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Chapter 75 Another one who deserves a beating.

Dongzhou is not very close to Zixia Sword Sect, but in front of Chu Lu, who has already reached the peak of tribulation, this distance is no different from non-existence.

In just a moment, he arrived near the mausoleum.

Since the monk's tomb had appeared in the world for some time and the news had spread long ago, many righteous monks had gathered around it.

There were disciples of Qingyun Sect in white, disciples of Longhu Mountain in golden Taoist robes, and female disciples of Baihua Palace in green silk skirts... They all came for the magic sword, but after all, they all belonged to the righteous path, so the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

"Chu Lu, we'd better hide our cultivation level." At this time, Yi Xiaowan suddenly said in his mind.

"Ah? Why?" Chu Lu, who was about to show off his skills and drive away these outsiders, asked puzzledly.

"Look." Yi Xiaowan said, "The cultivators gathered near the mausoleum are basically at the Jindan stage. Obviously, this mausoleum is at this level. And we are all at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing stage... Isn't it a bit too embarrassing to come and snatch the spirit sword from them?"

Chu Lu: “…”

Chu Lu himself didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of, and since he had a hollow spiritual root, he couldn't use magic, so he couldn't hide his identity. It was meaningless to just hide his cultivation level, as it would be exposed sooner or later.

But considering that this was Yi Xiaowan's body after all, and that she would have to bear the subsequent impact after he completed his mission and left, Chu Lu still agreed.

He restrained his breath, disguised himself as a middle-stage Jindan cultivator, and approached the stationed monks.

Relying on his identity as a member of the Zixia Sword Sect, Chu Lu easily blended into this group of righteous cultivators.

The transmission of information in this world is not particularly fast.

Many people have heard of Yi Xiaowan, the good-for-nothing senior sister with empty spiritual roots, but no one knows about the things that happened to the junior sister not long ago.

Therefore, they looked at Chu Lu with some curiosity, some contempt, some sympathy, and of course they were all very friendly on the surface.

Chu Lu didn't mind and deliberately selected a few people who looked more enthusiastic to ask about the situation of the tomb.

After all, this large group of people gathered here, not leaving, not fighting among themselves, and not going into the tomb to explore. Obviously, something was wrong.

"Friend Yi, you don't know." A Qingyun Sect disciple explained, "The reason why we are gathered here is because this mausoleum has not yet been officially opened. The gate will not be opened until five days later, and we can officially start competing for the spirit sword."

"Oh? Then this news is..."

"Part of it was calculated by our elders, and part of it was learned from the stone tablet standing outside the mausoleum."

"I see." Chu Lu nodded and said, "I came here in a hurry and know nothing about this. Can you explain it to me in detail? Who is the owner of this mausoleum? Why did it suddenly appear in the world? What is the situation with the spiritual sword inside? How should we fight for it?"

These righteous monks did not lose patience and explained in detail.

Chu Lu listened to the grievances between the tomb owner and the spirit sword, and nodded with satisfaction.

As for the tests in the mausoleum, he just let them go in one ear and out the other.

Just when everyone was chatting happily, a discordant voice suddenly came in.

"I have already said that I will definitely get the magic sword in this tomb. Why are you still so stubborn and want to waste your time here?"

As he was speaking, a figure walked in.

The visitor was wearing a light pink gauze dress with beautiful butterflies embroidered on the hem. Her face was white and tender, like a newly blossoming peach blossom. Under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of big, pitiful eyes.

She walked in like a willow swaying in the wind, looked at everyone, her tone coquettish, but the content was quite overbearing: "If we fight and hurt anyone, won't it affect the friendship between us fellow righteous people?" Chu Lu was wondering who this guy was, when he heard the people around her bowing and greeting her enthusiastically, calling her "Fairy Shen" and "Fairy Yun Yao", and flattering her in extremely disgusting ways.

"Don't worry, fairy. Who would have the guts to compete with you for it?"

"That's right. Everyone stayed here just to see you."

"If you miss the chance to seize the fairy's sword, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Chu Lu looked strange when he heard this.

As for Shen Yunyao, she looked very pleased with it, her eyes narrowed with a smile.

At this moment, she suddenly saw Chu Lu and asked with a slightly surprised look: "This sister looks unfamiliar. When did you come?"

"She just arrived today." Someone introduced Chu Lu, "She is Yi Xiaowan, the senior sister of Zixia Sword Sect."

When Shen Yunyao heard the name, her eyes lit up and she said, "I've heard of this name. I've heard of you!"

Chu Lu was about to say something polite, but Shen Yunyao continued, "You are the useless person with the empty spiritual root!"

Chu Lu: “…”

"The Immortal King once said that empty spiritual roots are the worst spiritual roots. No matter how much a cultivator with empty spiritual roots practices, he is just a worthless waste. Sister Yi is obviously a waste with empty spiritual roots, but she can become the eldest sister of Zixia Sword Sect. She must have other outstanding qualities, right?" Shen Yunyao said naively.

Chu Lu's eyes twitched. The other party kept calling him trash, which was really unpleasant.

The righteous monks around also looked embarrassed and looked like they couldn't wait to escape.

But then Shen Yunyao said something even more outrageous.

"The Immortal King wants me to go out and gain experience, experience more trials, and see more of the world so that I can grow up. Although the carefully cared-for flowers are beautiful, they are fragile and useless." Shen Yunyao said: "An outstanding talent like Sister Yi is just an excellent whetstone. Sister Yi, can you learn from me and help me reach a higher level?"

The expressions of the righteous monks around them suddenly changed again, becoming extremely strange and complicated, as if thousands of words were condensed in the subtly changing facial expressions.

Chu Lu was also stunned, and then a sinister smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The guy who deserves a beating asked for a beating. How could he refuse?

Chu Lu was about to agree when a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz suddenly sounded behind him.

"Don't promise."

Chu Lu blinked. The voice was transmitted to his ears through the secret voice transmission. And through his spiritual sense, he found that the person was standing behind him. It was a woman with an unfamiliar appearance and was shorter than him.

He would naturally ignore the inexplicable woman and her inexplicable requests.

"Okay." Chu Lu looked at Shen Yunyao and said, "You're asking for a beating, how can I bear to refuse you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the righteous monks looked at Chu Lu with a hint of surprise and pity in their eyes.

Shen Yunyao was still smiling, but that smile suddenly became a little gloomy.

The woman behind him also became anxious and said, "Why...Ah! You have to lose, you must lose!"

(End of this chapter)