On the Cloud Tread Rooftop, the violent transformation of the five elements finally came to an end. The mountain rocks in the void, the rolling fire clouds, and the howling sandstorm … all of the phenomena brought by Daoist Master Zhifeng had disappeared. The Spirit Sword Peak was still filled with the warm sunshine and a thin layer of light clouds.
"I admit defeat."
After a long silence, Daoist Master Zhifeng lightly said. At this time, his face was as pale as paper, and the blood from the corner of his mouth dripped onto his lapel.
In this duel, no matter how unwilling he was, in the end, he had already lost. There was no point in forcing himself to continue; instead, he would lose the face of the Shengjing Sect … Relying on his last bit of rationality, Daoist Master Zhifeng finally didn't make the insane suicidal choice.
"Since I've lost, everything is based on the bet … In the future, if there's an opportunity, I will definitely pay you a visit to ask for forgiveness!"
Daoist Master Zhifeng bitterly smiled as he deeply bowed to the Elders of the Lingjian School.
The so-called if there's an opportunity, in fact, there was no opportunity. His conspiracy in the White Moon Country was exposed, and he suffered a crushing defeat in the Lingjian School. According to the sect's rules, being able to keep his life was already good enough. Being suppressed in the temple for a hundred years was the minimum punishment, but after a hundred years, his lifespan would have already run out.
A Yuanying Stage Daoist Master's lifespan was usually around six hundred years. Daoist Master Zhifeng was already more than four hundred years old, so it stood to reason that he still had nearly two hundred years of lifespan left. However, in the fight with Wang Wu, his heart was shaken and his Jade Mansion trembled. Although his cultivation didn't regress, he suffered countless internal injuries, which could almost be said to be hopeless to recover...
Whether as an Elder of the Shengjing Sect or as a Yuanying Stage cultivator, he had no future to speak of. That being the case, what was the point of stubbornly holding on to his tongue? Not to mention, even in terms of debating ability, he couldn't be compared to that woman in white.
Since Daoist Master Zhifeng readily admitted defeat, no more twists and turns, the Lingjian School also reciprocated by not hitting him when he was down. The most prestigious Elders of the sect silently waved their hands to disperse the crowd of onlookers, leaving Daoist Master Zhifeng with the last bit of face.
After that, Feng Yin Daoist Master sighed and silently left the Cloud Platform. The Second Elder, Liu Xian, and the Third Elder, Fang He, wordlessly arrived at Daoist Master Zhifeng's side. They set up their swords and prepared to personally send him out of the mountain gate, which was a little bit of respect for this Yuanying Stage Elder.
The Lingjian School's behavior could be considered kind. However, Daoist Master Zhifeng couldn't help but wryly smile in his heart: This is the so-called victor's etiquette! First, he beat the other half to death, and then politely handed out a handkerchief. "Wipe your nosebleed, dear." In the past decades, it was always him who handed out the handkerchief on behalf of the Shengjing Sect. When had he ever been pitied by the other party as a loser?
"Your honorable sect really hid it well!"
When he was about to leave the mountain gate, Daoist Master Zhifeng could no longer hold back and sighed with emotion.
The top five of the Wanxian League really deserved their reputation! Even after his investigation, the most worthless Fifth Elder of the sect — a mere King Pill Cultivator — had such skill; how powerful would the other Yuanying Stage Elders be? It was really frightening!
Upon hearing this, the two Spirit Sword Sect Elders beside him just faintly smiled. Liu Xian said, "Fellow Daoist Zhifeng, you're overthinking it. Fifth Junior Sister is a famous master of defense. Even if Junior Brother Fang He and I were to fight her, it would not be easy for us to break her Three Feet Sword Defense."
Hearing this, Fang He suddenly frowned. Although he didn't speak, he said to his Junior Brother through his Primordial Spirit, "Senior Brother, it's just a Three Feet Sword Defense, is it really that difficult to break it?"
Liu Xian asked back, "Indeed, it's not difficult for us to break her Three Feet Sword Defense, but Junior Sister still has a One Foot Sword Defense, and even an Inch Sword Defense! Just thinking about it gives me a headache … Junior Brother, do you have the confidence to break her full defense? "
Fang He thought for a moment. Several times, he wanted to open his mouth, but in the end, he swallowed it back.
Indeed, Fifth Junior Sister's impregnable defense was really hateful. Today, on the Cloud Tread Rooftop, it was just a small test. Over the years, only the Heavenly Sword Hall Elders, who had suffered from it, had a deep understanding of it!
However, there was no need for outsiders to know about these things. In any case, it was just a kind of humanitarianism to comfort them.
Upon hearing this, Daoist Master Zhifeng sighed with emotion. This Lingjian School had been underestimated too much over the years! Perhaps in terms of comprehensive strength, there was still a big gap between this withered sect and Shengjing Sect, Kunlun Sect, and other sects. However, none of the ten Great Elders of the Heavenly Sword Hall could be underestimated.
Moreover, over the years, many people had overlooked a very important factor: although the Elders of the Lingjian School seemed to be in their twilight years, in fact, they were not that old! Among them, the oldest Great Elder, the Sect Leader of the Spirit Sword Sect, Feng Yin Daoist Master, had just celebrated his three hundredth birthday a few years ago. The youngest, Hua Yun, seemed to be only one hundred and fifty-six years old. Based on their cultivation level, although they couldn't be regarded as the top geniuses in the Immortal Cultivation World, considering the fact that they were on the same stage, their strength was overwhelming, which was really terrifying.
Even if the Shengjing Sect was the number one sect in the Immortal Cultivation World, how many of them could be compared to the ten Elders of the Spirit Sword Sect? Perhaps only the dozens of madmen in the Greater One Hall could do it.
He hated himself for being blinded by greed, rashly kicking this iron plate, and finally losing his reputation … Now, in addition to the bottomless abyss in front of him, Daoist Master Zhifeng had no other way to go — at this time, the three of them had already reached the edge of the mountain gate. Just a few more steps and they would be out of the boundary of the Lingjian School. And once they were out of the boundary of the Lingjian School, in theory, they would be in the Shengjing Sect's territory.
The two elders who were supposed to send the guest off stopped here. After sending him to his seat, they turned around and left. Daoist Master Zhifeng sighed, and with a trace of determination, he was about to take a step when suddenly, someone shouted from behind him.
"Student Zhifeng, please wait a minute ~"
This voice was very familiar to him; it was the voice of the Spirit Sword Sect's Fifth Elder who sent him into the abyss!
Logically speaking, he should hate her to the bone. However, upon hearing her voice, his heart couldn't help but waver: She wants me to stop at this time, could it be … that there's a turn for the better, that I can still be saved!? For example, she feels that it's too cruel to let me die, so it's better for us to discuss a harmonious solution and so on …
As a result, Wang Wu's next sentence made him vomit blood.
"Don't take away our Sword of Mount Kun and other equipment and spirit stones!"
Puff! When did the Sword of Mount Kun become yours!? … No, when they made the oath before the duel, it seemed like there was indeed such a thing!?
Just as Wang Wu said, in the duel, the winner takes all, and the loser kneels and licks … She really didn't forget to take all of them!
Daoist Master Zhifeng was silent for a moment. His Primordial Spirit penetrated his Jade Mansion and looked at the Sword of Mount Kun that was being nurtured inside. His heart couldn't bear it. This sword's grade was not particularly high, but it was, after all, a genuine spiritual treasure. When he first entered the Yuanying Stage, the Sect Leader personally gave it to him, and later, it accompanied him for a hundred years.
Spiritual treasures have their own spirit, and the Sword of Mount Kun was no exception. The sword spirit, Autumn Beam, was gentle, refined, and loyal. Daoist Master Zhifeng regarded her as his own daughter, so how could he be willing to give it to others?
However … thinking of the hundred years of imprisonment in the temple, he couldn't help but shudder. In this life, he had no hope, so why should he implicate that child Autumn Beam to suffer with him?
Daoist Master Zhifeng no longer said anything. Enduring the stabbing pain in his heart, he used the power of his Yuanying Stage to make the sword spirit Autumn Beam sleep, and then threw the Sword of Mount Kun and the mustard seed bag containing all of his belongings to Wang Wu.
"Good, treat her well …"
The woman in white smiled and received the Sword of Mount Kun, and then enthusiastically waved at him. "Take care, classmate Zhifeng, I won't send you off."
"Humph!" Zhifeng's heart was filled with anger; he turned around and flew away.
The woman in white looked up at the sky and regretfully said, "This guy is really tough."
Behind her, her beloved disciple, Wang Lu, slowly walked over and asked with a smile, "Where did his toughness come from? Did you make his blood vessels so hard? "
The Fifth Elder said, "I just tried to save his life, but unfortunately, he didn't appreciate it."
"F * ck!? We were just watching the whole time, but aside from extorting and showing off, when did you save people!? "
The Fifth Elder was distressed by her disciple's lack of understanding. "You really don't understand me. I'm the kind of person who hits someone when they're down, and I take pleasure in slapping their face! Just now, I clearly hinted to him that there was a way for him to survive! "
After thinking about it, Wang Lu really couldn't understand. "I'd like to hear the details."
"You see, this time, his matter in the White Moon Country has been exposed; if he goes back to the mountain, he'll die, right? Therefore, if it were me, I would simply not go back to the mountain, and instead seek political asylum from other sects! "
"F * ck!? Political asylum!? "
The Fifth Elder excitedly explained, "You see, although his heart is unstable and his actual combat ability is terrible, he is, after all, a Yuanying Stage Daoist Master. As one of the Shengjing Sect's Elders, he can be regarded as a middle-level manager. Moreover, he's also the person in charge of a certain local branch. This kind of person must have a lot of blackmail materials in his hands! For example, the Shengjing Sect used its so-called continent-wide strategy to establish branches in various places to carry out intelligence work, monitor the actions of other sects, and even use undercover and other means to interfere with other sects' internal affairs and other secret plans! "
"F * ck! Master, where did you get this idea from!? Moreover, if he really dares to expose his own sect's information, that's a naked act of courting death! "
The Fifth Elder had a lonely expression on his face, "How can a little brat like you know about the world's general situation? Right now in the Nine Regions, the Shengjing Sect is the most powerful sect, and there are countless sects that want to bring them down. Even the rumored Kunlun Sect, which is in the same boat as the Shengjing Sect, only came together because of common interests. Secretly, their intrigue and intrigue are hard to describe. Not to mention there's also the Royal Soldier Sect, the long-standing opponent of the Shengjing Sect. In this case, as long as he, Zhifeng, dares to send himself to the cusp of the wind and waves, there will certainly be people who will come forward to protect him. If I'm the Sect Leader, I will generously let him stay. If your Shengjing Sect wants him back, you can, but you have to give me five million spirit stones! "
"Wait a minute, five million spirit stones? What if the Shengjing Sect really takes it out? "
"If they take it out, it means they have a guilty conscience! If they don't give me ten million spirit stones, don't even think about sealing my mouth! "
Seeing that the topic has gone off the rails, Wang Lu glanced at his Master, who was still immersed in the pleasure of pointing out the country, and could not help but sigh.
You, this brain-dead Elder, are indeed worthy to be the number one swindler in the Spirit Sword Sect...
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