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Chapter 50 Using a Spear is Not Shameful

early morning.

A slightly chilly north wind caressed the rustling, laughing autumn leaves.

The rising sun slowly dispels the darkness.

The warm sunlight filters through the lush trees, casting a soft and beautiful glow on the earth.

Yuqing Square was already packed with a bustling crowd, their bright, cheerful faces smiling at the rising sun, radiating positive energy.

The hundreds of disciples, their eyes burning with passion and their hearts pounding, were momentarily lost in a trance, seemingly entranced by the heavens!
This scene left the Yuqing elders standing at the forefront deeply moved:
"Sigh! In the blink of an eye, it's that time of year again for the sect to go down the mountain for training. We're getting old, getting old. The future of the Jade Purity Sect rests on their shoulders..."

"Hehe, the inner sect will be quiet for another month. We old folks can finally enjoy some peace and quiet!"

"It's cold here, but hot there. The sect disciples' grand competition will be held at the end of the month. That will be the time to show the results of their training. I just hope that this year we can produce a few more outstanding talents!"

Just as everyone was lost in thought, four figures arrived at lightning speed. The leading man wore a purple-gold crown, and beside him was an old man with white hair and a youthful face. Beside the two of them were a kind and benevolent old man and a kind-faced old man.

The Four Great Leaders of Yuqing!

Sect Master Feng Tianjue, Grand Elder Long Yuzhong, Guardian Ling Weiyun, and Duel King Liu Yidao.

Originally, including the elders who guarded the library, there were five giants. However, Wu Zhong was not good-looking and felt ashamed that he was not worthy of being in a prestigious position. He resolutely resigned from worldly affairs and has been in the library for more than half a century!
"Sect Master, Grand Elder, Elder Ling, Elder Liu!" Dozens of elders at the ninth level and above bowed respectfully, while the remaining disciples knelt in reverence.

"Yes, get up, all of you!" Seeing the high spirits of the crowd, Feng Tianjue was quite pleased, while the other three nodded indifferently.

"How has Elder Ling been lately?"

"Come visit me another day, let's get together, a few of us old folks!"

Feng Ling knelt in the crowd, rising with everyone else. He coldly watched the elders who surrounded his clone, showering him with concern. A sneer rose in his heart: "If the major actions of the past half month hadn't been so shocking, would you old fogies be so friendly to me?!"

"It's alright, elders, you're too kind! I'll definitely, definitely... another day!" The clone smiled politely, but inwardly he was unconvinced, thinking to himself, "No way!"

Unexpectedly, his smug smile as he politely declined the elders' invitations made some people with hooked noses furious.

"Hmph! Feel smug, huh! Once Feng Ling dies, it'll be your turn!"

Elder Luo Bin looked resentful. He had received instructions from the Grand Elder that the first step of the plan would be launched in a few days.

"Since its founding, our Jade Purity Sect has been committed to cultivating outstanding Ghost Spirit Masters to benefit all. However, flowers grown in a greenhouse can never be called 'outstanding,' so we hold an annual... training trip down the mountain!"

With a grand and majestic voice, Feng Tianjue, the sect leader of Yuqing Sect, stood on the main peak of Yuqing and spoke directly to the point.

All the disciples listened quietly, their eyes brimming with excitement. Having stayed in the Jade Purity Sect for so long, going out for some experience was certainly a good thing.

"If you don't engage with the world, how can you talk about transcending it? This trip down the mountain is both a training exercise and a relaxation. I, the sect leader, look forward to hearing news of our disciples' chivalrous deeds from all sides. Now... go down the mountain!" Feng Tianjue waved his hand, bold and unrestrained, and without saying anything more, directly ordered them to leave.

"Thank you, Sect Master! We disciples will certainly live up to your expectations!"

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, echoing through the clouds. The disciples were extremely excited. After thanking him in unison, they turned around and sped down Yuqing Mountain.

"Feng Ling, keep it up! I have high hopes for you!" A gentle voice transmission entered Feng Ling's ears. He straightened up after walking a hundred meters and turned back to look at the man with the purple-gold crown.

"Sect Master, don't worry. That kid isn't just going there for training. He's using this opportunity to thoroughly clean house!"

Ling Weiyun's clone secretly transmitted a message to Feng Tianjue, seemingly with a deeper meaning.

"Brother Ling, you're so kind!"

Feng Tianjue was secretly delighted and responded telepathically, but remained outwardly calm.

"Alright! We will now hold the farewell ceremony for the core disciples!" An impatient voice rang out. Feng Tianjue frowned, turned his head and gave the white-haired, youthful-looking old man a cold look, but said nothing more.

"This matter is of great importance, and the charges are insufficient! If we forcibly execute him now, it will be difficult to convince the public." Several thoughts raced through Feng Tianjue's mind, and he secretly noted them down, waiting to settle accounts later!
There weren't many core disciples who came down the mountain this time, only a dozen or so. Even including the elders, there were only about thirty people. Standing in the square, it seemed quite empty.

Among the dozen or so core disciples, two glanced intentionally or unintentionally in the direction Feng Ling had left. One was Leng Ning Shuang, and the other was naturally Qi Cheng.

"Ah, being a core disciple is really great!"

Hearing the solemn voices behind them, the inner disciples who had reached the foot of the mountain couldn't help but turn around and look back with a deep sense of envy, but no jealousy.

"Brothers, I'm taking my leave now!" A disciple with short, neat hair, quite flamboyantly, took out a sword, leaped onto it, and disappeared into the clouds in a flash.

"Damn it, they didn't even wait for us!"

"Come on, let's catch up quickly!"

The inner disciples were very active, each one excitedly summoning their magical treasures and imitating that person, flying away through the air.

A series of strong winds swept by, and the foot of Yuqing Mountain vanished without a trace, leaving only a ground covered with fluttering, withered yellow leaves.

"Haha, we're free..." High in the clouds, countless ribbons fluttered in the wind as the disciples enjoyed the magnificent scenery of the rivers and mountains below. Many of them shouted at the top of their lungs to vent their frustrations.

"Hey, I've been holding this in for a year! Today, I've finally got it!"

One disciple remarked with emotion, and the other disciples smiled knowingly in agreement.

"Hey guys! Look who's that? He's so cool!"

Suddenly, a cross-eyed disciple looked surprised, staring intently in one direction. His sharp words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Shhhhh!"

Hundreds of eyes followed their gaze and saw a cold and aloof man dressed in black, with his black hair half-loose and flowing, standing to their left front.

The man was relaxed and at ease, squatting on his left foot and kneeling on his right, with his left elbow naturally resting on his left knee. Not only was his posture incredibly cool, but he also flew at an astonishing speed, leaving everyone far behind.

"Flying with a spear!?"

A sharp-eyed disciple noticed something, and everyone stared at the man's feet with strange expressions. A fiery red spear was faintly visible in the clouds!
"Pfft! Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! This guy's amazing, he really knows how to have fun!" The sharp-mouthed disciple held his breath and covered his long mouth as he burst into laughter.

"Tsk tsk, look at how skilled he is, he could totally call himself a... ah... master of spear control!" The cross-eyed disciple spoke again, almost falling off his sword, which startled him so much that he quickly regained control.

"Damn it, I thought my sword control was outrageous enough, but I didn't expect there was someone even better than me!" The pig-nose disciple glanced at the curved sword at his feet and cursed in frustration.

……

The disciples burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the sky, their words full of sarcasm: "We all fly on swords, but you son of a bitch, you fly on a spear!"
"A bunch of idiots! They don't even understand the principle that all paths lead to the same destination...!"

With a gust of wind whistling past his ears, Feng Ling stepped disdainfully onto the Fire-Tipped Spear, ignoring the taunts from the group behind him, and maintained his constant speed.

Weapons are ultimately just external objects. There is no essential difference between controlling a spear and controlling a sword. As long as the purpose of flying can be achieved, these are irrelevant.

Feng Ling saw things more clearly than they did. No matter how gorgeous or beautiful the moves were, if they couldn't achieve their intended purpose, they were just like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away!

Ninety people...?

Feng Ling took out a small booklet from his sleeve and sighed inwardly as he looked at the names densely written on it.

The outer sect eliminated nearly a thousand people, almost completely cleaning them out, with at most one or two escaping. But unexpectedly, after eliminating more than fifty intermediate-level evil spirit masters, the inner sect still had ninety left! This shows how deep the infiltration was.

Some time ago, Feng Ling was busy plotting to kill that tenth-level evil spirit master elder. He received some unusual information and casually wrote it down, so he hadn't looked at it in detail before.

"Senior brother, how come that kid is so fast? We'd better catch up quickly, or he'll get away." Among the group flying through the air, a beautiful and charming woman said in a coquettish voice to a handsome man beside her.

"Yes, that's right! No matter what, I'm going to avenge my brother this time!" Upon hearing this, an angry voice followed, filled with intense hatred.

"Don't worry, Second Senior Brother has already lent us his flying magic treasure. No matter how fast that kid is, he can't be faster than the Flying Magic Carpet!" Seeing the two express their concerns, Wang Tao, who had been pretending to be calm and collected, no longer hid and proudly revealed his trump card.

Upon hearing this, Hu Meier and Li Si, who had spoken earlier, immediately brightened up, fell silent, and began to ponder their next move.

With the Flying Magic Carpet in hand, the group was practically invincible; after all, if they couldn't win, they could always run. They didn't believe that Feng Ling's speed could catch up with a level ten Flying Magic Carpet!
"Hmph! Just you wait. Going down the mountain is easy, but you'll never be coming back in this lifetime!"

Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Feng Ling. Wang Tao's face was filled with resentment, but he secretly rejoiced, thinking, "This kid's death day is finally here! Once I've killed him, Junior Sister Yuqing will naturally turn around and throw herself into my arms! At that time, I'll make that brat writhe and beg for mercy under me!"

"Whoosh..." Just as Wang Tao had a wicked thought, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the sky, and the surrounding clouds and mist churned, blocking all vision.

"Ah~..." A chilling scream swept across the sky, and the bright light of a liquid reflected into everyone's eyes in the early morning sun.

"Oh no, an ambush! Stop and be on guard!" A fat disciple's pupils shrank as he shouted a warning in a panic. The others reacted quickly, stopping and gathering together, watching warily at the strange red and white clouds around them.

Besides Wang Tao, there were several other core disciples at the eighth level present, and this fat disciple was one of them.

"Ah~!"

"Ahh~!"

……

Even so, screams of agony still occasionally rang out from among the disciples, and blood splattered, forming beautiful clouds of red mist.

One by one, fine heads tumbled and fell from the heavens...

As for the corpse...

Sorry, not even a crumb was left!

The paranormal channel generally has few readers, and even I, the sage, have felt lost looking at the dismal numbers. But I am very grateful for the long-term support from friends like Mr. Reid, Linnea, Passerby, and Dragon Emperor Soul. Because of you, I have the motivation! By the way, I would like to recommend Mr. Reid's "Yan Pan," which has over two million words. Although I know it may not be of much use to Mr. Reid, it is just to express my gratitude!
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