she couldn't act rashly. She could only wait and see.
"Alright." The supervising disciple didn't dare to be negligent. Even if Bing Wuqing didn't say it, he had to report this kind of thing as soon as possible. How to deal with this uninvited guest wasn't something that a mere supervising disciple should worry about.
Soon after, a few high-level Gold Core cultivators of the Blue Cloud Sect in the north island hurriedly showed up. Their leader was none other than Lu Pingan, the direct disciple of Highest Elder Chen Jiu.
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