Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 32 Returning to the Sect

Chapter 32 Returning to the Sect
Inside the carriage, unseen by the others, Song Yan's eyes flickered. He had originally thought that with his cultivation level dropping, controlling his flying sword would be extremely difficult.

Unexpectedly, apart from the fact that I was a little overwhelmed by the consumption of spiritual energy, it was almost the same as before.

I wonder if it's because they're wielding ordinary weapons.

laugh.

The flying sword was drawn, circled in the air, and landed precisely in Xie Xing's scabbard.

"That's all."

"Please help yourself."

The wounded man in black struggled to his feet, clutching the injury on his palm, and walked back into the crowd.

"..."

The black-clad leader's eyes flickered.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, clasped his hands in a salute towards the carriage.

"Thank you for sparing my life, Immortal."

Song Yan did not respond; saying more would only lead to more mistakes, so it was better to keep quiet.

He naturally had no need to fear these ordinary martial artists, but he still needed to be wary of Qin's pursuit and retaliation.

His biggest regret now is that he thought he could walk freely in the mortal world and revealed his real name in front of the Xie family.

"We were blind and did not know that the immortal was here. We have offended you greatly and hope that the immortal will forgive us."

"go!"

Assassins are just people paid for their services. If the opponent is an ordinary martial artist, they can certainly fight back. But since the opponent is clearly a cultivator, the assassin is no longer within their scope of mission.

The group of men in black quickly left, and the dense forest returned to calm.

"Cough cough..."

Xie Xing had just forcefully exerted his internal energy, which caused him some internal injuries. At this moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Thank you, Grandpa Xie Xing!"

Xie Chuan and the other children got off the carriage and surrounded Xie Xing.

Xie Chan took a small medicine box from the carriage at the back, dragged it to Xie Xing's side, and opened it.

"Cough cough..."

Xie Xing did not heal his injuries. Instead, he stumbled and walked with several children to the carriage where Song Yan was, and knelt down with a thud.

"Thank you so much, Immortal, for saving me."

Song Yan urged his spiritual power to slowly lift Xie Xing up, and star-like water-based spiritual energy swirled around his wounds.

Xie Xing felt his injuries gradually subside, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

This is divine intervention!
"It's just repaying a favor from a fellow passenger. If you want to express your gratitude, thank these kids."

"Your injuries have mostly healed. If there's nothing else, you can continue on your way."

Song Yan's cultivation level has dropped, and he is only at the first level of Qi Refining. Some of his more serious internal injuries cannot be completely healed by spiritual power alone.

"Yes, thank you, Immortal Master."

At Song Yan's behest, the children still sat with him, but now they were all silent and dared not utter a sound, for fear of disturbing the "immortal".

"What kind of spiritual root does Xie Chuan have?"

It was Song Yan who spoke first, breaking the silence in the car.

Xie Xing replied from the front: "Replying to Immortal Master, I do not know yet. It is only that a worshipper from another place had a past relationship with the elders of the Xie family and stayed there for a few days. During that time, he mentioned that Xiao Chuan had spiritual roots. I do not know anything else."

Indeed, if the offerings had not been explained, how would mortals know that spiritual roots were differentiated?

"What about the other children? Have they all been seen?"

"No, not at all."

Xie Xing smiled wryly: "However, my Xie family is not a particularly prominent family. Having Xiao Chuan, a talent for cultivation, is already an honor for our family. How could we possibly produce a second one..."

Song Yan remained silent; these were matters of family and clan, and it was none of his business.

……

The carriage was already not far from Fufeng City, and after traveling for about half an hour, it arrived at Fufeng City.

With Xie Xing's help along the way, they passed through customs and entered the city without any hindrance.

Ning'an Inn.

Song Yan leisurely alighted from the carriage.

Looking at the Xie family members sitting in a row, so reserved, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"You let me ride in your carriage, and I shielded you from your enemies. Our fate is now over."

"See you later."

Song Yan waved his hand, preparing to leave.

Once you enter the city, there are many ways to quickly reach the vicinity of the sect.

"Master Immortal!"

Xie Chan seemed to have mustered her courage and called out softly.

"Ok?"

The little girl walked timidly to Song Yan's side: "Sir, you saved me, this is for you."

She pulled the clay figurine out from behind her and handed it to him.

Song Yan did not accept it, but only glanced at Xie Xing.

"Grandpa gave you this clay figurine, don't you want it anymore?"

"It's alright, sir, you saved our lives. Grandpa said that we should repay kindness..." "But sir, you are an immortal... who knows when we'll meet again..."

"This is... my most precious thing, I'm giving it to you."

Xie Xing's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. However, after hearing his granddaughter's words, he finally stammered, "Please...please forgive me, Immortal..."

"What the old man said before, about the unparalleled sword technique hidden in the clay figurine... is true..."

"It's...it's just something the old man made up."

"This clay figurine does have some mechanisms that can be opened. Inside, there is only a calligraphy scroll, and nothing else."

"The cicada is sincere; if the immortal does not blame me, please accept this gift."

Seeing the sincere expressions of the Xie family members, Song Yan nodded and accepted the exquisite clay figurine.

"Alright, then I'll accept this."

Xie Chan hid back in the crowd.

"Xie Chuan, when you reach the immortal mountain and the Daoist sect, cultivate diligently. Who knows, we might meet again someday."

Xie Chuan was flattered and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Master."

In fact, Song Yan regretted saying those words as soon as he finished speaking. If this kid was extremely talented and surpassed him in three to five years, it would be quite awkward if they met in the future.

"Uncle Xie Xing, if there is a chance, let's test the spiritual roots of these children as well."

Those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future.

"Yes Yes."

Song Yan waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd.

Xie Chan stared at the disappearing figure, her young face filled with determination.

……

Dongyuan Sect.

"The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens; it's perfectly normal for disciples to encounter some accidents..."

In the Elders' Council, two elders sat around a chessboard, leisurely playing a game of chess.

Qin Xijun lay on the hammock in the courtyard, playing with the jade seal she had been handling for a long time.

"Xuan Yuan Sect is now intentionally or unintentionally trying to shift the blame onto our sect and Ling Fu Sect, fixating on the matter of a mere outer disciple. It's really strange..."

In addition, Elder Zhang Guangyuan, the Foreign Affairs Elder, and Elder Yang Wenxuan, the Instrument Elder, sat on either side of the chessboard watching the game.

"Ha, I think it's because the Xuan Yuan Sect has been accustomed to lording it over people for a thousand years."

One of the elders playing the game seemed a bit angry; despite not using any spiritual power, he slammed his hand on the chessboard, making a loud banging sound.

"That Shen Yu, I get angry just looking at him, he's such a weirdo."

"Be gentle, this chessboard of mine is made of ordinary jade. If you break it, we're all done playing..."

The elder was heartbroken: "Where has all your cultivation of the mind gone?"

"Ordinary jade? Where did you get that?"

"It was given to me by an ordinary boy many years ago."

The two of them took turns playing, having a great time.

"but……"

Yang Wenxuan suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that outer disciple named Song Yesheng is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining."

The elder playing chess seemed to understand his meaning and paused his move.

"If this kid can really kill Wang Xi single-handedly..."

"How could he still be hanging around the outer sect?"

In fact, in the eyes of the elders, neither Wang Xi, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, nor Song Yan, who was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, were anything more than insects in the world, just insects of varying sizes.

"A prodigy, or..."

"A demonic cultivator possesses a body."

The elder opposite the chessboard owner resigned.

There are only two possibilities.

"Elder Qin!"

"What's all the commotion about?!"

Qin Xijun raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"Uh……"

The eyes of all five elders in the courtyard turned to him at once, and the disciple suddenly felt short of breath.

“Song… Junior Brother Song Yesheng…”

"came back."

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