Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 127 Mission
After rushing all the way, Zhong Lin soon arrived at the hall where the master of the main peak was.

"Disciple Zhong Lin, greetings to the Sect Master."

"coming."

Yu Jinglei slowly opened his eyes, a smile on his face.

Can you stop laughing?

A seventeen-year-old fourth-grade alchemist is a treasure no matter where he is. Throughout the history of the Jianding Sect, it is easy to find a third-grade warrior, but it is hard to find a fourth-grade alchemist!
"sit."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhong Lin bowed and sat on the side. A maid had already brought him tea.

"I called you here today because I have a mission to entrust to you."

"Please give your instructions, Sect Master."

Yu Jinglei nodded and looked at Zhong Lin and said, "The sect is short of manpower right now. All the disciples and elders have been sent to search for the Blood Demon Cult. We really can't spare any manpower, so we are sending you."

As he spoke, Yu Jinglei took out a piece of letter and handed it over.

"The mission is written on this piece of letterhead. If you have any questions after reading it, you can ask."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin reached out to take the letter, read it quickly at a glance, and frowned slightly when he saw one of the names.

"Master, our Jianding Sect is aloof from the world and has remained neutral for thousands of years. Why would we want to get involved in this mess?"

Yu Jinglei took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Who told you that our Jianding Sect was involved?"

"Then Junior Sister Jiang..."

Yu Jinglei waved his hand and said, "I just asked you to escort her back to the capital. Once you get there, return immediately. As for what happens next, don't interfere."

"That being said, Junior Sister Jiang is a disciple of our Jianding Sect after all. Will others really believe it?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to them. I was also tricked by old Sheng Yun back then. I didn't expect it would be such a hot potato. But no matter what, Jian Ding Sect's neutral attitude will not change."

As if he had thought of something, Yu Jinglei showed a bitter smile.

"Disciple understands."

Zhong Lin nodded.

"Go ahead, get ready and go down the mountain. The sooner you do this, the better."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin stood up, bowed, walked out of the hall and returned to Lingyao Peak.

In the past six months, Zhong Lin has not been oblivious to what is happening outside the window. He has been devoted to reading books of sages and has also heard a little about what is happening down the mountain.

Of course, it mainly came from Mei Weixuan, the loudspeaker, who would run to Zhong Lin's ear and chatter whenever he had nothing to do, so even if he didn't want to know, he would have to know.

The Junior Sister Jiang mentioned in the previous conversation is Jiang Yuan, the fourth disciple of Sect Master Yu Jinglei. A gifted female disciple, at the age of nineteen, she has reached the Fourth Rank Divine Power Realm and could at any moment cultivate inner energy and become a top-third-rank warrior. She also has another identity: the Third Princess of Dachen.

This is not the most important thing. The important thing is that the current emperor of Dachen is seriously ill, and the princes are fighting for power and all want to become the new emperor.

If it were in the previous life, as a princess, she would naturally have nothing to do with the new emperor, but who can blame this world for being one where martial arts are respected?
Jiang Yuan is gifted and has extraordinary qualifications. Although he is still young, he is already a fourth-grade divine power realm warrior, and he may step into the third-grade realm at any time. Therefore, he is deeply loved by the royal family of Dachen, especially the strongest old monster in the royal family.

A talented female disciple, beloved by the old monster of the royal family, and a disciple of the leader of Jianding Sect.

With the blessing of three identities, Jiang Yuan's existence has seriously threatened the status of the princes. After all, no matter who she supports, the balance will undoubtedly tilt towards that side.

If Jiang Yuan continued to stay in Jianding Sect, it would be fine, but no one expected that she would return to the capital at this most critical moment. This is something that people have to think about.

Returning to the Purple Bamboo Forest on Lingyao Peak, Zhong Lin told Shitou that he would be away for a while and began to pack up.

During the past six months, Shitou has completely adapted to the life in Jianding Sect. Apart from going to the school every day, he also follows the sect disciples to practice martial arts and strengthen his body.

There is no need to worry about his safety in the Jianding Sect. No thief in the world dares to cause trouble in the Jianding Sect. Moreover, as the younger brother of a fourth-grade alchemist, there are countless people who want to coax him. He lives the most comfortable life in this sect.

Zhong Lin didn't have much with him, just a blood-patterned steel sword, a precious bow, a white jade python whip, and two sets of clothes, and then he headed straight down the mountain.

In a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a large group of people and horses were standing in the jungle. The jungle was silent, and there was no noise except for the occasional sneeze of a horse.

The entire team was dressed in black uniforms, with shining swords slung around their waists. In the middle of the team was a gorgeously decorated carriage. Occasionally, a wisp of fragrance would waft out of the carriage, intoxicating people.

There were about two hundred people in the entire convoy. The guards around the horses were all muscular and had strong blood. They were obviously people who had practiced martial arts for many years and had extraordinary martial arts skills.

At the front of the convoy stood a man with a rough face and a burly build. He was about thirty years old, with a small mustache above his mouth and eyes as sharp as a hawk. The dense forest around him seemed to light up.

The man's palms had broad bones, but there was not a single callus on them. It was obvious that his martial arts skills were extraordinary, and he had already shed the old skin and reached a higher level.

The man was holding the big knife at his waist and standing motionless in the dense forest. The guards around him were also silent. This made the surroundings more solemn and murderous, and the birds in the air stopped singing.

But the next moment, the man suddenly grabbed the big knife at his waist and stared sharply at the right front, as if a powerful enemy appeared there.

"alert."

Wow!
A series of sounds of long swords being unsheathed rang out, and the dark forest was illuminated by the sword light, making it even more eerie.

"Who is coming?"

The man slowly drew out the big knife from his waist with a solemn expression. As a martial arts master, he could feel that the martial arts skills of the person coming were beyond his imagination, and an unprecedented pressure came upon him.

The footsteps sounded steady, yet had a unique charm, as they seemed to be a melody, each step was steady, the timing was neither too much nor too little, and the control was just right.

This is definitely a master, a top master who has achieved incredible control over his entire body.

"Jian Ding Sect, Zhong Lin."

The voice was neutral and passed through the jungle to everyone's ears. Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear it clearly, as if it was being spoken in person in their ear.

You know, plants and trees can echo and also attenuate sounds. If an ordinary person speaks in a normal voice in the jungle, it is likely that his voice will not be heard far away. However, Zhong Lin's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear. This move alone was a show of power.

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer, and a handsome man came forward with a long sword in his hand and a precious bow at his waist.

(End of this chapter)