I'm not a psychopath!

Chapter 69: Training of Top Disciples

"What does Wang Chao's letter have to do with me?" Jiang Qing on the stage was very puzzled.

The invasion of the demon race is already known to everyone. As one of the five major immortal sects, it is inevitable that the Ziyun Sect will take action.

But even if any decision was made, it would be a decision made among the top leaders. He was just a foundation-building disciple and still had some distance to reach the golden elixir stage. No matter how you looked at it, he had nothing to do with it.

Why did the master come to see me?
Jiang Qing walked down from the stage and took the golden envelope handed to him by Qingsu. It was more like an invitation than an envelope.

He quickly glanced through it and soon understood the purpose of the invitation.

The war between the human and demon races was a huge war, which could last for decades or even hundreds of years. In order to defend their homes, almost all cultivators above the foundation building stage had to participate in the war.

Before the establishment of this behemoth dynasty, the Immortal Sect had always taken the lead and led the cultivators in their respective territories to form their own demon-slaying teams.

After the establishment of the dynasty, the human race became even stronger and organized an army of immortal cultivators. Wherever the army went, the monsters retreated and dared not confront them.

Member of the military.

Most of them come from various major sects.

The time goes back to ten thousand years ago. At that time, the ancestors of several major immortal sects signed an agreement with the dynasty, stipulating that all disciples above the foundation-building stage have the obligation to join the army.

Let us defend humanity together.

Although the dynasty grew stronger and stronger and no longer needed disciples from the sect to replenish its troops, the demon tribe came with great force this time and there were heavy casualties on the front line.

"So you're recruiting disciples to join the army?"

Jiang Qing was puzzled. Shouldn't they recruit only him? What about the other disciples in the sect?

Then look down.

In order to cultivate the vitality of the younger generation, a training camp for top disciples was established, led by the current imperial master.

In the future, if the war is critical and the sect's assistance is needed, the disciples who have completed the training will directly serve in the army and lead the army of immortal cultivators to fight.

"So that's it."

Jiang Qing understood.

It sounds similar to some military schools in my previous life.

He looked towards the other end of the square, and sure enough, Great Elder Lingxu was also holding a letter, standing in front of Luo Hua and saying something.

Qingsu waited patiently for Jiang Qing to finish reading the invitation letter before whispering in his ear:
"If you don't want to go, then we won't go. Although our ancestors have established rules with the dynasty, the rules have always only been effective for the weak.

As long as the master is there.

No one can force you to do anything. At most, Master can go to the demon realm to kill people in your name and make a contribution. This way, it will not break the rules of the ancestors. "

"It is our duty to defend our country!"

Jiang Qing then asked another question. "Is there any reward for killing monsters in battle?"

As long as there is a reward, he is still happy to go. It’s the same as taking on sect missions anyway.

Be it a military position or other rewards, they are all considered benefits. He would never do anything that does not benefit him. He is not from this world, so where does his sense of family and country come from?

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Except for the master and senior brothers who were good to him.

"Of course." Qingsu said with a smile.

"And the reward is not low. It's possible for him to be granted a title of nobility." She finally understood that her apprentice was a money-grubber.

Jiang Qing chuckled.

"The disciple went to pack his luggage."

"Well, let's go."

Qingsu was very satisfied with Jiang Qing's choice. A gentleman judges by deeds rather than intentions, so the motives are not important.

Moreover, as a pillar of the Zhongzong Sect, it would not be bad for him to add some experience.

However, if Jiang Qing chooses not to go, she will respect her apprentice's choice. After all, this is not the only way to gild one's reputation, it just happens to be delivered to her doorstep now.

Imperial city, royal palace. In the private room of the Grand Tutor.

"The training location designated by the Imperial Master is Qianyu City." The Grand Tutor turned his back to the Seventh Prince and spoke after a long time.

Behind him, the prince in gorgeous clothes bowed respectfully, then narrowed his eyes, and saw that his fists were covered with calluses.

"It's on the front-line border, near the sea. As far as I can remember, there's only a barren mountain range over there." Baili Ye thought for a moment and replied.

"Well, this is the weird part. There are many places to train, such as the Imperial City Martial Arts Arena, the 800-li Zhulu Mountain, or Qiushui. Why do we have to go to that barren mountain?"

The master frowned.

"Who knows what the Imperial Master is thinking." Bailiye shook his head, picked up the teapot, made some tea for his teacher and placed it on the table beside him, "Maybe he's afraid that some powerful force will get involved."

"After all, this is the first training session for top disciples. I wonder how many powerful families, princes, and nobles would like to send their children in to gain experience and bribe the trainers."

"makes sense."

The Grand Tutor naturally took a sip of tea, his brows relaxed, "The Imperial Master must have considered a lot before doing this. I trust him to do things, so I will just follow his arrangements."

"Yeah." Baili Ye nodded.

"The demon clan's massive invasion is the best time. It is said that great achievements are made in troubled times. Seventh Prince, you have followed me for so many years and have endured for so many years. It is time for you to start showing your edge." The Grand Tutor said sharply.

"Right on my mind!"

Bailiye thought about it again and continued, "But Fourth Brother also seems to be planning to participate in this training camp. I'm afraid he might do something."

"boom--!"

The Grand Tutor snorted coldly, and it was obvious that he had been dissatisfied with the Fourth Prince for a long time. He slammed the teacup on the table and cursed:
"The Fourth Prince deceives his superiors and subordinates, doing evil things. He thinks he is so powerful that he doesn't even take me seriously. This time, I want to dampen his arrogance."

"This time, don't try to do anything."

The Grand Tutor walked to the window and released a spirit bird. As a teacher of the princes, he knew the character of each of his students very well.

For the foundation of the dynasty.

It's time for the Seventh Prince to show his talents.

Taiyi Sect, a wonderful and mysterious place of practice.

Tao follows nature, and the sound of scriptures is ethereal.

A Taoist priest in a Taoist robe walked through the corridor, the whisk in his hand fluttering in the wind, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

Soon, he walked into a courtyard.

There was only one cushion in the courtyard, on which someone was sitting in meditation. On the ink-colored Taoist robe was written the word "Jun". The strokes seemed to be elegant, but if one looked at it for too long, one would feel inexplicably upset and angry.

"My dear disciple Wudao, your invitation letter has arrived." Mo Ling took out an envelope.

The young man with black hair, black eyes and a stern face took the letter, opened it and read it for a while.

"Training?" He threw the invitation aside in annoyance. "Don't give me this kind of boring thing next time. It's not worth my participation."

"My good disciple, you can't just sit in seclusion and meditate all day. You should meet some heroes from all over the world. Competition can help you improve faster."

"Just those rotten fish and shrimp?"

Suddenly, a figure holding a sword appeared in the young man's eyes, "Are the people from Ziyun Sect going?"

“Of course. All those invited this time are the top disciples from various sects. But my disciple, you must not break through any more realms. Once you enter the Nascent Soul stage, you will no longer be on the list.” Mo Ling was extremely excited when he saw that there was a chance.

Handing over the prepared luggage, he wanted to let everyone in the world know this time that his disciple was called Jun Wudao, and that he was someone they could never reach.

Only when his apprentice becomes famous can he, as a master, feel proud.

"Well, sitting in meditation is boring. It's time to stretch my muscles." Jun Wudao stood up, his tall shadow reflected on the ground, dark and deep.

He took the luggage.

"I'm going."

(End of this chapter)