After the cannon fodder sect accepted me as a disciple, all members ascended

Chapter 80 Sword Tomb
"Ah? Then little junior sister, we have to be careful." After hearing this, Yu Jiaojiao moved closer to Si Nian's position.

Ming Chen comforted him, "It's nothing. Before I came here, I sent a message to Elder Ge and Master to inform them of our itinerary."

"It's just that Elder Ge has something to deal with now. Once he has dealt with it, he will come to Lianxu Sect to pay a visit."

"Besides, since Xie Wusheng invited us, he certainly won't do anything openly to harm us."

When Si Nian heard this, he secretly twitched his lips.

According to this, the original Xie Wusheng would not have been careless and let the soul of Xie Wushuang take advantage of him, right?
Lu Zhiming stood at the back, saying nothing.

He just frowned and looked at the sword at his waist, and occasionally reached out to touch it.

"Third senior brother, what are you thinking about?" Si Nian saw Lu Zhiming frowning and thinking about something, so he asked.

"Nothing, it's just... ever since we entered the Lianxu Sect, my sword has been restless for some reason."

"Really? Why can't I feel anything on my wooden sword?" Si Nian subconsciously touched the sword at his waist.

"Junior Sister, although you use a sword, you are not a serious sword practitioner. If your wooden sword reacts, it would be really weird."

Just as Si Nian was about to say something else, he saw Xie Wusheng walking out of the hall.

Until he came in front of a few people, he nodded to Si Nian and said, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"The back mountain. The spirit stones are usually nourished by spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in our sect is strongest in the back mountain."

Xie Wusheng paused here, as if recalling something terrible, and shrank his neck.

He said with hatred: "If you hadn't indirectly helped me break through, I wouldn't have gone to the back mountain!"

Ming Chen saw Xie Wusheng's resistance to the back mountain, and bowed to him, saying:

"Of course, I also want to thank you for taking care of my junior sister. However, we are new here, so is there anything we should be aware of?"

Xie Wusheng took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and looked like he had accepted his fate.

"Speaking of paying attention...you guys better follow me closely, but...don't get lost."

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The moment the group of six stepped into the back mountain, they felt a gust of cold wind.

The spiritual energy was as thick as fog, and visibility was less than six feet.

In this thick fog, you can vaguely see translucent ghosts floating around, and from time to time you can hear faint whispers that send chills down your spine.

"No wonder you look like you've lost money when you mention this place. This mountain behind you... couldn't it be a converted cemetery..."

Si Nian followed Xie Wusheng closely, like a quail.

If the relationship between the two wasn't so bad, Si Nian would have wanted to stick her entire body to Xie Wusheng.

"Be careful with what you say and do!" Lu Zhiming, who was next to Si Nian, heard Si Nian's last words.

Immediately he pulled her sleeve from below.

Then he looked around and bowed with his hands towards all directions, not knowing who he was bowing to.

Then he leaned close to Si Nian's ear and whispered tremblingly, "Keep your voice down! It's obvious from the looks of it! Didn't Wei Yi just say that the Lianxu Sect even has a special Soul Palace?!"

"This... this might be a ghost... a ghost..."

Without waiting for Wei Yi to finish his trembling voice, Yu Jiaojiao deliberately lowered her voice and slipped behind Lu Zhiming.

He said sinisterly, "Is it just like... this?"

At the same time, Yu Jiaojiao slapped Lu Zhiming's shoulder hard.

He was so frightened that he shouted "Ghost!"

He exerted force with his hands and grabbed Si Nian beside him.

Si Nian was already nervous, and being grabbed by him made her hair stand on end.

"Where is the ghost? Where is it?!"

She tried desperately to hide behind the person next to her, but the person next to her was Lu Zhiming, who was even more timid than her.

Neither of them could hide from the other, so they just stood there holding hands, screaming and jumping up and down!

Like two screaming chickens grabbed by the neck.

Mingchen was startled by the two men, and when he came to his senses he let out a long sigh.

Grabbing one person's collar with one hand, he said, "Alright, Jiaojiao lied to you."

After hearing these words, Si Nian's screams suddenly stopped.

But she still felt her heart pounding. She looked down and saw that she was still tightly holding Lu Zhiming's hand. However, both of their hands were cold, and she knew without even looking that they were frightened.

"Jiaojiao, you are also a senior sister after all, how can you scare them like this?"

Mingchen adopted the attitude of the eldest senior brother, frowned and scolded.

Yu Jiaojiao stuck out her tongue and said, "It's just a joke. Junior sister is timid, but Zhiming, why are you so afraid of ghosts too?"

"I'm not afraid!" Lu Zhiming's face was pale, but he still straightened his body symbolically.

"I...I call this respect. I respect them!"

"Okay, okay, I've never seen you respect Elder Zhao so much before when I was in the sect."

Yu Jiaojiao murmured softly, then pretended to be a senior sister and comforted her:
"It's okay, just follow Wusheng closely. After all, this is their sect's territory. Even if there are ghosts, they will definitely not embarrass their own disciples."

"Look at you two, even with you two yelling like that, Wusheng remains calm!"

Si Nian calmed himself down and when he heard what Yu Jiaojiao said, he looked in the direction of Xie Wusheng.

Xie Wusheng said nothing.

But his face was pale, his eyes were dull, his lips were tightly pursed, and his hands were clenched into fists!

have to.

How can you remain calm?
It was obvious that he was so scared that he lost his voice.

After a moment, Xie Wusheng finally came back to his senses. Noticing Si Nian's teasing gaze, he coughed twice to hide his fear.

"Um...it's okay. This is how it is in our back mountain. Just follow me closely and don't get startled."

I was almost scared to death and started practicing again...

Of course, Xie Wusheng did not say the latter part of this sentence.

After seeing that everyone had calmed down, he continued to move forward.

Just to relieve the tension, Si Nian tried to find a topic to talk about while walking:
"Is everyone in your sect like this?"

"Not really...it's just that the back mountain is rich in spiritual energy, so there are soul halls and sword tombs."

After hearing this, Wei Yi said, "Sword Tomb? I've never heard of your sect spending so much money on a Sword Tomb."

For example, the previous leader of the Wuji Sect who cultivated swordsmen was not able to set up a sword tomb, because cultivating a sword was too energy-consuming.

It will continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the mountain. Unless it is located in an entire spiritual mine, the spiritual power on a normal mountain will not be enough for it to absorb.

But I have never heard that the Lianxu Sect is located on a spiritual mine, so how could it be able to afford a sword tomb?

"Because of the Soul Palace." Xie Wusheng said concisely.

But the people present immediately understood the meaning of his words.

The Soul Palace enshrines countless powerful ghosts, and if these ghosts are not suppressed by powerful and sharp objects, they will easily riot.

The sword tomb is set up here, on the one hand, because it can be nourished by the spiritual power generated by the endless stream of ghosts.

On the other hand, the sharp sword energy will also have a certain deterrent effect on ghosts.

When Lu Zhiming heard this, his heart, which had originally calmed down, began to beat violently again.

He also wanted to get closer to Xie Wusheng, but they were both grown men, so he was really embarrassed and could only secretly grab Si Nian's sleeve.

"Then...then this shadow in the fog is really..."

Lu Zhiming saw Xie Wusheng nodded at him with a heavy face, and swallowed the rest of his words back into his stomach.

The hand holding Si Nian's sleeve tightened.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Lu Zhiming felt that the further he walked, the more violently the sword at his waist shook.

Is he afraid of his own sword?!

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiming reached out and touched his sword, patting it to comfort it.

As soon as he put his hand on it, the sword seemed to be suddenly summoned by something!
Uncontrollably, it flew towards somewhere with a whoosh.

Lu Zhiming subconsciously gripped the sword tightly, and before he could say a word, he was instantly carried forward!

One hand still tightly grasped Si Nian's sleeve.

Then I heard Si Nian scream "Help!"

The two of them disappeared in a thick fog in an instant.

(End of this chapter)