Grandpa, times have changed.

Chapter 643 A Contingency Plan Against the Righteous Alliance

Soon after.

With a taut face and expressionless expression, Chi Jiuyu led Yi Mingzhenjun back to the Sword Ancestor Hall.

She was there to relay a message for her martial uncle, which represented his reputation, so she couldn't be as carefree as usual; she had to be serious.

"Uncle-Master, True Monarch Yi Ming has arrived."

After bowing respectfully, Chi Jiuyu walked to the side, each step measured as if it had been specially measured, without the slightest deviation.

In the end, she stood calmly in the corner, motionless like a statue.

She's a heartless fisherman now!

Xu Xing: "..."

This thing is as abstract as ever.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, you can go down. Don't just stand around here."

Chi Jiuyu was taken aback: "Huh?"

They're just kicking me out like this!
She also wanted to see what kind of relationship Yi Mingzhenjun, the founder of "Seeking Truth," had with her martial uncle.

Crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge...

Yeah!
Uncle-Master, this is blatant disregard for the cause!
Just as I was about to say something, a ray of light fell right in front of me.

Chi Jiuyu caught it in a flurry of activity.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a storage ring, exactly the same style as the ones Xu Xing had given her before.

She probed with a wisp of her divine sense to take a look, and her expression instantly turned serious.

"Uncle-Master, then this disciple will take his leave."

If you have any good opportunities like this in the future, just let me know!

After quickly adding a sentence in her mind, she turned around and left the dojo.

Only after her figure completely disappeared from sight did True Monarch Yi Ming take a deep breath, step forward, and respectfully bow:
"Zhu Er greets Senior Sword Ancestor."

That's right, Yi Ming Zhenjun's real name is Zhu Er.

"Please sit down," Xu Xing said.

"Yes."

Without any hesitation, he sat down directly on the prayer mat that had suddenly appeared.

"How did your visit to the Sword Sect to discuss cooperation go?" Xu Xing asked.

"..." Yi Mingzhenjun paused for a moment, "It's alright."

Because the other immortal sects haven't been negotiated yet, and it's unclear how much [Jingyue] paid to receive support from the Divine Refining Pavilion in the future.

Therefore, he was unsure whether the conditions proposed by the Sword Sect were lenient or harsh.

"Try out more options and choose the one with the best conditions."

[Seeking Truth] Cooperation with the Sword Sect...

He naturally wouldn't get involved in such trivial matters.

The reason for mentioning this is mainly to reduce any concerns for True Lord Yiming.

"This junior understands." True Monarch Yi Ming was not surprised at all.

He had anticipated this before he came.

If the Sword Ancestor's vision had truly been limited to the Sword Sect, he wouldn't have turned his sword towards the Sword Sect after learning about his past.

"Now that I have the honor of meeting Senior Sword Ancestor, I have a question I would like to ask you," he said.

"You ask."

"I wonder what Senior Sword Ancestor thinks of Yuan?"

Because he had not joined any immortal sect, he did not have much information, and it was far less than that of the Righteous Path Alliance.

Even when Xuan broke into the Central Continent and took away the 'Will of Heaven', he only knew that a great enemy of the human race had broken into the Central Continent, but he knew nothing about the specifics of what happened.

What's your opinion on Yuan?
A strange feeling flashed through Xu Xing's mind.

“He did a great job; he accomplished many things that I couldn’t.”

Yi Mingzhenjun smiled:

"If Yuan Ruo knew that he had received such praise from the Sword Ancestor, he would surely be very happy."

"From what I'm saying, you and Yuan still have a connection?"

"Yes, Yuan is indeed a good friend of the younger generation."

Back when Yuan was just a Nascent Soul cultivator and still very weak, he had high hopes for Yuan and helped him many times.

"To be honest, senior, when I first met Yuan, I had some intention of testing him."

His talent and temperament are both exceptional.

It would be a lie to say that he never had the idea of ​​taking on apprentices.

"Oh?" Xu Xing became interested. "Then why didn't it work out in the end?"

It should be noted that since that purge, True Monarch Yi Ming has successfully advanced to the Tongxuan realm, making him a very influential figure.

Even if Yuan's cultivation progresses rapidly later on, he will still be very weak at that time, which is exactly when he desperately needs to find a powerful ally.

In the end, it didn't work out...

This is a little strange!

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that Yuan later joined Tingyulou, and it's not appropriate for a junior like me to compete with Tingyulou for him."

He had a pretty good relationship with the previous owner of Tingyulou.

"Moreover, it's always more comfortable to be friends than to be master and disciple."

Not to mention that Yuan's cultivation progress was simply terrifying; he completely surpassed him in just over a thousand years.

If it really works out, and the disciple's level is higher than the master's, wouldn't that be awkward?
"So he didn't invite you to join the Righteous Path Alliance after that?"

“No.” Yi Mingzhenjun shook his head slightly, paused, “But he did explain this to me.”

That was some time after Yuan founded the Righteous Path Alliance and served as its chairman.

He said that he gained the respect of many seniors because of a moment of impulsiveness, which led him to create such a bizarre and unorthodox alliance.

"But the Righteous Alliance was too idealistic from the very beginning. Even if he stays in the alliance, he can't guarantee that the alliance won't go astray in the future."

"Therefore, he hopes to leave some seniors outside the league, so that someone can remind them if the league goes astray later."

At this point, True Lord Yiming smiled:

According to him, this is called "not putting all your eggs in one basket".

Besides him, several other high-level cultivators who were on good terms with him also received his requests.

“Oh, right.” Yi Mingzhenjun seemed to remember something. “I remember Yuan also mentioned that if the alliance really does end up in a way he doesn’t want, there will be a senior with a rather eccentric temperament, someone he doesn’t really want to deal with, who will correct things through the arrangements he left behind.”

This was something Yuan mentioned when he was drunk during their last gathering.

Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed in Xu Xing's eyes.

A senior colleague with an eccentric temperament whom you don't really want to deal with?
If he guessed correctly...

Gee!

In an attempt to escape his entanglement, he tried every possible way, only to discover that his ultimate trump card was actually him.

Yuan really is a ruthless person.

……

……

Meanwhile on the other side.

Sword Sect Outer Sect Martial Arts Arena.

Not long ago, Lin Changsheng arranged for his natal sword to send the batch of spiritual herbs he had acquired back to his cave and give them to Qing.

Furthermore, the Sword Sect has speed limits in many places, especially for unmanned flying swords...

Therefore, Lin Changsheng, a sword cultivator, ultimately chose to spar with Zhu Feng unarmed.

Zhu Feng was quite indignant about this.

He felt that Lin Changsheng was looking down on him, so he insisted on waiting for the natal sword that delivered the medicine to return.

Let's have a fair and square showdown with Lin Changsheng!
Even though Lin Changsheng explained that the result would be the same whether he was empty-handed or wielding a sword, Zhu Feng was still not happy.

Finally, Yue Chongfeng got impatient and urged Zhu Feng to hurry up, and Zhu Feng reluctantly agreed.

He didn't know why, but even though he already knew Yue Chongfeng was a Celestial cultivator, he still wanted to show off...

Of course, this was just his own opinion.

Ding!
Amidst the crisp clash of metal, sharp swords pierced the bricks of the arena.

Zhu Feng's face turned bright red, and he knelt on one knee, his body sliding backward almost horizontally, the tip of his knife sparking brightly on the arena.

Opposite him, Lin Changsheng appeared completely relaxed, a thin layer of white light emanating from his two fingers. There was no outward display of aura, but the sharp intent he exuded made Zhu Feng's heart pound wildly, and even the flow of his magical power became somewhat sluggish.

Gritting his teeth, Zhu Feng tried his best to calm the unease in his heart:
"Come again!"

boom!
The fierce and domineering sword strike stirred up wind and thunder, causing the heavens and earth to change color, and thick dark clouds seemed to be gathering from all directions.

But as the array patterns above the clouds flickered, all the strange phenomena vanished instantly.

Rumble!
Thunder and lightning roar!

The gale, like a thousand steel blades, thundered and exploded, instantly covering every corner of the arena.

Buzz~!

The chilling, sharp blade light tore through the wind and thunder, seemingly capable of cleaving through everything, and slashed towards the composed Lin Changsheng.

Ding!
It was another crisp, clear clanging sound, just like before.

The sword finger, glowing with a thin layer of white light, easily blocked the blade that gleamed with a cold light.

Huh~!

A fierce wind, mixed with thunder, poured out in all directions from the point where the sword and blade clashed.

The array patterns used to isolate the arena were all struck, creating dense ripples.

Yue Chongfeng remained motionless. The wind and thunder that exuded destructive power dissipated without warning as soon as they reached him.

The standoff lasted for a short while.

With a slight exertion of force, Lin Changsheng unleashed a surge of sword intent that instantly swept away all the strange phenomena on the arena.

Zhu Feng felt an irresistible, overwhelming force surge towards him. He could no longer keep his sword raised high and staggered back more than ten steps before finally stopping.

The magical power within his body was fluctuating, and his blood and qi were surging uncontrollably.

ended.

This person should have realized the gap by now.

Yue Chongfeng thought to himself.

Lin Changsheng on the arena calmly lowered his hand and smiled:
"Brother Zhu is indeed remarkable, this time..."

"Good!" Zhu Feng shouted suddenly, having calmed his turbulent blood and qi.

Lin Changsheng was somewhat stunned by the shouting.

"I thought you were looking down on me when you said there wasn't much difference between being empty-handed and wielding a sword, but now it seems you weren't lying!"

He said it in a very confident tone.

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the Sword Sect's secret technique, 'Sword Bone'! Truly extraordinary!"

Lin Changsheng: "..."

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

I just said that 'the result is the same whether you are empty-handed or wielding a sword,' so how come he said 'there is no difference'?

And how the hell did I end up cultivating "Sword Bone"?!
A martial arts technique with such a bizarre name; only someone with a mental problem would attempt to practice it.

Yue Chongfeng was also stunned for a moment.

This guy……

Can't you see the difference even like this?

That shouldn't be the case, right?

"Today's battle has allowed me to learn the Sword Sect's supreme secret techniques. This trip has truly been worthwhile."

At this moment, the flush on Zhu Feng's face caused by the surge of blood and qi had subsided considerably.

"I hope to have the opportunity to learn from Senior Brother Lin again in the future!"

It seems I still have some distance to go before I can reach the level of a true prodigy in the Immortal Sect.

However, since it could force him to use a secret technique, the difference in skill level must not be too great.

With hard work, you'll eventually catch up!
He cupped his hands in greeting, then tossed his sword into the air, where it landed perfectly in its scabbard at his waist.

"..."

He's quite good at showing off.

But is this guy just putting on a brave face because he knows the gap between them, or does he genuinely think the gap isn't that big?
Lin Changsheng was somewhat unsure.

It's a pity I don't know the "Mirror of the Mind" technique...

"Brother Zhu, you're too kind."

Regardless, people did pay money after all.

He had secretly inquired about that elixir in the group chat; it was one of the most precious kinds.

If the price is right, then the service will naturally be right too...

Cough!

"Then what happens next..."

Yue Chongfeng prepared to step onto the ring.

call out!
A cold glint came from afar, passing through the isolation array of the arena and appearing in front of Lin Changsheng.

It was a long sword as bright as an autumn pool, with a small bird with purple feathers and lively eyes perched on its blade.

"I bought the wrong elixir."

A voice that was both delicate and alluring.

It was Lin Changsheng's natal sword and Qing.

As they spoke, a dazzling purple light descended upon Lin Changsheng.

As the light faded, a beautiful and exquisite figure appeared.

A purple bodycon dress adorned with tiny crystals accentuated her curvaceous figure, her long, slightly wavy purple hair, and her jewel-like purple eyes seemed to hold a shimmering, watery quality, with purple eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes.

Her red lips were glossy and moist, with a small mole at the corner of her mouth, exuding charm.

"Bought the wrong thing?"

"I bought Qingling Grass instead of Qingling Grass."

Qing took out her storage ring and handed it to him, then traced the names of the two spiritual herbs with her finger.

Lin Changsheng took it with a puzzled look, then took out his phone to check it, and then said seriously:
"You misspelled it when you sent me the message!"

"Okay, okay! It's all my fault. Hurry up and return it so it doesn't go to waste." She grabbed Lin Changsheng's hand and shook it.

Zhu Feng, standing opposite him, was completely stunned.

Looking to the side, he discovered that the stunningly beautiful celestial cultivator was also looking at Senior Brother Lin.

A strong sense of loss welled up inside me, even more so than when I had just been defeated.

This is……

Is he a winner in life?
……

……

Not long after, outside the Sword Ancestor's main hall.

Xu Xing personally escorted Yi Ming Zhenjun out.

"How could I possibly trouble you, Senior Sword Ancestor?"

"It's alright, I'm going out for a walk too."

The two talked about many things.

From Yi Mingzhenjun, Xu Xing learned about some of Yuan's unknown arrangements.

Even now, very few people know about those things.

After all, he didn't want to give up searching for his hometown, but he also didn't want the Righteous Alliance, which he had worked so hard to establish, to become a major scourge of the Tai Xuan Realm in the future.

Therefore, he had many backup plans.

Moreover, he was unaware of even the last wisp of his soul that he had left behind.

It can only be said that he was chosen by the Tai Xuan Realm as the most suitable person to do this job because of his one wrong decision.

"Yuan entrusted these matters to you, and you're just telling me this? Is it really alright?" Xu Xing suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, senior," Yi Mingzhenjun said with a smile. "Yuan said he believes in you."

If even the Sword Ancestor is not trustworthy, then who in this world is trustworthy?
After saying this, he bowed again:
"Junior, take your leave."

After saying this, True Lord Yiming turned and walked down the mountain.

Before long, he disappeared into the clouds and mist in the mountains.

Xu Xing gazed into the distance, speechless for a moment.

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