The road is vague

Chapter 42 Justice Council

Wang Wenhai looked at Chen Rong angrily.

"Did you prepare in advance?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Rong became furious.

"Uncle Wang, if you have any doubts, you can just ask someone from the Law Enforcement Hall to investigate. The rules of the Alchemy Hall haven't changed in all these years. As long as you get a recommendation from a lecturer or the hall master, you will receive training. Do I need to prepare in advance?"

Chen Rong is usually gentle, but this time she was obviously a little angry.

As an alchemist in the Chen family, although her realm and seniority are not as high as the other party, she is not afraid at all.

"If you're talking about the prize of that hundred-year-old Red Essence Ganoderma, that was a last-minute promise from you, Uncle Master. How could I have known about it in advance? Or do you think that Aunt Chen would team up with Li Mo to defraud you for that hundred-year-old Red Essence Ganoderma?"

Although Wang Haiwen was angry, he had to admit that what Chen Rong said made sense.

He had accidentally obtained that hundred-year-old red essence ganoderma yesterday. He had intended to give it to Tao Ran directly after he finished the assessment, but when he learned that Li Mo was also taking the assessment today, he thought of gaining some fame in this way and letting his disciple show off, but he didn't expect to end up making things worse.

But he still found it hard to believe that this would be Li Mo's first success in opening the furnace.

"master."

Tao Ran looked sad.

"This time, I have indeed lost. I have failed to live up to your expectations and caused you to lose a hundred-year-old elixir. I am guilty."

Tao Ran knelt down and asked for punishment.

Seeing this, Wang Wenhai felt distressed and helped him up in small steps.

He liked this registered disciple from the bottom of his heart and had already decided to make him his successor. Not only because his temperament was compatible with his, but also because they both had the body of a sacred tree.

He had been waiting in Lingmu Gate for the appearance of another divine tree body for nearly three hundred years. As the time was almost up, a disciple finally appeared that satisfied him.

"Haha, good disciple, it's just a hundred-year-old red essence ganoderma, I don't care about it!"

After Wang Haiwen finished speaking, he took out the jade box, revealing the Chi Jing Zhi inside, and handed it to Li Mo personally.

Then he turned to Chen Rong and Li Mo and they showed serious expressions.

"I am not someone who goes back on my word. I was just being reckless. I sincerely apologize to you two. I hope you will forgive me and don't take it to heart."

Upon hearing this, Li Mo hurriedly returned the greeting.

At the same time, he couldn't help but look up to the master and disciple.

When Chen Rong saw this, her anger instantly disappeared and she returned the greeting with a look of guilt on her face.

"My tone was a bit harsh just now. I hope Uncle Wang will forgive me. I...ah."

"Haha, Junior-Martial Brother Chen, there's no need to blame yourself. I just like your straightforward temper. Our hall can't be as chaotic as other halls. Alchemists hate to be impatient. As a spiritual plant expert, I'm used to walking in the fields. I don't like those roundabout ways."

Say it.

The red-nosed old boy took Tao Ran away.

Chen Rong turned and looked at Li Mo.

"Uncle Wang has a good character. You can rest assured about that. Over the years, the Alchemy Hall has never participated in the struggle between the two factions. You can come here anytime to exchange experiences with the alchemists here, or work in the spiritual medicine fields to earn contributions to the sect. You can also apply for a private plot of land. The first year is free, and thereafter, a fee is charged annually based on the area..."

Li Mo nodded respectfully.

"Yes!"

"As for this hundred-year-old Red Essence Ganoderma, keep it for now. You can use it as the main ingredient for the Qi Gathering Pill later, or exchange it for spirit stones at the market at the foot of the mountain, or barter with other disciples..."

Chen Rong gave instructions for a long time, and Li Mo nodded, remembering them, feeling touched.

If it weren't for the Lingmu Sect's rule that only Jindan-stage cultivators could accept personal disciples or registered disciples, he would have wanted to become his disciple.

"Alright, take these rewards back and recover from your injuries. The Thunder Refining Technique is your exclusive secret technique, but since it has such significant negative effects, you must be more careful in the future and try to find a solution."

"Yes."

Li Mo collected the alchemy furnace, the recipe for the plague-avoiding pill, the remaining elixirs, and spirit stones.

His consciousness was already damaged by the ethereal thunder tribulation, and now his blood and qi were disordered due to the thunder refining method. It was really adding insult to injury, and he had to recuperate well for a period of time.

Fortunately, this hundred-year-old red essence ganoderma greatly alleviated his spiritual stone worries.

During this period of recuperation, I can also consider how to use this magical medicine.

……

The seven-day year-end assessment of Lingmumen Advanced Study Hall was successfully completed.

After the final examination, the third-year disciples quickly completed their hall assignments and began their subsequent working careers. Only after they were promoted to the foundation-building stage or made significant contributions to the master could they apply for a change of position.

of course.

If you are applying for positions in the Supervisor Hall, Sihai Hall, or Sanye Hall, the requirements are much more relaxed.

The former first-year and second-year disciples have now been promoted to second-year and third-year disciples, and have begun a new disciple career. After the Dragon Boat Festival in May, the new batch of first-year disciples will be sent from various counties and will first be trained in the Enlightenment Hall for three months.

The Flower Festival is here.

All things come back to life, people enjoy the spring sunshine, birds sing and dance, and everything is full of vitality.

The young monks on Qingming Mountain also made appointments to join together, took off their crane cloaks and Taoist robes, put on silk robes and skirts, and went in groups of three or two to take a walk in the sea of ​​flowers at the foot of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery.

Wang Feng, Ye Xuan, Zhu Yidan, Zhao Xiaonan, Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li, and Yang Guang, the eight people stepped out of an open space in the sea of ​​flowers and sat on the ground with smiles on their faces.

Zhu Yidan casually pulled out a piece of dogtail grass and smiled at everyone.

"Who's playing grass fighting?"

Everyone became interested after hearing this.

This is a popular game among children in Muzhou. Both sides hold a dogtail grass and wrestle with each other. The one whose grass breaks is the loser and needs to find a new one to continue the competition.

So everyone got some foxtail grass and started fighting with each other, having a lot of fun.

Li Mo used to be a traveling doctor, who grew up among piles of various medicinal herbs. He had a lot of experience in this area and won the herb-picking competitions one after another.

After playing for a while.

Ma Ling was a little annoyed because she didn't know the key points and was always on the losing side.

"This is a game I played when I was a kid. I don't know how to play it anymore. Who wants to play tossing pots?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng and Niu Li both expressed interest.

Seeing that Li Mo was indifferent and was competing with Zhao Xiaonan in a grass-picking game with great enthusiasm, Ma Ling was immediately filled with jealousy.

"Li Mo, do you want to play?"

"what?"

Li Mo looked helpless when he heard this.

"Okay, add me in."

Zhao Xiaonan, who was happily playing with Li Mo, looked a little disappointed when she saw this. She turned around and saw Zhu Yidan looking at her. She shook her head silently.

Zhu Yidan looked at Ma Ling and sighed helplessly.

The rules of the game of throwing arrows into a pot are also very simple. Place a long pot or jar in the distance, and use arrows or similar branches to throw arrows into the mouth of the pot in turn. The one who enters the pot wins.

After the four of them each found a branch that suited their needs, they began to play the game of tossing pots.

Ma Ling is very talented in this area. She won many times in a row and kept shouting excitedly.

The three boys, Wang Feng, Niu Li and Li Mo, who were defeated by her, were immediately aroused by their desire to win. They were angry and unwilling, and they rushed to ask for an overtime game.

"Well!"

Ma Ling put her hands on her waist and said arrogantly, "Then add some prizes. Whoever loses will be hit on the head. Do you dare?"

"Come on!" "Watch me throw..."

Good times always pass quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon. After packing up their luggage, everyone headed towards the master's gate on the mountain.

As they walked and talked, they unknowingly talked about Jiang Sheng, the first-year disciple who had the best performance in the year-end assessment.

Yang Guang was puzzled and asked, "I always hear people say that he has the so-called Three Yang Body, which is the perfect physique for practicing the Jiang family's True Yang Secret Art. What's going on?"

After everyone looked at each other, Ye Xuan sighed.

"The four great families of Lingmu Clan each have their own strengths. The Jiang family's weapon-refining skills are truly exceptional, thanks to their various secret techniques of fire control and alchemy."

Ye Xuan showed a look of nostalgia.

"I heard from my mother that thirty years ago, with the death of our sect's Grand Nascent Soul Patriarch, the True Man Quanzhi, in Zhongshan, our sect instantly fell into decline. People were in panic, and the situation seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The then head of the Jiang family, in order to revive the sect, decided to devote all his family's wealth and, with the strong support of his sect, planned to refine a replica of the Tongtian Lingbao to intimidate the world."

Speaking of this, Ye Xuan sighed.

"But the process was not smooth. A few years later, the Jiang family's patriarch's cave residence was instantly reduced to ruins, engulfed in flames. A large number of the sect's refiners perished, further exacerbating the sect's plight. Afterwards, someone in the Jiang family spread the news that the patriarch had telepathically communicated before his death that only a refiner with the Three Yang Body could forge that treasure."

According to the "Lingzhao Sword Manual".

Equipment refining can be divided into four levels: magic tools, magic treasures, all-powerful spiritual treasures, and heavenly treasures.

The so-called imitation spiritual treasure should be a treasure between a magic weapon and a celestial spiritual treasure. It seems to be the top treasure in the mountain and sea world today. From Ye Xuan's words, it is not difficult to hear that the so-called True Yang Secret Art of the Jiang family is closely related to that unrefined treasure.

In other words, Jiang Sheng is also a weapon refiner?

"I see."

Although everyone present had no specific idea about this so-called imitation spiritual treasure, they all knew that this Jiang Sheng was a disciple trained by the Jiang family with all their efforts. He had achieved an excellent result of being among the top 64 in this assessment, and his future achievements would surely be limitless.

Yang Guang originally wanted to ask about Ye Yimeng, but finally held back.

"What about your Ye family? What are you good at?"

Li Mo smiled and said, "If it's not convenient to answer, then forget it."

"There's nothing to hide. Our Ye family is the descendant of our sect's founder, Master Lingmu. The reason we've been able to pass down our skills for so many years isn't because we inherited some unique technique, but because of the protection of our sect's sacred tree, Ten Thousand Birds, and the mountain-guarding sacred bird."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

"The Myriad Birds of the Divine Tree are spiritual birds rented out by many outer disciples. The Supervisor's Hall also rents a large number of them every year for private use at the Flying Boat Post Station. The sacred bird guarding the mountain is said to be a rainbow bird. I've never seen what it looks like, but I know it possesses the magical gift of constantly self-reincarnating and increasing its potential. It can transform into any number of birds and mingle among them. It originates from the so-called Dongling area outside of the Middle-earth. I hear there seem to be many demonic beasts there."

"Monster?"

Li Mo couldn't help but think of Piaomiao Demon Pill. Could it be related to the area outside of Middle-earth?
And every time in the ethereal dream, one can hear bursts of beast roars, which is obviously unusual and may be some kind of clue.

Just when a few people were chatting excitedly, Yang Guang suddenly pointed forward.

"The person in front seems to be Zhao Huaxue?"

Hearing this, everyone looked over.

Zhao Huaxue was seen walking alone with her head down. On this happy and beautiful day, she seemed extremely lonely, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

"Zhao Huaxue!"

Ma Ling was a simple-minded person and greeted Zhao Huaxue loudly.

Zhao Huaxue turned her head and looked over. After a slight hesitation, she still walked over, but she was still cold and quiet, but there was a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

She stood in front of several people, like a green lotus admiring its own beauty.

"Hello."

Although Li Mo had seen her many times, this was the first time he heard her speak at close range.

Ma Ling asked in surprise, "Why are you here alone? There are so many people who like you. Don't they want to invite you to celebrate the Flower Festival with them?"

When everyone heard this, they were speechless.

Li Mo, who was standing next to Ma Ling, felt even more embarrassed. His toes were almost digging into the soles of his shoes. This Hu Niu was too direct and simply heartless.

Zhao Huaxue responded frankly: "I didn't agree."

"It would be so lonely to celebrate the Flower Festival alone. Why not join us? It's so much more fun together. We were in the same enlightenment class. Oh, by the way, this is Ye Xuan, Wang Feng's fiancée..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huaxue looked at Ye Xuan.

"Are you from the Ye family?"

Ye Xuan noticed that Zhao Huaxue's tone was not very good, so Wang Feng hurriedly whispered a few words to her.

After Ye Xuan understood the reason, she looked helpless.

"Ye Xunhuan has really been spoiled by his family. Is he blackmailing you?"

Zhao Huaxue said coldly, "He said that if I didn't agree, I would not be able to receive any commissions from the sect in the future, and it would be difficult for me to complete my rotation tasks in the sect."

Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang, who were all independent disciples, became furious after hearing these words.

Especially Li Mo.

He saw with his own eyes that Wang Zhu, who was a simple and happy person who talked about the avenue of boogers, became depressed and irritable under the tremendous mental pressure of being intimidated, embarrassed and punished by Lu Song. He angrily swore an oath and became irreconcilable with the disciples of the aristocratic families from then on. He hated this deeply.

"Just him?"

Ye Xuan rolled her eyes.

"He's just bragging. Routine rotation tasks are fine, and he might be able to get a say in a few halls. But commissioned tasks are temporary assignments from inner disciples and foundation-building elders. For tasks given to second- and third-year disciples, he can't even find anyone to interrupt."

As a disciple of an aristocratic family, Ye Xuan could naturally see who was more capable than the other.

Some things may seem mysterious to outsiders, but those who are involved clearly understand the ins and outs of them.

"The Ye family is huge, with at least two or three hundred disciples in the Qi training stage. Even if the Ye family ancestors showed favoritism, this guy wouldn't be given a chance. I'm still working in the supervisor's office! Every day I go to the mines, look at blueprints, and search for spiritual veins, and I get scolded at every turn. He's just a kid at the third level of Qi training, and he's actually acting like a tyrant in the sect. I... I'm going to complain to his father tomorrow!"

As Ye Xuan spoke, she was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Zhao Huaxue was also stunned when she saw this.

However, she could hear that Ye Xuan was also quite dissatisfied with Ye Xunhuan. Not all of these disciples from aristocratic families were so shameless, so her original hostility dissipated and she nodded silently.

At this time.

Wang Feng suddenly looked thoughtful and said, "There's a guy named Zhao Liang in the third grade. Maybe he can help you."

"Zhao Liang?"

Li Mo naturally remembered this person.

He was defeated by this person in this year-end assessment. From what Wang Feng said, this person is not only strong, but also has a powerful background?
Wang Feng noticed Li Mo's questioning look and explained helplessly.

"Among the scattered disciples, there's an organization called the Justice Society. I heard there's someone above looking after me. They invited me to join before. But what's my current status? I'm the son-in-law of the Ye family. How could I possibly agree? Right, my dear Sister Xuan'er?"

Ye Xuan rolled her eyes. This was no secret to her.

Yang Guang was stunned.

"Then why didn't you invite me?"

"Maybe they think you're not qualified enough to join."

After hearing this, Li Mo seemed to be thinking about something.

Justice Council?
It sounds like the intention is to unite the independent disciples and resist the oppression of the disciples from the aristocratic families. Could the hint made by Qin Yue, the deputy head of Jubao Hall, at that time be related to this?
Has Wang Zhu also joined this so-called Justice Association?
However, as Deputy Hall Master Qin is a Jindan-stage cultivator, she shouldn't waste her energy on this. What use can a few Qi-training-stage disciples be to her?

correct.

The struggle between the disciples of the Lingmu Sect's aristocratic families and the independent disciples seems to have been going on for some time. If the time frame is expanded, it seems to make sense. It is just a convention.

(End of this chapter)