Junior sister, I really need to control you

On the other side of the arena, Li Yinsheng asked Shangguan Ling'er.

"Fellow Daoist Shangguan, these two must be Elder Shen and Elder Jin's disciples, right?"

Shangguan Ling'er nodded.

"It is said that Elder Shen and Elder Jin have always been at odds, so this Dao Examination has probably bestowed many good things upon the two of them, hoping that they can outdo each other's disciples."

"Then who do you think is stronger between these two young friends?" Li Yinsheng asked curiously.

If we only consider cultivation level, Wei Nian and Wu Zhaochen are actually about the same, but in a battle of magic, one cannot only look at cultivation level.

“I have a higher opinion of Nianya,” Shangguan Ling’er said. “Although lightning cultivators don’t seem as powerful as sword cultivators, Nianya is stronger than Wu Zhaochen in another aspect.”

"She is not only Elder Jin's most valued disciple, but also the most outstanding junior in a cultivator family within the lineage, enjoying the resources of both her master and family."

"As for Wu Zhaochen, he is only being nurtured by Elder Shen."

Li Yinsheng nodded and said with emotion, "Then she does have a greater advantage. In the path of cultivation, resources are still very important."

He said this entirely from the heart.

Not only did he use resources to build up his junior sister's cultivation, but the cultivation levels of those two young friends were probably also partly boosted by the resources provided by their masters or families.

If one could attain nearly seventy years of cultivation by the age of twenty solely through meditation and practice, that would truly be considered extraordinary.

Shangguan Ling'er understood this principle, so after Li Yinsheng said those words, she couldn't help but turn her head and stare at him.

Yes, resources are very important. I owe my current level of cultivation to the nurturing I received from my master and family.

Other cultivators similar to me, before they grew up, all had to consume a lot of precious resources in addition to having exceptional talent to stand out from their peers.

So what exactly is wrong with you, you freak?

But Shangguan Ling'er didn't complain about that point; there was another thing she couldn't help but complain about.

"When it comes to the importance of resources, probably no one understands it better than Xiaoyu."

Even if the resources invested in Wei Nian and Wu Zhaochen were doubled, it would still be difficult to compare with Xiao Yu.

Chapter 153 I Want to Take on Disciples

Zhengyang Hall, twenty-six stories.

Several elders sat on their thrones, with a huge light screen displayed in the center, showing the arena in the square outside.

The elder swept his gaze around and shook his head repeatedly.

"Sigh... We can't even get everyone together to discuss important matters normally, but now that Junior Brother Shen and Junior Sister Jin's beloved disciple want to compete, everyone has come without missing a single one."

The entire twenty-sixth floor was filled with people, except for the head of the lineage, whose throne was empty.

The elder flicked his whisk, looking heartbroken.

"Even Junior Sister Yue, who's always engrossed in alchemy, has come! If only you guys were this proactive when it comes to serious matters!"

The elders present looked at each other, and then most of them gave the Grand Elder a rude eye roll.

"Boss, that's not right. Are we the only ones who want to watch the show?"

Elder Yu went even further, saying, "Aren't you here yourself?"

“I… I am the one who presides over the Dao Examination! It is perfectly reasonable for me to be here!” the Grand Elder said.

"Come on! Every time you preside over the exam, you only show your face at the beginning and end. Aren't all the other affairs handled by your eldest disciple?"

Elder Jin nestled in his throne: "You haven't come to see Shaoyang Field in previous years, have you?"

The other elders nodded in agreement, even Elder Yue, who was usually aloof and taciturn, nodded a few times.

The elder was speechless.

"Ahem, let's see the Dao test, let's see the Dao test!" He stroked his beard. "Today, it's that young friend Li's junior sister facing off against Junior Brother Shen's beloved disciple. I wonder what the result will be."

Elder Yu chuckled.

"If that young Chen were to be careless and lose to Li Xiaoyou's junior sister, perhaps this battle between Old Shen and Sister Jin would have to end prematurely."

"I remember Old Shen and Jin Meizi gambled on quite a few good things."

"Hehehe, if I were to lose to that little girl from the Taoist temple, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to show my face for thirty or fifty years, would I?" Elder Jin laughed.

Elder Shen's face darkened: "Nonsense! How could Chen'er lose!"

"It's hard to say. I see that young friend Mu has also cultivated body refinement as a secondary skill, and she's quite proficient at it. Her cloud mist is clearly a quasi-magic weapon as well," Elder Yu shook his head. "Old Shen, if you ask me, your disciple is in danger."

"Body cultivators? What do sword cultivators have to fear from body cultivators?" Elder Shen shook his head, disdainfully. "Talking about quasi-magic weapons is even more laughable. Who doesn't have a quasi-magic weapon?"

Even Elder Jin nodded in agreement this time.

For cultivators at their level, arranging a quasi-magic weapon for their disciples is not a difficult task at all.

Hearing the two say this, Elder Yu chuckled and said nothing more.

One near-magic weapon is nothing, but what if there are more than one?

Li Yinsheng and Mu Xiaoyu stayed at Jinshi Peak for a month. During this time, in addition to cultivating, Mu Xiaoyu also familiarized herself with her quasi-magic weapon.

Therefore, Elder Yu, as the peak master, knew about those three quasi-magic treasures.

Although he didn't think Mu Xiaoyu could win easily, after all, using a quasi-magic weapon wasn't an easy thing.

But at least in his view, it was by no means an easy task for Wu Zhaochen to win.

As the elders chatted, Mu Xiaoyu and Wu Zhaochen stepped onto the arena through the light screen.

The Master was a highly accomplished cultivator who waved his hand and ordered the ceremony to begin.

In the light screen, Mu Xiaoyu still started with the Cloud Rope, and dozens of feet of clouds dispersed.

Elder Shen shook his head: "Such tricks are useless against Chen'er."

Just as he said, Wu Zhaochen, shrouded in mist, made a hand seal, and the sheathed longsword he carried flew up.

The sword flew out of its sheath, its sharp light flickering and churning the clouds and mist in its wake; it was clearly a quasi-magical flying sword.

But what was actually used to ward off the clouds and fog was that empty scabbard.

After the flying sword was unsheathed, the scabbard hovered beside Wu Zhaochen and spun rapidly, dispersing all the approaching clouds and mist.

"Is this flying sword and scabbard a set?" Elder Jin raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed, this sword was forged by Master Xun of my sect. It is called Jieque and is a combination of offense and defense.” Elder Shen stroked his beard, a hint of pride appearing on his usually serious face.

"Its scabbard is made of five-hundred-year-old agarwood, which is perfect for suppressing lightning. It won't be difficult to defend against the mist for a while."

The Grand Elder nodded and said, "That flying sword is undoubtedly a quasi-magic weapon, and judging from the appearance of the scabbard, it can also be considered half a quasi-magic weapon."

"Although it shouldn't be able to hold out for too long, sword cultivators are all about quick battles, so there's no need to hold out for long."

Elder Jin's expression changed slightly: "You treacherous villain, you said you wanted your disciple to have a real showdown, but you actually prepared a magic weapon to counter my Nian'er in advance!"

After saying that, she turned away as if in a huff, facing her own seat so that no one could see her face.

But in reality, she was just trying to hide the corners of her mouth that she couldn't help but curl up.

In this hall, people rarely use their divine sense; they just need to block the view.

Hmph, you spineless swordsman, you think you can just use a tattered scabbard as your trump card? You're doomed to lose!

But just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard Elder Shen utter a loud "Hmm?"

Did this sword-bone master mind-reading magic?

She quickly turned her head to look, only to see Elder Shen's eyes widen slightly as he stared at the scene on the light screen.

After temporarily blocking the fog with his sword sheath, Wu Zhaochen immediately activated his flying sword and slashed straight at Mu Xiaoyu.

But immediately a gleaming white flying sword flew out of Mu Xiaoyu's Qiankun bag and collided with Wu Zhaochen's flying sword.

The two swords clashed, each spinning back and sending several sword energies, each over ten feet long, scattering outwards and leaving deep wounds on the arena.

"Another near-magic weapon?!" Elder Shen was somewhat stunned. "Isn't that girl Mu from a Taoist temple? How come she has two near-magic weapons? Who gave them to her?"

Elder Qin, who had been watching silently, finally spoke, his tone slightly strange: "Who else could have given it to you? That young friend Li, of course."

Elder Shen was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and sighed, "That girl doesn't understand sword techniques, giving her such a good flying sword is a waste!"

With his keen eyesight, he immediately recognized that the pale white flying sword was forged from the bones of a great demon.

These materials are excellent auxiliary materials for forging magical artifacts, but using them to refine a quasi-magical artifact, especially for a young girl who is not a sword cultivator, is a real waste.

Elder Jin was delighted to see this scene, and said with a smile, "That young friend Li is quite fond of his junior sister, as she actually has two quasi-magic treasures."

"Even I only prepared two items for Xiao Nian."

"You're getting two too?" Elder Shen frowned immediately. "What a waste!"

"You're poor! Every single one of you sword cultivators is a penniless wretch!" Elder Jin immediately retorted.

Elder Shen wanted to retaliate, but couldn't think of a way to do so, so he pretended not to hear and looked on as if he was focused on watching Mu Xiaoyu and Wu Zhaochen fight.

After several rounds of clashes, it was clear that neither of the two flying swords could defeat the other.

However, Wu Zhaochen's scabbard was not a true quasi-magic weapon. Even if Mu Xiaoyu used her magic power to use the Dragon Abyss Sword and weakened the power of the Cloud Soaring Rope, the scabbard could not withstand the Cloud Soaring Rope's influence for long.

Therefore, he decisively recalled his flying sword, and his hands successively formed several sword incantations. The flying sword trembled, and the surrounding sword energy gathered and condensed, causing the flying sword to gradually shrink.

In the blink of an eye, the three-foot-long sword transformed into a short dagger less than a foot long, but when it flew out again, its speed was three times that of before, as fast as lightning.

Elder Shen stroked his beard with satisfaction. Although this sword-shrinking technique would slightly reduce the power of the flying sword, it would greatly increase its speed.

A flying sword at the quasi-magic weapon level is not lacking in power, but its speed can determine the outcome in an instant.

Then his hand, which was stroking his beard, paused.

Within the light screen, Mu Xiaoyu formed a sword incantation, and continuous sword light emanated from the flying sword, engulfing the short dagger-like Jiaque sword.

Although Jiaque was fast, he could only dodge a dozen or so of the dozens of sword lights that came rushing in in an instant before being knocked away by the subsequent sword lights.

However, despite the obstruction of the sword, the sword light emanating from the Longyuan sword did not stop for a moment, directly engulfing Wu Zhaochen and causing the already difficult-to-defend scabbard to teeter on the verge of collapse.

Seeing his beloved disciple fall into a disadvantageous position, Elder Shen's eyes lit up.

"This sword technique... is quite well practiced!" He stared at the continuous sword light released by Mu Xiaoyu, his tone quite satisfied.

The other elders were also somewhat surprised.