"No, I still need Martial Uncles' permission." Weisuo coldly snorted in his heart, but his expression remained honest.
"You don't know what's good for you. You have to understand that inner sect disciples can casually dispatch disciples from the other peaks." The sweet-looking female cultivator glanced at Weisuo and coldly said.
Weisuo knew what she meant. She meant that the handsome young cultivator next to her had a high chance of becoming an inner sect disciple, but he still pretended not to understand. "You three are inner sect disciples? That's not right, you are clearly ordinary disciples like us. "
"Scram!" The young cultivator with the birthmark on his forehead couldn't take it anymore. He stepped in front of Weisuo and wanted to push Weisuo to the side.
"Whoosh!" At the same time, the handsome young cultivator next to the female cultivator sneered and didn't pay attention to him. He shot out a green aura toward a house on the right. The female cultivator released a wave of True Essence and wanted to sweep up the broken pieces of wood from the rubble.
"What do you want to do? If you attack a fellow sect member, you will have to face the wall for three years. "Weisuo dodged to the side. At the same time, he shot out a yellow light that shattered the young cultivator's green aura.
"You dare to stop me?" The handsome young cultivator didn't think that Weisuo would dare to directly stop him. His eyes immediately turned cold. "If you want to properly stay in the Gongde Sect, then scram!"
"Who's arguing here? Who's making trouble?"
At this moment, an old voice sounded. A blue-clothed old man with yellow hair and a black wooden staff slowly walked over.
"Martial Uncle Li." Weisuo, Mo Wei, and the dark-skinned Great Ying Peak disciple immediately bowed to the blue-clothed old man. This blue-clothed old man was called Li Tianjing. Just like Zhang Yun, he was an elder of the Great Ying Peak.
"What's going on?" Seeing that there were three disciples from the Great Foolish Peak, the blue clothed old man holding the black wooden staff was somewhat surprised and immediately asked.
"We're looking for some Ancient Thorny Fruit Trees. There might be Ancient Thorny Fruit Trees of the same age here, so we came to look for them." The elegant young cultivator expressionlessly said. He didn't show any respect to his elders.
"Martial Uncle Li, they want to tear down all the residences here and look for the Ancient Thorny Fruit Trees," Weisuo said honestly. "I said that they have to get the agreement of all the Martial Uncles, so there was a dispute."
"How dare you! The disciples of your Foolish Peak actually came to our Great Ying Peak and casually tore down our residences. This is too much! Quickly leave this valley, and I won't pursue this matter! "The blue-clothed old man flew into a rage as soon as he heard this. His yellow hair was trembling.
"These Ancient Thorny Fruit Trees are what Senior Brother of the Mausoleum of Zhou wants." The elegant young cultivator slightly narrowed his eyes and glanced at the blue-clothed old man. "Since that is the case, then I will call Senior Brother of the Mausoleum of Zhou to personally ask for them."
"He wants them?" The blue-clothed old man's expression greatly changed. He seemed to be extremely fearful.
"It's only a few broken houses. It doesn't seem to be worth offending Senior Brother of the Mausoleum of Zhou for these broken houses." A hint of pride appeared on the young cultivator's face.
"Who is Senior Brother of the Mausoleum of Zhou?" Just at this time, an honest voice sounded. It was Weisuo who suddenly asked this question.
"He is a disciple from their Foolish Peak. He has already been accepted as a direct disciple by Grand Elder Zhao. He is already at the Fifth Layer of Thought Splitting Stage and has a high chance of reaching Jin Dan … This person is very narrow-minded. If you offend him, you will receive revenge. He is not to be trifled with." The blue-clothed old man's voice immediately entered Weisuo's ears. His voice was filled with helplessness.
"Another person has come …" Weisuo's eyes unnoticeably flashed. His divine sense swept over and found another old man entering the valley.
"It's Martial Uncle Qian," Mo Wei said softly.
The person who came was an old man wearing gray daoist robes. This old man's body was stooped, and all of his teeth had already fallen out. His face was covered in age spots, and his eyes were dim and yellow. At most, he only had ten years of Shouyuan left. Just like some of the old antiques that had attacked Weisuo last time, he truly had one foot in the grave. However, this old man was only at the peak of the Fifth Layer of Thought Splitting Stage. It was clear that his talent and luck were ordinary. By the time he was about to reach Jin Dan, his physical body had already passed its peak. Many of his functions had deteriorated, and it was very unlikely that he would succeed in reaching Jin Dan. Thus, he stopped at the peak of the Fifth Layer of Thought Splitting Stage. In this Great Ying Peak, there were five or six old men like him who had stopped at the peak of the Fifth Layer of Thought Splitting Stage. However, this old man was the oldest among them. Normally, he did not do anything. He only stayed in his residence, Little Cang Valley, and looked at a pond.
"If the Mausoleum of Zhou personally came to ask for it, we might give him face and search carefully to see if there are any Ancient Thorny Fruit Trees. However, the three of you want to tear down the residence of our Great Ying Peak? You really are too arrogant." After the grey-clothed old man heard Old Man Li's message, he was very unyielding. He directly drove away the three elegant young cultivators. "Immediately leave Great Ying Peak. If you do this again, I will not be polite to you."
"You won't even give Senior Brother Mausoleum of Zhou face?" The young cultivator was very shocked. He did not think that Old Man Qian would have such an unyielding attitude.
"If people give me face, I will naturally give them face. If people don't give me face, why should I give them face? I'm already so old that I'm about to die. I have nothing to ask of others. It's scary …" The grey-clothed old man Qian waved his hand and said very calmly.
"Good, very good!" The elegant young cultivator glared fiercely at the grey-clothed old man Qian and Weisuo, then suddenly turned and left.
"Our Great Ying Peak has had few talents in the last several hundred years. Even this kind of disciple dares to come to our Great Ying Peak and behave atrociously …" After the three left Little Ling Valley, Old Man Qian, who had one foot in the grave, let out a faint and helpless sigh.
Mo Wei, the blue-clothed old man Li, and the others all felt sorrow in their hearts. For a moment, they were speechless.
"There is the aura of a battle of magic here. Which of you stopped them from casting magic?" Old Man Qian shook his head. He suddenly looked at Weisuo, Mo Wei, and another dark-skinned Great Ying Peak disciple and asked.
"It was me," Weisuo answered honestly.
"Very good. You must be Ma Teng, the one who obtained the right to listen to Zen music at my Great Ying Peak, right? You've done well in this matter." The old man surnamed Qian's turbid eyes were filled with praise. "I'll give you this one hundred thousand pill." The old man surnamed Qian placed a white pill bottle in front of Wei Suo.
"Many thanks, Martial Uncle Qian," Weisuo accepted the pill bottle and thanked him. The spirit energy contained in this hundred one unit pill was also very good. It was equivalent to a spirit pill made from a high tier level five yao core. This kind of pill was already very good for cultivators below the Jin Dan stage. However, to the current Weisuo, it wasn't anything special.
"Simple and unadorned, no sadness or joy. Your personality is like a piece of unpolished jade. It's a pity …" Old Man Qian looked at Weisuo and let out a light sigh.
Although he didn't finish his sentence, Weisuo knew in his heart that Old Man Qian was definitely saying that this "Ma Teng" didn't have high talent, and his cultivation speed was slow.
"The Great And Mighty Peak that came from The Great And Mighty actually declined so much … This is the place where the Great And Mighty once lived. Even that kind of disciple came here to abuse their power," Old Man Qian gave Weisuo a hundred one unit pill and sighed again, wanting to leave.
"Martial Uncle!" Wei Suo was shocked in his heart, and immediately asked, "Our Great Ying Peak once had a Divine Xuan expert. Was his previous residence also in this Little Ling Valley?"
Old Man Qian shook his head and said, "That's right. Our master at the time had high hopes for our batch of disciples. He also let us live in Little Ling Valley, hoping to obtain some of our seniors' luck. It's a pity that our batch of people all disappointed him … Even Junior Martial Brother Zhong, who obtained the right to listen to the zen music like you, didn't obtain a great opportunity."
"Martial Uncle Qian, I want to see Martial Uncle Zhong's residence. I also want to see the places where The Great And Mighty once lived in our Great Ying Peak. Can you take me there?" This Old Man Qian knew a lot of things that weren't recorded in the Great Ying Peak's records. This made Weisuo's heart beat faster. He followed him alone and made such a request to this Old Man Qian.
"You want to see those places?" Old Man Qian was a bit surprised, but he still agreed. "Alright, I'll take you there."
"This is Cultivator Zhong's residence?"
The old man surnamed Qian first brought Wei Suo to a small courtyard. More than half of the courtyard had been destroyed, and the walls on both sides had collapsed. Only the innermost large room was still mostly intact. Weeds and vines grew everywhere.
"He had already died before we left here. His residence was left unattended for a long time, so it became like this." Old Man Qian shook his head and said, "Only a few of our batch of disciples remain."
The old man surnamed Qian looked around, reminiscing about the days of the past. As for Wei Suo, he carefully walked forward. His divine sense constantly swept out, carefully inspecting every small corner.
"I hate that I can't comprehend …" Weisuo's gaze violently jumped. On a stone wall under the moss beside the g-couch, he found a carving. But to his disappointment, there were only these four words. Filled with despair, he carefully searched the entire room. The cultivator who obtained the scripture but couldn't comprehend it didn't leave anything else behind.
"This is the former residence of The Great And Mighty of our Da Ying Peak?" The old man with the surname Qian brought Wei Suo to a simple and crude stone room. This stone room was chiseled into a cliff on the east side of Little Ling Valley. It was only a few feet wide and was extremely simple. There was only a large round rock inside that was extremely smooth. Someone must have meditated and cultivated on it for a long time, which was why it was so polished.
"This is the former residence of our Da Ying Peak's mighty cultivator. Back then, Little Ling Valley was still a wasteland. He was the only one cultivating here." Old Man Qian nodded. "My Junior Martial Brother Zhong also meditated here for a while. Later, we even said that he got lucky here, so he was qualified to listen to the Zen sound. But he didn't get anything and died depressed. Since then, none of us followed him and came here to meditate."
"That cultivator Zhong also meditated here for a while?" Weisuo's brows twitched imperceptibly.
There were no words or pictures left behind in this stone room. It was extremely simple and crude, but for some reason, after he entered, he felt that this stone room gave him a strange feeling. As for what exactly was strange, he couldn't pinpoint it at the moment.
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