Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Hehuan Sect.

Deep within the sect's heartland, in a secluded, secluded meditation chamber.

The old demon Yunlu sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed, his dark demon robe hanging close to his body.

Fifty years.

The long and tedious recuperation period.

The hidden dangers left by the Grand Elder's possession last time have finally been completely eradicated.

A feeling of clarity and comfort flowed through my limbs and bones.

"Damn Linghu Qing."

The low, hoarse curses echoed slowly in the deathly silent meditation room.

In Yunlu's heart, she blamed Linghu Qing for this calamity.

If this person hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable and desperate situation, nor would he have suffered injuries that lasted for decades.

However, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise.

After sensing the power of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

He savored it carefully.

The once vague path of spiritual practice has gradually become clear and distinct.

The shackles of cultivation quietly cracked open.

"Linghu Qing!"

"Wait until I break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

He will personally leave the Hehuan Sect, find Linghu Qing, and wash away all the humiliation of today.

Yunlu slowly got up, left the seclusion, and went to inform the Grand Elder that her injuries had healed.

Just then.

A deep, trembling rumble suddenly resounded, and the entire protective array of the Hehuan Sect shook violently. The dark purple spiritual light flowing on the surface of the array flickered, and subtle, continuous tremors came from the base of the array underground.

A calm and gentle voice rang out from the outside.

"Fellow Daoist Hehuan, come out and fight!"

Before the cold stone door of the seclusion room, Yunlu suddenly stopped, a hint of extreme irritation and bad luck flashing in her eyes.

Linghu Qing?

Why is he here again? What's wrong with him?

Sect.

The heavy mountain gate slowly opened inward.

The Old Demon of Hehuan emerged from the mist, his figure hovering in mid-air, the black mist shrouding the sky.

It is out of sight.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, what is your purpose in trespassing into my Hehuan Sect without cause?"

His face was ashen, and he deliberately suppressed the anger in his heart, not making a move rashly.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator in the demonic path, he knew that Linghu Qing was difficult to deal with and would not act impulsively without thinking.

"The Great Geng Sword Formation!"

Linghu Qing's tone was calm and composed, just like the sword formation that had frozen space.

The moment the words fell, twelve flying swords appeared.

Do not give the other party a chance to escape.

"How dare you!"

The Old Demon of Hehuan did not expect that the other party would not give him a chance to talk and would attack directly.

But he was not afraid of his opponent. He raised his hand, and the dark demonic energy surged and roared, crushing towards Linghu Qing.

The demonic energy blotted out the sky and covered the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.

But the next moment.

Yunlu, observing from the ground, sensed the scene with her divine sense. Her eyes twitched violently, and her heart sank.

Black and white energies slowly rose from Linghu Qing's body.

One yin and one yang.

A mixture of light and shadow.

It coils and intertwines around the outside of the body, forming a dense and stable vortex of spiritual energy.

The surging, violent demonic energy crashed into the black and white vortex, and was instantly dissolved like ice and snow meeting fire, without even causing a ripple.

"What?!"

Hehuan was greatly alarmed, and a sense of horror rushed up her spine to the top of her head.

The extent to which this person has become stronger is simply outrageous.

In past encounters, Linghu Qing had to rely on the spatial sword formation to maneuver and pull back, using the power of the formation to control himself; his own strength was not overwhelming.

But only thirty years have passed.

The opponent actually suppressed him with just a vortex of condensed spiritual energy, and he couldn't even break through the defense.

And this aura...

"How is that possible?"

"You've broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage?"

Yunlu burst into tears, her voice filled with disbelief and even a hint of barely perceptible fear.

Back when I was in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, I could only manage a draw. Now that my opponent has broken through to the late stage, am I no longer a match for them?

A mere thirty years.

Can one leap over the mid-stage bottleneck and enter the late-stage Nascent Soul realm in one step?

How could there be such an incredible speed of cultivation in this world?

Old cunning bastard!

This person must have deliberately concealed his cultivation level, pretending to be weak while actually being strong, thus deceiving all the cultivators in Tiannan!

At this moment.

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The distant Taizhen Gate.

The main hall of the sect.

Thirty years in total.

Linghu Qing disappeared without a trace, as if he had vanished into thin air; not a single trace of him could be found anywhere in the land.

Master Zhiyang sat upright on a high jade chair, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and a cold, mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"They're quite composed."

Linghu Qing's talent is too extraordinary, and his cultivation speed is terrifying. If he is allowed to cultivate in seclusion in peace, he will surely grow into a terrifying existence that no one can control within a few hundred years.

"Pass down the order."

He gave the order in a deep voice, his tone carrying the cold and resolute air of someone in a superior position.

"Continue to send people to secretly probe him, don't let him cultivate in peace."

"If we allow him to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage, no one in Tiannan will be able to suppress him."

"When choosing people... we'll still use our undercover agents from the Demonic Path."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The communication token in his arms suddenly became scalding hot, and its surface flickered wildly with spiritual light.

"Zhiyang! You've harmed me again! This is outrageous!"

The old demon of the Hehuan Sect suddenly exploded with a rough and manic voice.

After much effort, he finally managed to find out why Linghu Qing was angry.

His hair stood on end in anger.

Heaven and earth bear witness, he can swear that the demonic path did not issue such an order during this period.

That's called tacit understanding.

Master Zhiyang frowned deeply, his expression full of doubt, and a bad feeling inexplicably arose in his heart.

"What is it? I haven't done anything to your Hehuan Sect recently."

"A treacherous villain!"

"Did you send someone to provoke Linghu Qing and then frame our Demonic Path?"

"Now, that person has come knocking on our door!"

Master Zhiyang was slightly taken aback, then decisively denied it, his tone firm and cold.

"I don't."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Hehuan was furious and cursed loudly, completely losing control of her emotions.

At this moment, black mist swirled above the Hehuan Sect, and spiritual energy vibrated.

Hehuan dodged the ever-compressing black and white spiritual energy around her in a disheveled manner.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, this matter truly has nothing to do with me!"

"This was all a frame-up by Master Zhiyang, who impersonated a demonic spies to test you!"

Linghu Qing remained calm throughout, and the force in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.

The sticks didn't hit him.

You don't know pain.

He felt that the other party had not learned their lesson, so his actions became more aggressive rather than restrained.

On the other end of the message.

Master Zhiyang's expression was strange, and his doubts grew stronger.

No?

When did Hehuan become so cowardly?

So what if Linghu Qing is exposed? Is there any need to be so afraid?

This is truly a disgrace to the great cultivators of Tiannan.

Zhiyang sneered, just about to make a sarcastic remark.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, please stop immediately."

"You have already broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage, and I am no match for you. For the sake of stability in Tiannan, and to prevent the righteous path from reaping the benefits, shall we sit down and talk?"

boom!

A thunderous sound exploded in Master Zhiyang's mind.

Who?

Linghu Qing?

Late Nascent Soul?

His whole body stiffened, his fingertips trembled slightly, and a storm raged in his heart.

"This has nothing to do with me! Don't slander me!"

Master Zhiyang hurriedly distanced himself from the matter and cut off the message he was sending without hesitation.

The pitch-black token fell silent instantly.

"Someone come here!"

His face was ashen, his eyes were gloomy, and he shouted sharply at the outside of the hall.

"All elders of the sect, return to your positions immediately and activate the highest-level protective formation!"

Master Zhiyang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Jealousy, apprehension, and fear swirled in his eyes, his mind a jumble of emotions.

Thirty years.

It's far from what he predicted for a century.

He had already thought about things going fast, but it turned out he still wanted things to go slow.

This talent is truly extraordinary.

Fortunately, the people I sent were all native demon cultivators, and they were all dead.

The other party has no evidence.

However, Zhiyang still gripped the jade chair armrest tightly with worry.

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