Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 662: The Eve of the Sword Fight
It was dusk and the sun was setting in the west.

After a long tug of war, the contest between Ximo and Pingyuan Sect finally came to an end.

The white-browed monk's face turned red, and even though he glared at him, he could not force back the eight-armed sword-wielding ghost in front of him.

When the sharp edge was against his neck, he could clearly feel his soul trembling slightly.

Facing the demise of his Dao, he suddenly seemed to lose all his willpower. He lowered his eyes, sighed deeply, clasped his hands together, and whispered, "I… admit defeat."

After these words were spoken, the Soul-Separating Taoist said nothing, simply waved his hand to put away the Blade Ghost, and walked back into the hall with the silver-haired old woman indifferently...

Palace in the clouds.

Ximo Zhenjun's face was gloomy. He shook his head and chanted a Buddhist name.

Bai Jin, grateful for being a fellow cultivator from another continent, stepped forward and said comfortingly, "Master, there's no need to worry too much. With the profound Buddhist heritage of the Western Desert, even if the demonic calamity truly arrives, it won't be a big threat."

Pingyang Zhenjun also said: "Brother Bai's words are true. The magical powers of Buddhism have always been able to restrain evil demons and heretics. Even the outer demons are not immune.

Besides, didn't the Western Desert gain a new Daoist who has reached the level of a Spiritual Transformation a few years ago? With him here to help, the Western Desert should be as solid as a rock, and no trouble will arise."

Seeing him mention Shenxiu, Ximo Zhenjun sighed, nodded slowly and said, "Thank you both for your comfort. I understand."

……

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was the middle of the month.

With the end of the last battle, the originally noisy and turbulent peak of Daoshi Mountain finally became quiet.

Fifteen scents fell, but not one changed its owner...

The expressions of Dudu and others showed that this situation was commonplace.

Come to think of it, if the Twenty-Seven Veins were so easily overthrown by smaller sects, they wouldn't have lasted for a thousand years without any changes...

Under the moonlight, cultivators from the twenty-five sects of Zhongzhou, Beiyuan, Donghai, and Nanjiang stood still, took out their own incense sticks, placed them solemnly in front of the palace door, and then returned to the palace.

This also means that the dispute over burning incense has come to an end. Next, the twenty-seven clans will take turns fighting with swords to determine the ranking.

Only after the sword fighting event is over will they follow the group and come forward one by one to burn incense.

Elder Qin of Qingxu Immortal Mansion stepped on auspicious clouds and looked down. He saw people rising and falling and palaces standing in rows within a radius of 900 miles from the top of Daoshi Mountain.

Some people only seek to compete for the incense, so they leave in a hurry after the incense has finished burning. Some are in high spirits and gather with fellow disciples to discuss and debate who deserves to be the leader among the group of cultivators. Some people gather together at the twenty-seven meridians, hoping to establish some friendships...

There are so many different situations like this, and only those who are preparing to participate in the sword-fighting event have solemn expressions, quietly waiting for the moment when swords roar and bells ring.

Chen Mu sat there, lost in thought.

Now that the incense has been offered, even if they cannot practice on the spot now, they will not be missing when the incense is burned. At most, they will be at the end of the line to burn incense.

However, now that the geniuses of this world have gathered here, and all kinds of magical powers and techniques have been unleashed one after another, who among those who are wholeheartedly seeking the truth and the highest level of enlightenment would not be yearning for it?

The same was true for him. From the moment the incense fell, an idea arose in his mind, that is, he also wanted to participate and compete with the Taoists of Zhongzhou who claimed to have taken away 70% of the luck of the Taiyi Xuanling Realm!
"Have you decided yet?"

Taoist Tianxing looked much older, but his eyes looked as if he was a hundred years younger. He chuckled and asked Chen Mu.

Chen Mu looked up and through the palace door, he could vaguely see that under the moonlight, his inspiration had dispelled much of the night fog.

He murmured, "How can I miss such a grand event?"

"it is good!"

Taoist Tian Xing nodded heavily and whispered, "If I weren't so old, I would definitely go up and fight. You're just the right guy to help me hold on for a few more rounds!"

Chen Mu smiled slightly, nodded and said nothing more.

Not long after, the three people arrived one after another. "I heard that Fellow Daoist Chen is also interested in participating in the sword fight?"

Chen Mu did not hide anything and agreed calmly.

Chu Mu laughed loudly and nodded, "It's as it should be. With Fellow Daoist Chen's strength, even if he can't compare to Brother Cheng, he should be on par with Brother Yang and me."

Due to his Taoism, he has a very direct personality. If he is not close to someone, he can easily offend them. However, once he gets to know them, he can be closer to them than some polite people.

Chen Mu felt the same way and had a good impression of him, so he smiled and said, "Then, in your opinion, what ranking can I achieve?"

Chu Mu naturally wouldn't take this potentially offensive question seriously. After pondering it carefully, he immediately replied, "With Fellow Daoist Chen's strength, he can get at least twelve!"

"Oh?"

Seeing that he was so precise, Chen Mu became interested and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Yangcheng and Dudu were also quite curious and listened attentively.

Chu Mu said calmly and clearly, "Fellow Daoist Chen possesses three Daoist arts, and his thunder arts are exceptional. This alone places him among the top fifteen.

Plus, you might have some hidden cards you haven't revealed yet, so getting twelve shouldn't be a problem."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Chen Mu, as if he wanted to see something.

Although Chen Mu's performance in the battle for incense with Piaomiao Taoist Temple was already exaggerated, he still believed that they still had some hidden cards to reveal...

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he smiled without saying anything.

Yang Cheng's expression straightened up, and he nodded, saying, "If Fellow Daoist Chen really still has a trump card, we should do our best and win as many games as possible."

Dui agreed, "The order of burning incense is related to the strength of one's luck. If Fellow Daoist Chen can burn incense for Beiyuan, he will be able to gain a lot of luck blessings. Although you may not feel any changes at first, you will discover the benefits of a smooth path in the future."

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At the beginning of the Yin hour, the sun had not yet risen, the moonlight had disappeared, the sky was dim and gloomy, and it was so dark that no bright stars could be seen.

In the Kong family hall, there was a middle-aged monk wearing a turban and dressed like a scholar, reading by lamplight at night like an ordinary person.

Under the flickering light, the tiny characters on the scriptures seemed like living things, moving around in this small world, showing that this person was no ordinary person.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard behind him, breaking the silence.

"Ye Rong..."

He looked back and saw an old man in a linen shirt with a big white beard walking slowly towards him.

He immediately stood up, bowed respectfully and asked, "Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"

The old man in hemp clothes waved his hand. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Ye Rong, in this sword fight, can you conquer Longxiang Mountain?"

Longxiang Mountain is the top sect in Central China, while the Tongqiu Kong family is just at the bottom of the middle class.

If someone else heard this question, they would think he was joking.

However, he knew Kong Yerong would not...

Kong Yerong said calmly, "The Taoist of this generation in Longxiang Mountain is not as good as the leader of the previous generation. He is no match for me."

The old man in hemp clothes was certain when he heard this. He cast his eyes towards the still dark sky and sighed, "I hope so. Longxiang Mountain has been bullying our Kong family for a long time. We should respond at this grand event."

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(End of this chapter)