Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 31: A Sword Cuts the Sky
Not long ago, at Butian Peak, in the cave on the top of the peak.

Different from the hustle and bustle of people and worldly life in Butian Peak, there are only clouds rising and falling at the top of the peak, which is detached from the world, as if it has jumped out of this troubled world.

In front of a cliff, two figures were overlooking the sea of ​​clouds below.

One of them had white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, just like the kind-hearted old immortal commonly seen in human stories.

The other one was middle-aged, and said with a mischievous look on his face:

"Butian, I heard that you are looking for a husband for your daughter recently?"

"Why? Are you interested?" The Butian Peak Master turned sideways and looked at the middle-aged man: "If he were a disciple of yours, he would be a good match for Qian'er."

"Forget it."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I know my disciples, they are all silver-plated spearheads, but they can't stand up to your daughter. It's better to find someone else."

"Forget it then." The Butian Peak Master shook his head. "Anyway, I already have someone I've chosen. This person has practiced diligently for three lifetimes and has a solid foundation of merit and virtue. Not only does he have a 30% chance of achieving a foundation in the future, but after learning Panlong Zhenren's 'Nine Transformations Dragon Art', he'll even possess the power of a true dragon in bed."

"Master Panlong? That's not right."

The middle-aged man counted on his fingers and shook his head, saying, "Panlong Island has disappeared. The opportunity has been taken by someone, but it's not your disciple."

"It will be soon."

The Butian Peak Master said calmly, "I've figured out who stole the opportunity, and have Yuan Chun lead people to deal with it. It won't be long before everything is back on track."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you really won't give me a chance to live." The middle-aged man shook his head after hearing this: "The path to immortality is hard to find, so why be so harsh on some youngsters?"

"We still have to give them some hope occasionally. After all, the Holy Sect also needs fresh blood."

"You don't need to teach me."

The Butian Peak Master sneered, "If that were all, I wouldn't necessarily have taken action, but I've figured out that the person who took away Panlong Zhenren's opportunity is somewhat unusual."

At this point, the Butian Peak Master's tone also became a little more surprised. "This person has only been a disciple for a few years, but not only did he make a fortune in the Death Substitute Yin Puppet incident a few years ago, he also cultivated the Blood Transformation Divine Light, refined the Sword Pill, mastered the sword techniques of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion, and reached the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Oh? So amazing?"

The middle-aged man was surprised after hearing this. He then calculated silently for a moment before sighing, "I never thought that my Holy Sect would produce such a talent."

After saying this, the middle-aged man became obviously interested.

"Come, come, show me the direction and see what kind of bones he has. If the quality is good, perhaps I can refine a top-quality precious pill."

"This is easy, it's right there, huh?"

The master of Butian Peak originally had a smile on his face, but after he pointed out the direction and looked into the distance, his smile gradually faded.

"Boom!"

As the leader of Butian Peak looked down, the huge Butian Peak seemed to be experiencing a dragon turning over, with rocks even rolling down into the sea of ​​clouds in the edge areas.

In a cave in Butian Peak, Liu Xin was crawling on the ground, so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of attracting the attention of the master of Butian Peak.

"It's not for me, it's not for me"

Liu Xin tried hard to talk to himself in his heart, suppressing his guilt and fear.

After all, he was a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, and even a glance from him was enough to kill a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, and his son was hidden inside his Wanling Banner.

Once discovered, there will be no return!

"Don't be afraid, I have the talisman to protect me, he can't count me."

Liu Xin trembled and tightly grasped a talisman he carried with him.

"Yuan Chun pays homage to Master." Lu Yuan Chun coughed up blood and kowtowed to the face in the sky to apologize, but he did not feel the slightest joy of surviving the disaster. Instead, his heart was cold.

The jade pendant that broke through Lu Yang's formation at the last moment contained the spiritual consciousness of the master of Butian Peak. It was the greatest reliance of a foundation-building disciple like him. Because it was not easy to make, once it was used up, it was almost impossible to replenish it. It could be said that it was equivalent to his life.

As a result, now it’s gone.

In addition, this time, not only did he fail to help Junior Brother Zhao regain the opportunity, he even failed to protect him, causing his accidental death. It was a great defeat.

Punished for multiple crimes, there is no hope of becoming an immortal in this life.

"The disciple is incompetent."

Lu Yuanchun didn't dare to say anything, not even to explain. He could only kowtow and wait for his master to kill Lu Yang before deciding his fate.

Zheng——!
At this moment, Lu Yuanchun suddenly heard the sound of a sword. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear and refreshing, making it impossible to ignore it.

At first, the sound was like the gurgling of a clear spring, but as time passed, the water flow became more and more turbulent and violent, and the sound became more and more deafening, until finally it turned into a roaring river, echoing between heaven and earth.

Lu Yuanchun raised his head subconsciously.

Then he saw a figure in the air, standing with his head held high, his back straight, looking at the real person without fear under his gaze.

Under his feet was a surging river of sword energy.

The river water was scarlet, and carried a monstrous evil aura in its turbulence, but it did not spread. Instead, it kept shrinking, flowing back, and finally fell into an exquisite sword ball.

"What does he want to do?"

Lu Yuanchun swallowed his saliva. He had actually guessed it, but he didn't dare to believe it. How could there be such a bold person in the world who didn't know the destiny?
At the same time, the face in the sky seemed to realize something and frowned:
"You want to attack me?"

Lu Yang's expression was indifferent, his sword swallowed up the river of blood, and its sharp edge pointed straight to the sky:

"Please give me some advice, senior."

The face was speechless, as if disdainful to answer.

The next second, Lu Yang saw a black spot suddenly appear above the sky, then rapidly expand and slowly fall towards him with the force of the sky.

It was not until the black spot got closer that Lu Yang could barely see the whole picture. It was actually a finger that fell from an unknown height, and the lines on the skin were clearly visible.

Lu Yang suddenly had an idea, and this was the other party's answer:
How can an ant know how high the sky is?
In an instant, an intense sense of crisis swept over his body, almost freezing Lu Yang's thoughts, as if an ant crawling out of a cave suddenly saw the broad daylight.

"You want to kill me with one finger???"

Lu Yang exhaled deeply, and then the true energy in his body suddenly began to burn violently. The killing curse he obtained in his second life was activated by him with all his strength at this moment.

At this moment, life and death are forgotten.

All that was left in Lu Yang's heart was anger.

In this life, I do not fight or compete, and concentrate on cultivation. However, you calculated the cause and effect, sent people to snatch my opportunity, and when they failed, you even tried to kill me yourself.

What's the cause and effect of the practice? What's the predestined opportunity?

Am I destined to be a beast of burden, and are you destined to be superior?

"kill!"

Lu Yang opened his mouth, and the true energy in his chest turned into a long roar, and the anger in his heart turned into a sword light, which cut straight into the sky without deviation.

A silent collision, like the flickering of a candle. After a brief burst of brilliance, darkness engulfed Lu Yang's sight and his consciousness.

(End of this chapter)