"Changsheng!"
Inside the hall, Sacred Lord Linglong sighed. She looked at Lu Changsheng with confusion in her eyes.
"Generally speaking, Cultivators your age are all thinking about how to make a name for themselves, how to shake the world, and how to become an influential figure. But what I see in you is forbearance, a low profile, and indifference."
"It's as if you don't care about anything in the world. Just like your master said, you're young, but you've already seen through the world and reached the state of being virtuous.
"That's indeed extraordinary. It's a good thing, but at the same time, it's also a bad thing. You lack the drive of a young man, which isn't good for your cultivation."
Sacred Leader Linglong taught Lu Changsheng seriously.
Lu Changsheng also accepted it "humbly".
In fact, Lu Changsheng wouldn't be so low-profile if he was really that capable.
But the problem was that he was barely a Golden Core cultivator now.
He had to work hard to reach that level. How could he pretend to be a Golden Core Cultivator?
"I understand."
Even so, Lu Changsheng still nodded and pretended to accept the lesson.
"All in all, you have to be in your best condition for the upcoming Geniuses Grand Gathering. The reputation of the Middle Continent depends on you," Sacred Leader Linglong said.
Sacred Lord Linglong said.
"Sacred Leader, what are you talking about? The Saints of the other sacred grounds are pretty good too."
Lu Changsheng said.
"Them?" Sacred Leader Linglong's eyes flickered with disdain. She then said slowly, "Even though the other Saints are talented, they're nothing compared to you. To put it bluntly, they might not even be able to defeat Yun Rou. I'm afraid they'll only bring shame to the Middle Continent if they go."
Sacred Leader Linglong said seriously.
"Is the Middle Continent really that weak?"
Lu Changsheng didn't expect a Holy Disciple to be as worthless as a cabbage in Sacred Lord Ling Long's mouth.
Oh, wait, cabbages are worth something.
"It's not that the Central Plains is weak. It's just that the other large regions have produced a few outstanding geniuses. Changsheng, remember what I said."
"It's just like the imperial examinations in the mortal world. Sometimes, it's not whether your literary talent is good or not, but whether others are good or not."
"If they're weak, then you're strong. If they're strong, then you're weak. Since ancient times, the Central Prefecture has never been weak. But the problem is, the wheel of fortune always turns. In recent years, the Eastern Lands have produced quite a few Chosen."
"Even the weakest North Pole has produced many geniuses. And then there's Xuan Xin from the Western Desert. He single-handedly defeated the Nine Great Holy Lands. If he hadn't fallen to your hands, I'm afraid there would be a rain of blood between Daoism and Buddhism."
"There are many geniuses in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, they were born at the wrong time and met them. But fortunately, there is a dragon in our Central Plains. That dragon is you, Lu Changsheng."
Sacred Lord Linglong said in a serious tone.
At their level, they basically had no other desires other than immortal cultivation.
But they weren't saints, and they hadn't severed their emotions and desires. The competition between the Holy Lands and the strong still existed. It was just a different method.
At this age, it wasn't a competition of whose level was higher or whose strength was stronger. It was a competition of disciples.
Whoever was able to nurture a peerless disciple would gain face.
Vanity was another matter, but at least it was a good thing. The stronger the disciple, the more stable the foundation would be in the future.
And the weaker the disciple, the less stable the foundation would be in the future.
There was no such thing as an immortal dynasty or an indestructible Holy Land.
Wealth didn't last more than three generations, and poverty didn't last more than three generations.
The qi flow of heaven and earth was constantly changing. As time passed, there would always be strong and weak. The strong would survive, and the weak would be eliminated. That was the law of heaven and earth.
"How many geniuses are there in other places?"
Lu Changsheng was a little curious. Lu Changsheng was really curious about those who could suppress most of the Sons of the Ten Great Sacred Lands.
"The most representative prodigies in the Eastern Lands are Wang Xuanji, Li Rulong, and Zhang Yuansheng. The three of them have great backgrounds. They're respectively from the Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Sect, the Sky Yan Dynasty, and the Limitless Dao Sect. If there are no surprises, there should be a few other prodigies from reclusive sects."
"In the Southern Mountains, Gu Chiming, Zheng Taia, and Chen Jizi are basically the representative geniuses of the Southern Mountains. In the North Pole, there's a pair of brothers who are very strong. They're called the Young Kings of the North Pole.
"But I think the most terrifying is the Western Desert!"
Sacred Lord Linglong said.
"Western Desert? Xuan Xin? "
Lu Changsheng was a little curious.
"No." Sacred Lord Linglong shook her head.
"Then?"
Since it wasn't Xuan Xin, Lu Changsheng was curious. Xuan Xin was the Arhat, but he wasn't as strong as this person?
"His name is Xuan Hui, Xuan Xin's Junior Brother. I've heard that when Xuan Xin was touring the Middle Continent, he had already defeated Xuan Xin. It's said that if Xuan Xin is a Arhat, then this Xuan Hui might really be the reincarnation of an ancient Buddha. He's able to read minds, know the future, and understand the past.
Sacred Lord Linglong took a sip of wine and said.
"Xuan Xin lost to him?"
Lu Changsheng didn't expect the Buddhist sects to be so secretive. They even had a trick up their sleeves?
"Yes, he lost. But it's just a rumor. I'm not sure if it's true or not."
Sacred Lord Linglong said.
But given her status, the information she received might be a little exaggerated, but it definitely wasn't too ridiculous.
This Xuan Hui seemed to be something.
"Sacred Lord, how does Lei Lingzi compare to them?"
Lu Changsheng couldn't help but ask.
Apart from the Successors, Lu Changsheng had some impression of Lei Lingzi, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Lei Lingzi? I've heard a little about him. He's a genius, but compared to them... he's nothing. "
Sacred Lord Linglong said casually.
Damn!
So Lei Lingzi was a treasure trove?
He thought he was some famous person.
But he was just a small fry.
At this moment, Lu Changsheng more or less understood the situation.
He rubbed his temples.
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
With so many geniuses gathered, wouldn't he be sending himself to his death?
Furthermore, they knew that a character like Thunderbolt was actually just a small character.
This made Lu Changsheng feel that it was a little troublesome.
I can't keep using my avatar to suppress the enemy, can I?
And Sacred Lord Linglong recognized him as a true peerless genius.
Can I suppress him?
Ah, this is so annoying.
Can't you just let me go back to the Sect quietly?
Seeing Lu Changsheng frown.
Sacred Lord Linglong sighed and said.
"Changsheng, stop pretending. It's time to show your real skills."
What?
Show my real skills?
Is it here?
That's not good, right? The door isn't even closed.
Lu Changsheng awoke from his thoughts and subconsciously thought.
However, at this moment.
Hot air appeared next to his ear again.
"By the way, Changsheng, I said that if you can solve the Linglong Chess Set, I'll give you an opportunity. Do you want to know what it is?"
A voice sounded next to his ear.
The boiling hot air surrounded his ears, making him itch all over.
His mind was in turmoil.
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