Chapter 635
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"I'm the seventeenth successor disciple under Zhao Hai of Lionheart Peak. Above me, there are sixteen more powerful Core Formation disciples of Lionheart Peak. But in my opinion... it is only a matter of time before you enter the sequence. "
"The sequence might not be your limit. After you become the inherited disciple of the teaching elder of the main peak, you might be valued by the sect leader, the great ancestor, or even the two Venerables. That is what you should work hard towards. "
He did not expect Li Yingjun to have such a high opinion of him!
Zhen Xiaoxiao's cheeks turned slightly red.
But when he looked at Li Yingjun's eyes, he found that he was very sincere.
Other than feeling that Venerable Mei valued him, it was probably because of his battle with the Heavenly Lions that left a deep impression on him.
It seemed that the best way to win the respect of the strong was to be strong.
Zhen Xiaoxiao now had a deep understanding of this point.
"You have just arrived at the Spiritual Gate, so there are still many things you need to understand. Don't worry, take your time. Let me pick a place for you to live."
Although the courtyards in the middle of the mountain were similar in size, there were still some subtle differences.
"Don't think that some courtyards are good just because they are newly built. In fact, the best place to live is close to the underground spirit vein."
He led Zhen Xiaoxiao through the alley slowly. Li Yingjun's words made Zhen Xiaoxiao gain a lot of knowledge.
If there was no one to guide him, he would definitely miss out on many hidden benefits.
Moreover, as he interacted with Li Yingjun, Zhen Xiaoxiao gradually gained a deeper understanding of the hierarchy of the Lionheart Peak's disciples.
Because the handsome senior brother chatted with him along the way, Zhen Xiaoxiao did not feel that there was a huge difference in status between the inherited disciples and the inner disciples of the main peak.
However, all the inner court disciples that wore cinnabar colored robes all along the way had astounded expressions when they saw Li Yingjun, and they bowed with cupped fists in excitement. Moreover, their gazes didn't forget to size him up a few times with suspicion.
This kind of thing happened too many times.
Zhen Xiaoxiao naturally understood. Inherited disciples would not easily appear in the middle of the Lion Rock Mountain. Their cave residences were close to the top of the mountain where the spiritual energy was denser.
Moreover, the robes of Lionheart Peak's inner disciples were the color of cinnabar. Only the inherited disciples would wear bright red.
However, in the alley, there was a man with disheveled hair in cloth clothes sweeping the dust with his back facing the two.
His movements were clumsy, as if his right arm was injured, so his movements were slow.
"Let's do it here, Courtyard 009. The house is a little old, but the newcomers don't know that the Spirit Gathering Room in this house has the best effects. Moreover, it was adjacent to the intersection of the earth fire and the underground spirit vein. Under the parasol tree in the backyard, there was also a small hot spring that could be used. This is my little secret, Junior Martial Sister Zhen must not tell anyone else. "
After bringing Zhen Xiaoxiao to a vermilion door, Li Yingjun smiled and pushed open the door that had been sealed for many years.
As the door was pushed open, an old smell rushed out.
But after the dust settled, he carefully savored it. A gentle breeze faintly sent out pure spiritual energy from the courtyard.
It was indeed a good place that no one knew about!
Looking at the moss-covered stone path in the courtyard, the two-story wooden building, the firecracker flowers and hibiscus that grew out from the gaps in the walls of the courtyard and even the roof, and the intertwining weeds, this place had not been inhabited for a long time. Flowers and trees grew unbridled, creating a semi-wild landscape.
Just as Zhen Xiaoxiao was looking around the small courtyard with interest, she suddenly heard the sound of cloth tearing behind her.
It turned out that there was an untamed bamboo branch sticking out of the broom that the sweeper stretched out. She did not know how, but it tore her skirt.
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