"The Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium was only held three years ago. Why is it being held again?"
"Is it because of the inner city selection? Do they need to prepare in advance? "
"I don't think so. This time, the Third Young Master Shen of Abandoned Sword Villa is advancing strongly and stepping into a third-grade sect. The elders of the seven sects can't sit still and want to see the foundation of this new sect, right? "
"That's true. Then shouldn't it be changed to the Eight Sects Martial Arts Symposium instead of the Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium?"
The Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium was a grand event that happened once every ten years in the nineteen outer cities. The last one was held not long ago, and suddenly there was news that it was being held again, which immediately caused a lot of discussion.
The people were not fools. The seven sects were in a hurry to hold a symposium at this time. Obviously, it was not to welcome the addition of Abandoned Sword Villa. The undercurrent was turbulent, and the water was very deep!
Most of the people, although they were amazed by the previous mission of the Abandoned Sword Villa, they still felt that no matter how brilliant and brilliant Third Young Master Shen was, it would be difficult for him to resist the joint ostracization of the seven established sects. They were afraid that his days in King City would not be so easy.
"The seven sects are still calling it the Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium and not the Eight Sects. It seems that they really don't put Abandoned Sword Villa in their eyes."
"If the Third Young Master Shen is tactful, he will endure it first and be a man with his tail between his legs. After a few years of experience, he will be considered to have a firm foothold when a sect is promoted in the inner city this time."
"I heard that Young Master Shen is young and full of vigor. He won't compromise so easily."
"This time … there will be a good show to watch."
The discussions in the city were endless. Cynanchum Chinense and the others went out to buy, so they naturally heard it clearly. They were more and more annoyed by the seven sects' rudeness.
Shen Zhenyi did not care at all. He never changed his pace because of the public opinion. He was still leisurely watching flowers bloom and wilt, calmly comprehending martial arts.
On this day, all the city gate guards came to inform him that the people from the Abandoned Sword Villa had arrived and wanted Shen Zhenyi to confirm the quota.
After being promoted to a Level Three Sect, the Abandoned Sword Villa could obtain ten places to enter the city. Of course, Shen Zhenyi didn't waste it. He immediately sent a message to the Abandoned Sword Villa and asked Shen Shou to bring people to enter the city.
Since it was dangerous outside the city, Shen Shou did not dare to be negligent. Hence, he sent Granny Chi Huo, a few of her favorite disciples, Young Master Yu, Dharma Master Ren, and a few others to help.
"Why didn't my father come?"
Shen Zhenyi was stunned. He turned around and asked Princess Long, who was in charge of this matter.
Princess Long replied helplessly, "The Old Villa Master, my father, Landlord Shen, and a few others said that they want to stay here and take care of the young disciples. In the future, when Master has confirmed the matters in the city and most of the people of the World of Eight Cultivators can enter the city, they will follow."
Shen Shou, King Dalong Of Zhao, Shen Zhongshan, and the others were once heroes and grandmasters. They had their own pride and self-esteem. They were unwilling to abandon their disciples and subordinates and rely on others for protection.
Shen Zhenyi nodded and understood their pride. He smiled and said, "Since you have such a heart, you will never lack the will to improve. It is unknown if you can make further progress on the path of martial arts."
These people were old horses with high aspirations. The things that restricted their progress were mostly the limitations of the world and their vision.
After entering the Seven Wounds World, the abundant spiritual energy naturally helped them improve again. As long as they had enough time, they would definitely be able to catch up with the average level of this world.
Shen Zhenyi wasn't too worried about them.
"In that case, lead everyone to rest. In the future, in the outer city, Granny will be in charge of the internal affairs of the sect. Law Master Ren will take care of the external affairs. Young Master Yu will lead the disciples in cultivation. You must not slack off."
Thinking about it, Shen Shou had put in a lot of effort to send these three people.
Granny Chihuo had the most seniority. She was also Cynanchum Chinense's grandmother. After joining the Abandoned Sword Villa, she was loyal and respected. She had rich experience and was more than enough to manage the internal affairs of the sect.
Law Master Ren was originally the lord of Soaring Sky City. He was good at mediating and building relationships. In the environment of the outer city, he could handle it with ease.
As for Young Master Yu, he had followed Shen Zhenyi to the Chaotic Separation Secret Territory and learned the secret saber technique of the Cang Lan Secret Storehouse. He also admired Shen Zhenyi. It was most appropriate to let him lead the disciples in cultivation and control them.
"But …"
Princess Long looked hesitant. "In addition to these three, there is another …"
"Another?"
Cynanchum Chinense felt that something was wrong. "Who else did the Old Villa Master send?"
Shen Zhenyi tilted his head and seemed to have sensed something. He smiled and said, "Since we are here, let's take it easy. Let's go out and take a look."
Ten new residents of the outer city of the Abandoned Sword Villa had already passed the city gate guards and arrived at the mountain gate.
Shen Zhenyi and the others went out and saw the ten people standing at the door. When Granny Chihuo saw Cynanchum Chinense coming out, she was excited. However, when she saw the person beside her from the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
As soon as Shen Zhenyi went out, he saw a white-robed man sitting on a wheelchair at the side. He looked haggard and was as thin as a match.
"Third Brother, long time no see."
That person coughed non-stop and was extremely weak.
It was the young master of the Abandoned Sword Villa, Shen Baihe.
"Why are you here?!"
Cynanchum Chinense blurted out. She turned her head and questioned Granny Chihuo, "Granny, are you stupid? Why did you bring this person here?! Didn't the Old Villa Master give the order to lock him up until his death? "
Shen Baihe had wanted to kill Shen Zhenyi since the Nine Nether Land. He colluded with the ten great experts and Elder Five Sword in an attempt to kill Shen Zhenyi. Unfortunately, Shen Zhenyi's martial arts were too high, far beyond his realm. Not only did he kill Elder Five Sword, but he also used the Moon Decapitation to ascend to the Immortal Realm and enter the World of Eight Cultivators.
Shen Baihe didn't regret it and colluded with the twelve sword towers in the World of Eight Cultivators. He wanted to use the power of the twelve sword towers to force Shen Zhenyi to hand over his power, indirectly killing the young master of the twelve sword towers, Shen Yizhou.
Shen Shou learned from this painful experience and locked Shen Baihe in the death cell, never to release him.
He didn't expect that after a few years of peace, he would appear again in the World of Seven Wounds. The Old Villa Master actually gave him the precious quota to enter the city? He was really muddle-headed!
Granny Chi Huo smiled bitterly. She bowed to Shen Zhenyi and said, "The Third Prince, it's not that I made the decision without permission. Eldest Young Master, he … was seriously injured in the prison and has a terminal illness. He doesn't have much time left. The Old Villa Master took into account the kinship of his flesh and blood, so he sent him to the city to see if he could prolong his life. As for his martial arts, they have already been crippled. The Third Prince, you don't have to worry. "
When Shen Baihe was imprisoned, all of his martial arts were crippled. Even if he was sent to the city, it was only to treat his illness.
"Third Brother, I was wrong."
Shen Baihe gasped for breath. His voice was low, as if he was about to die, but his words were kind.
"Since we are siblings, please save my life. I won't dare to go against you again. If I do it again, let me die with ten thousand arrows piercing through my heart!"
He easily swore a deadly oath.
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