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Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 342 - 340 Infighting on Wutong Mountain
Chapter 342 -340 Infighting on Wutong Mountain
Sister Jiang Qiulan stood still, not making a move.
Qingfeng Zhenren sighed, then descended from the air and politely nodded at Jiang Qiulan, “Miss, this way, please.”
“Thank you.”
Jiang Qiulan nodded slightly and followed him down the mountain.
Only when they reached the foot of the mountain did Qingfeng stealthily glance upwards and transmitted his voice, “Don’t mind her, that mad old woman always thinks she’s the only true inheritor of our master, clinging to that token all day long, flaunting her status as the eldest sister.”
“Just keep a calm mind later. Whatever master asks you, just speak the truth. She wasn’t really scolding you just now, she was just saving some face for that mad old woman.”
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With that, Qingfeng smiled encouragingly.
Jiang Qiulan was taken aback and before she could respond, she suddenly sensed another surge of spiritual pressure from the peak, mercilessly striking the young man.
“Pfft!”
Qingfeng Zhenren’s entire body flew sideways through the air.
Numerous gashes appeared on his body.
“Ouch…”
He lay on the ground for a moment before grimacing as he got up.
Despite his cultivation being extremely close to the Transcendent Spirit Late Stage, he faced the same outcome as Jiang Qiulan when confronting that spiritual pressure.
He looked resentfully up at the summit, his aggrieved expression showing that he was angry but did not dare to speak out.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Qingfeng shook his sleeves and limped towards a secluded path at the base of the mountain.
Only after walking through the secluded path into the interior of the mountain did he finally breathe a sigh of relief and began stamping his foot in anger, “Once Nie Shixiong breaks through to the Complete Realm of Divinity Transformation, he will definitely regain my dignity for me! To hit me in front of my disciple like that, just you wait!”
“…”
Jiang Qiulan silently followed behind him.
The more she interacted with them, the more she realized that the personalities of the people at Wutong Mountain were quite eccentric, with hardly a normal one among them.
In Great Qian, Qingfeng Zhenren with such a cultivation level would already be a garrison presence of Jiuzhou.
Yet on this mountain, he still showed a bit of childishness.
Qingfeng Zhenren led Jiang Qiulan to a waterfall-like cave within the mountain and stopped, “I shouldn’t go in; you go by yourself.”
With that, he turned and left decisively.
Jiang Qiulan nodded in thanks and then slowly walked in.
Amidst the crisp sound of water, a clear pool appeared before her eyes, with a lotus-shaped stone platform in the middle.
In the center of the stone platform, a woman in a gauzy dress, with black hair reaching her hips, sat quietly on the lotus platform. Her face was so beautiful it was beyond description, her skin supple and taut, giving her a very youthful appearance, yet her demeanor exuded a mature charm.
Jiang Qiulan was momentarily stunned.
She instinctively looked around.
She couldn’t associate the person before her with the Wutong Mountain Ancestor, and it didn’t even seem related to the voice that came from the token earlier.
Looking around was surprising.
The surroundings were filled with some kind of withered Spirit Branches, like many sharp claws protruding from the stone walls.
“I wanted to transplant some ancient trees here, but unfortunately, they all failed,” the woman said with a light laugh, shaking her head, “Don’t be too surprised. This state allows me to temporarily forget that my life is coming to an end. You all of Great Qian have been a great help over the years.”
As she spoke, she gestured slightly.
The Cultivation Technique in Jiang Qiulan’s hand flew out of her grasp and landed in the woman’s palm.
“Don’t worry, I don’t care how the named disciple died, or how you got this Cultivation Technique, just as I won’t care how you die in the future.”
“I only care about how long I can live.”
“So being my disciple isn’t really a good thing; of course, as long as it feels right, it isn’t as difficult as the rumors say.”
The woman put away the scroll of the Shenxiao True Thunder Sword Technique and leaned back, gently placing her index finger on her lips, “When I take disciples, I favor those with peculiar characters. With the Dao arts being lost, I believe only the obsessed can find a way out.”
“Nie Jun has a murderous nature, Yu Chao’an is innocent, Xin Chuan is vicious, Qingfeng is cowardly, Ling Xi’er is stupid…”
“And you, you seem a bit mad. Although they are all arrogant, you are different. You really don’t regard us with any importance, no reverence in your heart.”
Jiang Qiulan quietly listened to the other’s words.
The woman slowly closed her eyes, curious about the reason for this behavior, which is why she had someone bring her in.
Now that she had a proper look, she realized that Jiang Qiulan was not just putting on a brave front.
This made the woman’s curiosity even more intense.
“Sit for a while. Once Ling Xi’er has calmed down, you can go find a secluded spot and build a wooden hut.”
From beginning to end, the woman didn’t give Jiang Qiulan any chance to speak before she fell into feigned sleep once more.
Seeing this, Jiang Qiulan calmly found a comfortable spot and sat down.
Just then, at the mountain peak.
Ling Xi Zhenren watched the leisurely returning youth with a cold gaze: “…”
Qingfeng Zhenren hurriedly quickened his pace, seeking refuge behind Nie Jun, while pushing Tang Yuan, who was hiding behind him, “You coward! You’re a disgrace to your master!”
“That’s enough.”
Nie Jun finally summoned the Mysterious Sword into his hand, “When she comes out, have her come see me; I have questions for her.”
“What if I don’t send her to you?”
Ling Xi Zhenren’s eyes narrowed slightly, speaking in a cold voice.
At these words, Nie Jun casually twirled his sword and pointed the blade obliquely at his senior sister with a raised eyebrow, “Why don’t you try?”
As the two confronted each other.
Tong Xin’chuan’s lips curled into a sinister smile, her fingertips flickering slightly as she twirled a strand of Golden Thread.
The senior sister had a higher cultivation, but she had never glimpsed the traces of the Dao Palace.
Nie Jun had not yet broken through to the Complete Realm, yet the form of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword Palace was faintly taking shape; the two were evenly matched.
She would wait to see who would fall into disadvantage and take the chance to lash out at them.
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“Tsk, tsk.”
Qingfeng, curious, peeked out, wondering if there might actually be a real fight today.
But it seemed normal.
The master was once in hardship and was taken in by farmers. After recovering his health, he simply took the farmer’s daughter as a disciple.
The senior sister had grown up with the master and was deeply indulged and spoiled, treating her junior brothers and sisters as the younger generation.
Yet her strength was easily caught up by Nie Shixiong.
Today, even the one thing that maintained her pride was challenged by Jiang Qiulan; she might well erupt in a big temper.
“You all should restrain yourselves.”
Yu Chao’an finally woke up and swept out of the wooden hut, “The other senior brothers and sisters are still busy in the Thousand Demon Cave. Instead of cultivating diligently, you’re here starting internal conflicts.”
“What were you just doing?” Tong Xin’chuan, seeing the tense atmosphere disrupted, glanced over with dissatisfaction.
“I was sleeping… no, I mean, I got injured!”
Seeing everyone’s gaze, Yu Chao’an felt speechless, “Fine, fine, I’ll make another trip to the Thousand Demon Cave. However, don’t you forget that when the master grounded you, it wasn’t for relaxation. It was to prevent the Demon Emperor and his minions from retaliating. If you get injured over some trivial matters, just wait and see how the master deals with you.”
Bang!
Watching the senior sister slam the door and enter, Yu Chao’an rolled his eyes and rode the clouds towards the Thousand Demon Cave.
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