"Sigh …" The skinny young man shook his head while wiping the table. "We are so unlucky. We just had to draw the worst number!"
"Just admit it. Someone has to stay." Another chubby young man kneeled down to wipe the floor, slowly and patiently. He smiled and said, "We only have a month. If we do well, the Sect Leader might reward us. When we enter the Mystic Realm, with the reward, we'll definitely be able to catch up to them!"
"That's true, but it's impossible for us to get a reward from the Faction Leader!" The skinny young man snorted. "You know the Faction Leader's temper. He rarely praises people. He always criticizes them!"
"That was before. Things are different now." The chubby young man smiled. "This is a special time. Who would be willing to stay and clean the place without a reward?"
"So what if they don't want to? Who dares to disobey the Faction Leader's order? Are we going to betray the faction because of this? "
"Impossible."
"That's it." The skinny young man snorted. "The Faction Leader is not afraid of us having second thoughts. Our Tianfeng Faction is going to rise and shine in the world. Who would have second thoughts?"
"Junior Brother Zheng, did you say that the 12 Ancestral Masters have lived for 10,000 years?" The chubby young man asked curiously. "I don't think it's possible. How could they live for 10,000 years? It's not like they went to the First Heaven!"
Under normal circumstances, they could live for 1,000 years. Some with higher cultivation strength could live for 2,000 years.
Just thinking about it made them envious. Unfortunately, it was impossible to live up to 10,000 years in this realm. Otherwise, they wouldn't have to go to the First Heaven. They could just live here.
"Yes, it should be." The skinny young man nodded. "The 12 Ancestral Masters are clearly recorded in the Faction History Book. It's impossible to make a mistake."
"Could they be the descendants of those Ancestral Masters?" The chubby young man asked.
"Hehe … There were only them in the Mystical Realm. There were no women." The skinny young man shook his head and smiled. "Besides, we have the Bloodline Stone. It's impossible to make a mistake."
The Bloodline Stone could determine a person's identity. As long as someone dripped their blood on the stone, their name would be reflected. This was also to prevent other sects' disciples from impersonating them.
The disciples of the Heavenly Demonic Sect all had the ability to transform, but it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens to sneak into the Heavenly Demonic Sect. Every sect had their own methods, and sects that did not have enough methods would have been annihilated long ago.
"That's true." The chubby young man nodded slowly and said, "When will we be able to reach that level of cultivation … This is truly earth-shattering and beyond imagination!"
"What's the point of being powerful? Four of them were still killed by Wu Yuansi," the thin young man snorted.
The chubby young man's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and looked around. Then, he ran out of the hall and glanced around. When he came back, he widened his eyes and said, "Senior Brother Zheng, are you crazy? How dare you say that! "
The thin young man snorted and said, "Can't you even say that?"
"If the elders hear this, it will be terrible!" The chubby young man shook his head and said, "It's not like you didn't see the elders' expressions. It's worse than if their parents had died."
The thin young man sneered and curled his lips. "How can there be an immortal? Unless you're an Asura! "
"Alright, alright, let's get to work, get to work!" The chubby young man was frightened by his words and did not dare to listen anymore. Otherwise, no one knew what shocking words he would say.
However, the thin young man's mouth could not stay idle. After wiping the table, he began to wipe the cupboard next to him. He said, "How do you think this Wu Yuansi cultivates? It's 10,000 years! He's about the same age as us, right? "
"Alas … You can't compare him like that." The chubby young man sighed.
He also felt depressed. They were both young men, but Wu Yuansi was a sect leader and had an earth-shattering cultivation, while he was wiping the floor here. Just thinking about it made him feel like he had lived his life in vain. It was better to die.
However, he said, "It's said that this Wu Yuansi not only has amazing qualifications, but he also has amazing luck. He obtained the Divine Demon Herb and then the Heavenly Demonic Blade. The Heavenly Demonic Blade is very evil. Obtaining it is like adding wings to a tiger. However, it's said that this blade is the most ominous. None of the blade owners escaped with their lives. They all died from the backlash of the Heavenly Demonic Blade."
"No matter how they died, they lived a grand life. Unlike us, we can't even enter the arcane realm and we have to wait for a month. After a month, the others will have left us behind!" The thin young man angrily threw the rag on the floor.
The chubby young man smiled bitterly. "Others are others, but we are ourselves. We each have our own path. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to have a fortuitous encounter in the arcane realm and soar to the sky!"
"Haha …" The thin young man laughed and nodded. "That's hard to say!"
As they spoke, they became happy again and were full of energy.
Chu Li stood at the side and shook his head with a smile. Everyone was unwilling to be ordinary. They all wanted to change their fate and soar to the sky. He was just lucky enough.
He had already read their minds. They did not know where the arcane realm was. Even if something happened, there was no need for them to report it. They could escape through the secret passage and the sect would naturally find them.
They did not even know how to activate the Sect-Protecting Formation, so there was nothing they could do.
When they left the basilica, it looked brand new.
Chu Li went to the painting again and studied it carefully. He concentrated and sensed it. After a while, he was able to determine that there was an aura of the void on the painting.
If it was someone else, they might not be able to do anything even if they knew about it. At most, they could only destroy it. Chu Li had the Heavenly Demonic Aerial Manipulation Technique.
He could not help but feel excited. Could this painting be the entrance to the arcane realm?
He thought that it was highly possible. The arcane realm had always been secretive and no one knew where the entrance was. It was somewhere between nothingness and reality, so it was not surprising that the entrance was on a painting.
He concentrated all of his spirit and used the Heavenly Demonic Aerial Manipulation Technique to envelop the painting.
There was a loud "boom" in his ears. It was like a sudden clap of thunder that shook his mind. His whole body felt like it was electrocuted, numbing him uncontrollably. This shocked him and he quickly activated the Heavenly Demonic Scripture.
His mind suddenly jumped and entered a void. It was like the void in his mind, but it was not the void in his mind. There were no Buddhas or Heavenly Demons.
A handsome middle-aged man stood in the void. He wore a blue robe and stood with his hands behind his back. His blue robe fluttered even though there was no wind. He was elegant like a deity.
The handsome middle-aged man glanced at Chu Li and nodded slightly. He then slowly got into a stance and performed a set of palm technique. He then spoke in a calm and clear voice, explaining the heart technique of this palm technique.
Chu Li was surprised as he learned. He did not expect this to be the authentic Heaven Wind Palm. The heart technique he was talking about was the pure Heaven Wind heart technique.
The handsome middle-aged man activated his palm technique over and over again, and a gust of wind gradually surged in the void. The wind howled, and he actually couldn't stand steadily and was about to be blown away. However, he relied on his pure and powerful mental strength to stand steadily and watch as the man waved his palm.
Every palm technique was different. The Heaven Wind Palm technique was exquisite and its changes were extremely complicated. It was the peak of palm techniques.
The handsome middle-aged man kept performing palm techniques. Each palm technique was different. He had already practiced ten sets of palm techniques. The wind howled and became stronger. Even he felt that it was difficult. If it were someone else, they would have been blown away by the wind and fell out of this void.
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