Little Rock was anxious and didn't want Ling Xian to put himself in danger.
"That's right."
Little Rock chuckled and began to narrate everything that has happened to him these years.
"I used to be a nomadic cultivator. Around 20 years ago, I joined the Temple of Demons and became one of their protectors."
"Greetings, Master!"
"Merely eight cultivators of the Path Choosing Realm cannot threaten me."
"It doesn't matter. Many years have passed and I am no longer the same person I was back then." Ling Xian brandished his hand. Though his tone was calm, it was full of confidence.
"Stand up."
Ling Xian laughed. He transformed into the Winged Blitz and headed towards the West.
"It's a force that only appeared 20 years ago." The man carefully looked at Ling Xian.
Then, he stood up, looked at the bright moon in the distance, and muttered to himself.
However, he had secretly sent a distress signal to the headmaster and vice headmasters of the Library of Fortune to ask for their help.
Ling Xian spoke softly. This person's sins were unforgivable. Therefore, he pointed a finger and pierced through this person's heart.
Hearing this, Little Shitou sucked in a breath of cold air. His handsome face was filled with shock.
In this Taoism community where there are no sixth leveled cultivators, he may not be the first, but he was definitely powerful enough to defeat everyone.
Ling Xian softly nodded, "Since the Temple of Demons has their eyes on you and I cannot always be by your side, then the best way is to uproot them."
Ling Xian frowned. Based on his memory, Tianzhou doesn't have such a force.
"If I can't even deal with a few cultivators of the Path Choosing Realm, then I am not your Master."
And a new legend.
Now that he was complimented, why wouldn't Little Rock be happy?
"No wonder …"
Hearing this, the man shuddered, "I will speak. I will speak now."
Because he was a young Supreme Being who could kill a sixth leveled cultivator!
At this, Ling Xian's expression turned cold, "If you don't speak, then I will send you on your way."
On the empty field, the man's body was shaking and his eyes were full of fear. He was hesitating whether or not he should speak.
The man felt bitter. These were all secrets of the Temple of Demons. If he divulges any one of them, he will die. But right now, he was under Ling Xian's control. Even if he didn't speak, he would die.
When the bright moon rose into the night sky, Little Rock shut his mouth. Ling Xian opened his eyes and smiled, "What an exciting journey. It is all worth remembering."
Even if he encountered a dangerous situation that could threaten him, with his current combat strength, he would not die. If that was the case, why would he be afraid?
He spoke excitedly and Ling Xian listened attentively. At once, the atmosphere turned warm.
Seeing this, although Little Shitou felt helpless, he could only follow closely.
Little Shitou stood up, his handsome face full of excitement. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"But the Hall of Demons is far too terrifying. Even though three of them died, there are still eight of them. That amount of battling power is enough to defeat any force in Tianzhou."
"Don't worry, Master. Disciple will definitely not let you down." Little Shitou's words were sonorous and powerful.
The man spoke one after another and recounted everything that had happened.
"I haven't seen you for many years. You've grown up."
"It's a dark and windy night. It's the perfect night to kill someone."
The people and forces he had to look up to in the past were nothing but chickens and dogs in his eyes.
To others, he was an unreachable Heaven's Favorite. He was someone his own generation could only look up to. But before Ling Xian, he was still the child from back then. Whether it was his weakness or his weakness, he was willing to show it all to Ling Xian.
"The Hall of Demons?"
The eight Guardians were all Dao Choosing Stage powerhouses. Together with the two Deputy Temple Masters and the Temple Master, there were at least eleven Dao Choosing Stage powerhouses!
That wasn't his style.
"There is no need. I know you are worried about me. But there really is no need." Ling Xian smiled warmly. His confidence lit up the universe.
Inside a dense forest, Little Shitou knelt down on one knee and made a fist with both of his hands. His face was full of excitement.
Ling Xian squinted and coldness flashed across his eyes. Then, he shifted his gaze towards the man, "Tell me the location of the Hall of Demons and I will give you a quick death."
In the entire Taoism community, there were no powerhouses of the sixth level. This meant he was powerful enough to dominate the world!
Therefore, why wouldn't he be shocked?
However, Ling Xian remained calm and did not waver at all.
Just how confident was he?
Ling Xian smiled warmly and stared at the handsome young man before him. He could still see the way he looked when he was young.
The man closed his eyes in pain and told Ling Xian the location of the Hall of Demons.
Because Ling Xian was the closest person to him and the person he admired the most.
It was just that he was confused as to why this force was hunting geniuses.
"This time, I am following the leader's orders."
"Go on your way."
…
Yet Ling Xian used the word "weak" as a prefix for his fighting capabilities. Just how bold was this?
"Silly child, I want you to be happy." Ling Xian smiled warmly. Thinking about An Qiu Shui in Yunzhou, his heart warmed.
"Don't be arrogant, don't be impatient. Continue to work hard." Ling Xian warned.
"Master, why don't we return to the Library of Fortune first and then we can think about it." Little Shitou was still a little worried.
At those words, Little Shitou's body shook, "Master, you are planning to …"
"Hehe, seeing you makes me happy." Little Shitou chuckled. He was as pure as a child.
Eight cultivators of the Dao Choosing Realm. To any force, this was equivalent to a disaster. Even in the entire Taoism community, this amount of fighting capabilities was enough to rule over an area. Nobody could use the word "weak" to describe it.
"It looks like I have to make a trip."
This amount of fighting capabilities was enough to defeat any force in Tianzhou. Even the most mysterious and powerful Palace of Heaven's Favorites may not be their opponent.
"Yes, Master!"
At those words, Little Shitou was getting more and more excited. Like a child who just received candy, he was beyond happy.
Even though the Hall of Demons had 11 cultivators of the Dao Choosing Realm, they were nothing to him. He could even kill cultivators of the sixth level. How could a few cultivators threaten him?
"Yes. Based on what I know, there are eight protectors. They are all at the beginning stage of the Dao Choosing Realm."
Hearing this, the man bitterly smiled. He knew this would be the result.
"Above the protectors, there are two deputy leaders. I don't know how capable they are. As for the leader, he is unpredictable."
Ling Xian exclaimed and rubbed Little Shitou's head, "I am very satisfied with your progress."
Hearing this, Ling Xian rubbed his little head and smiled, "Tell me what you've been through all these years."
"Oh well, my hands are stained with blood. Instead of going back to be tortured, I might as well let you give me a quick death."
Then, he made a move and left with Little Shitou, leaving everyone with the silhouette of his back.
Ling Xian's frown relaxed, "Tell me about the capability of this force."
"For 20 years, I have been following orders from the leader to hunt down geniuses from all the different forces."
It's been so many years. I wonder how that stubborn girl is doing?
At those words, Little Shitou was stunned.
Just like that, time passed by little by little. Before they knew it, it was already late at night.
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