Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 143: The founder of the Shenxuan Sect, the pale-faced scholar
Shenxuanzong, inside the magnificent palace.

As an elder in the realm of True Immortal, he came here and sent everyone away. He looked at the statue standing at the top and said lightly: "Old immortal, why don't you come out?"

"Haha, it's been three thousand years. I haven't come out for three thousand years. Old man, what do you want from me?"

With a flickering light, a young man wearing a white Taoist robe and looking quite gentle appeared out of nowhere. He held a folding fan in his hand and had an elegant look on his face, giving people the feeling of a storyteller.

The great elder snorted coldly and said, "You are thousands of years old, but you still look like a scholar. If this gets out, people will think that the founder of the Shenxuan Sect is just a bastard who hasn't even grown all his hair yet."

The scholar was not angry, but smiled and gently fanned the folding fan in his hand, "When you get older, sometimes you still need to pursue the life you want."

"You old guys are too old-fashioned. I don't like you, and I don't like your kind of life."

The white-robed scholar sat down on the chair and moved his fingers slightly. A cup of steaming tea was now steadily placed in front of the grand elder of the Shenxuan Sect.

The Great Elder snorted coldly, "Don't try this with me here. I called you here today to discuss something. You'd better put away your cynical look."

The white-robed scholar raised his head and said with a look of expectation: "Let's talk. I haven't chatted with anyone for many years."

"Not long ago, a strong man from the Shenxuan Sect came. His strength is higher than ours, and... he specifically asked someone to live."

"Who?"

The scholar narrowed his eyes, took a sip of tea and asked.

"Qingxuan Sect's hostage, Ye Qian'an."

The white-robed scholar shook his head. He had never heard of Ye Qian'an or the Qingxuan Sect. He had been practicing alone for three thousand years, so naturally he didn't know anything about the happenings in Donglingnan Province.

The Great Elder stood with his hands behind his back and continued, "That senior should be from Dongsheng Shenzhou, and..."

"He said that as long as Ye Qian'an can be guaranteed not to die, he will grant our Shenxuan Sect a chance to enter the Daluo Jinxian realm."

"What? A chance to become a Golden Immortal?!"

The white-robed scholar immediately stood up, his eyes showing desire and excitement. His obsession with becoming a Daluo Jinxian was extremely strong. With his current level of cultivation, although it was not impossible for him to become a Daluo Jinxian, his chances were very slim.

After all, the older you are, the smaller your chances of a breakthrough.

He had already let it go and decided that regardless of whether he broke through to the Golden Immortal level or not, he would no longer pursue his future life and would only focus on the present.

Now, after hearing these words, his inner restlessness was completely touched.

If this is the case, then it must be obtained.

Although there are only two words between Golden Immortal and Daluo Golden Immortal, the gap between the two is as different as heaven and earth.

It is even comparable to the gap between Qi training and immortality.

The white-robed scholar waved the folding fan in his hand and asked, "Does the Sect Master know about this matter?"

"I don't know."

The Great Elder shook his head, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Ye Qian'an is very likely from the Zuishen Sect. As you know, the Upper Sect we are affiliated with is the enemy of the Zuishen Sect."

"I'm afraid that if I tell the Sect Master about this, it might lead to the destruction of our entire Shenxuan Sect."

The white-robed scholar nodded and decided not to tell the sect leader about this matter for the time being, and to wait until he found an opportunity in the future.

"Old man, you are not going to stay here any longer, are you?" The great elder narrowed his eyes and looked at the white-robed scholar with some curiosity.

The scholar waved the folding fan in his hand, smiled and said: "Forget it, since there is an opportunity, I will naturally not miss it, but this matter is left to you. I have recently been touched by my soul, and I decided to leave the sect to train for three years."

"Three years of experience?"

"Yes, feeling the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs, the bitterness and sweetness of the world may be of great help to my practice."

The white-robed scholar put one hand behind his back and walked forward, then said, "The sect is now in your hands. Don't tell anyone that I'm leaving."

"Besides, my most beloved disciple is dead. As his master, I still have to avenge him."

The white-robed scholar looked at the blue sky, sighed deeply, and then disappeared from the spot.
"you!"

The elder looked at the scholar's back as he left, and angrily swung his sleeves and said, "Hey, fellow, can you hold on?"

"It's OK. You won't die. But you, old man, are about to die. If you can't break through, you will probably die of old age."

"What a bullshit..."

The Great Elder was also very angry. Looking at the scholar who had disappeared in front of him, he shook his head helplessly and said, "I hope you can make a breakthrough in your training."

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Xiniu Hezhou border.

This place is covered in wind and snow all year round, so it's covered in snow wherever you look, and you can't see a single living creature.

A magic sword slowly came over. On the sword, Ye Qian'an looked around and found that this place was even more desolate than he had imagined. There was no sign of life at all.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine and murmured, "Did I come to the wrong place?"

After taking out the map and looking at it, Ye Qian'an found that he had not come to the wrong place, but the situation here was obviously inconsistent with what was marked on the map.

Three consecutive days of flying.

Monsters finally appeared before their eyes, but these monsters were extremely strange. They killed anyone they saw. As long as there were living creatures, they would all be killed.

However, they have one characteristic, that is, each monster has white hair on its body. It is obvious that these hairs are grown to prevent natural enemies.

"It's really weird. If this area is so dangerous, then isn't Lingdong City ahead even more dangerous?"

Ye Qian'an drank two taels of wine, then increased the speed of his flying sword and soon arrived at the designated location, Lingdong City.

Walking on the ancient Great Wall, every brick and tile seems to be telling a thousand years of history. The towering wall is like an indestructible barrier, resisting the invasion of foreign enemies and guarding this vast land.

At this moment, there are two cultivators holding spears standing at the door. Their strength is at the Jindan level. If this were in Donglingnan Province, I'm afraid that Jindan cultivators could become elders.

However, in Lingdong City, a cultivator in the Jindan realm is just a gatekeeper, which is really unbelievable.

Ye Qian'an landed steadily on the ground. Just as he was about to enter Lingdong City, he was stopped by two people at the door.

The leading Jindan cultivator gently reminded: "Excuse me, senior, just to enter Lingdong City, you need to pay a thousand low-grade spirit stones, or ten medium-grade spirit stones."

(End of this chapter)