On the eve of the war.
Late at night.
The sky was filled with stars.
In a mansion, Sikong Jiantian sat quietly in the main hall.
There was a figure kneeling in front of him.
"Lord Sikong, according to the latest news from the Heavenly Supervisory, the Fiendcelestial Cult has already sent the 72 Earthly Fiends to Qingzhou Ancient City."
"The higher-ups have spoken. If there are any losses this time, Lord Sikong will take full responsibility."
The voice was emotionless.
"Seventy-two Earth Spirits? They really think highly of me. "
Sikong Jiantian was a little surprised as he didn't expect to attract the 72 Earthly Fiends.
The Fiendcelestial Cult was a famous cult in the Great Xia Dynasty. It was famous not because it was strong, but because it was the most ferocious one. They were holding a sacrificial ceremony in order to revive a Fiendcelestial. Sacrificing a living person was against the bottom line of the orthodox cultivators.
In the Fiendcelestial Cult, there were the sect master and deputy sect master, the four Netherworld Kings, the twelve Vajras, the 36 Heavenly Spirits, and the 72 Earthly Fiends. Below them were Commander Wan, Commander Qian, and Commander Bai.
The 72 Earthly Fiends were all Golden Core cultivators, and the few with the highest ranking might have even reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
Sikong Jiantian didn't expect to be able to attract the 72 Earthly Fiends.
But that wasn't the main point.
"I'll take full responsibility? If I solve it perfectly, what reward will the Heavenly Supervisory give me? "
Sikong Jiantian asked.
"The higher-ups have said that this is your job. You should do it well. If you don't do it well, Lord Sikong, please go back and prepare to be punished."
The other party's voice was still calm and emotionless.
Sikong Jiantian couldn't help but frown.
However, Sikong Jiantian soon shook his head.
"Go back and tell the higher-ups that I purposely showed myself this time to make them give themselves away. They will definitely come to Qingzhou Ancient City to watch the battle tomorrow. At that time, I will invite them into the trap."
"They're trying to recruit me. However, they have no idea what I'm thinking."
"Do you really think that I came to the Qingzhou Ancient City unprepared? I want the 72 Earthly Fiends to kill all of their lackeys before they come. When the time comes, I'll hang their corpses above the city gate and let the people of the Ten Nations see the consequences of joining the Fiendcelestial Church. "
At this point, Sikong Jiantian even stood up and said, "Okay, go back to report."
"Understood."
The latter was emotionless and disappeared on the spot.
Just like that, time slowly passed.
In the wee hours.
The sky was getting brighter.
The Qingzhou Ancient City was still overcrowded, especially today because of the duel between Ye Ping and Wang Minghao, as well as the duel between Sikong Jiantian and Su Changyu.
The spectator seats of the Sword Dao Meet were priced at a thousand taels of gold, making the ancient city of Qingzhou a huge profit.
However, there was a figure that seemed very lonely.
Li Changye dragged his exhausted body out of the Qingzhou Ancient City.
There was a complicated look in his eyes.
Originally, he thought this was the beginning of his Invincible Path, but he didn't expect it to be the end.
However, Li Changye did not think that his Sword Dao was too weak. He felt that he had been careless.
But a defeat was a defeat.
Despite being extremely indignant, Li Changye still chose to leave the sad city.
He wanted to go back and find his master. He didn't know whether he had lost or not.
He could only go back and look for his master.
However, just as Li Changye walked out of the ancient city, a figure hurriedly chased after him.
He was a healer.
"Li Changye, Li Changye."
The apothecary chased after him, looking a little anxious.
Li Changye immediately turned around, feeling a little curious as to what the other party was going to do.
"Li Changye, look at my bad memory, I forgot to tell you something. Do you still remember Ye Ping?"
The apothecary asked while panting.
"Yes …"
Hearing Ye Ping's name, Li Changye immediately felt a little depressed, but considering that the other party was a apothecary who had saved his life, Li Changye had no choice but to bear with it.
"Ye Ping asked me to pass you a message. He said that he really didn't do it on purpose and that he didn't understand what you said at first. He told me to ask you where you live and that he would definitely visit you to apologize in the future."
The apothecary said seriously.
Li Changye was speechless.
'What do you mean? '
'You still want to humiliate me? '
'Are you trying to kill me? '
'Ye Ping, I'm going to fight you. '
After hearing those words, Li Changye's face turned red. He was infuriated.
He was furious.
'I'm already leaving, yet you still want to humiliate me? '
'Pfft. '
In an instant, Li Changye was on the verge of vomiting blood again.
The apothecary hurriedly took out a bottle of Blood Nourishing Pills and said, "Li Changye, your injuries are serious, take this bottle of medicine with you on the way. Don't force yourself in the future, swords have no eyes."
"Li Changye, why are you crying?"
"Don't cry, don't cry, you're a man, why are you crying? Didn't you just lose a sword test? At most, you can come again next year. There are indeed many powerhouses this year. If you're lucky next time, you might be able to make it to the top 500. "
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The apothecary continuously comforted Li Changye.
The latter did not say a word and simply walked straight into the city.
He was not going back. He was going to challenge him to a duel after the Sword Dao Meet.
If he didn't win it back, he wouldn't be able to take it lying down.
"Ahhh!"
Li Changye immediately walked towards the city, looking extremely agitated.
At this moment, in the ancient city.
A ray of sunlight shone on Ye Ping's body.
At this moment, Ye Ping couldn't help but open his eyes.
On the eve of the battle, Ye Ping had been comprehending the sword intent.
That day outside the Qingzhou Ancient City, Ye Ping could condense the sword intent, but in the end, he did not choose to do so because the Four Thunder Sword Techniques and the Heavenly River Swordsmanship were not the most suitable for him.
That was also the reason that during this period of time, Ye Ping had been thinking about what kind of sword intent he needed.
'What kind of sword intent should I condense? '
There were three realms of sword cultivation.
Sword moves, sword momentum, and sword intent.
Once the sword intent was condensed, it would be directly suppressed regardless of how strong the sword momentum was.
Hence, Ye Ping was eager to condense his own sword intent as soon as possible.
However, after thinking hard for seven days, he still could not condense the sword intent. Fortunately, the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet was coming to an end.
'After the Sword Dao Meet, I'll ask Eldest Senior Brother for advice when I return to the sect. '
Thinking of this, Ye Ping composed himself and rushed to the Sword Dao Meet.
Now that he had made it all the way to the top four, Ye Ping was in a good mood.
Although he had made it all the way to the top four, he did not care. Anyway, the Sect Leader had said that as long as he could get a good ranking, he could become an official disciple.
Ye Ping did not have the extravagant hope of getting first place. As long as he could become an official disciple, he would be able to become an official disciple.
With that thought in mind, Ye Ping went to the Sword Dao Meet.
On this day, the Sword Dao Meet had already formed a human wall that was packed with people. Some of the nearby restaurants were even overcrowded. It was a rare scene.
As Ye Ping appeared, deafening shouts filled the air in an instant.
"Ye Ping, Ye Ping!"
"Ye Ping is here! Ah, Senior Brother Ye Ping is even more handsome today. "
"Senior Brother? Sister, look at how old you are. Isn't it a little inappropriate to call him Senior Brother? "
"Who cares how old I am? Do you know what it means to be a young married woman?"
"What do you mean? I really don't understand why you female cultivators have so many tricks up your sleeves. "
"Please, stop chatting, I can't take it anymore."
The Sword Dao Meet could be said to be bustling with voices and sweating profusely.
Ye Ping was used to such scenes. After all, he had many fans in the literary world of Jin Nation. Although they were not as exaggerated, there were still quite a few, just like Li Yu.
Just like that.
Two hours passed.
A voice sounded.
"Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet, top four, Ye Ping versus Wang Minghao."
A voice sounded.
Two figures also slowly appeared on the main ring.
Ye Ping looked elegant and easy-going, showing the aura of a Confucian Immortal.
Wang Minghao's appearance looked ordinary, but he had won eight matches in a row, so his strength was naturally extraordinary.
Everyone was watching the battle.
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