Chapter 116

Yunxiao City was an isolated city near water and backed by mountains, a stark contrast to the Beidi Sect’s city, which was connected in all directions with convenient transportation.

Fortunately, the journey was lined with towering ancient trees and wild flowers, offering pleasant scenery.

Tao Xian remained silent throughout the journey, while Lin Du lay lazily on the spirit boat’s deck, catching up on sleep using the knowledge penetration method.

The six people on the boat fell into an unusual silence.

Ju Yuan and Fengyi sat one behind the other, looking like worried parents. They couldn’t help but frown at the person holding a book, covering their face but not their body. They wanted to find a blanket to cover them, but then they remembered she had ice spirit roots, so she probably wasn’t susceptible to the cold.

As they neared their destination, Xia Wugang wanted to call out, but Lin Du had already sat up straight. She removed the Heart Sutra from her face and turned to look at the Feixing Sect’s mountain gate. It was daytime, amidst clouds and green mountains, with traces of spiritual power left by countless flying magic weapons.

The group landed beneath the mountain gate. Before the guarding disciple could speak, one of them blurted out, “There are so many people.”

The Supreme Sect had probably never seen so many people in their lives.

The guard disciples couldn’t help but scoff at how someone who had never seen the world could say such a thing, but when Xun Sheng looked over, he was stunned by the face.

The speaker was dressed in expensive fabrics, with a noble face that looked like he had never seen the world. He had a strange heavy iron folding fan hanging from his waist and was standing in the middle of the group.

There were also immortal figures on the front, back, left, and right. Though their clothes were not ostentatious, the materials and hangings were of extraordinary quality.

Lin Du turned to look at Tao Xian, “How many people are there in your Feixing sect? No matter how many good young people there are in the cultivation world, they can’t do this.”

Tao Xian looked at her as if she had never been injured. His back was straight, and he was wearing a clean set of Feixing Sect disciple uniforms, with the seven stars of the Big Dipper densely woven with silver threads.

He thought for a moment, “Common servant disciples and outer sect disciples are recruited every year. I don’t know how many there are, but the entire sect has at least ten thousand people?”

Even Ju Yuan exclaimed this time, “So many? You are not afraid of insufficient resources.”

Feng Yi said with his hands behind his back, “Ordinary disciples can’t spend much resources.”

Any Supreme Sect disciple could raise dozens of direct disciples with the resources they threw away.

Lin Du vaguely felt that some of them felt like eating minced meat, so she quickly changed the subject, “Let’s go, business is important.”

“May I ask, Uncle Tao Xian, who are these people?”

“The way of the Supreme Sect. Gentlemen.” Tao Xian spoke concisely and concisely. He didn’t want to stay here for too long. His heart was tortured day and night, but as he approached the end, he felt a little timid.

The guard hurriedly bowed and saluted, “It turns out they are the Taoist priests of the Supreme Sect.”

To ordinary monks, the Supreme Sect was like a mountain, existing in official historical records. No matter which one it was, it would always leave a mark in this world, the next glorious name.

When Tao Xian arrived at the bottom of the peak, he did not immediately go straight to the colorful golden palace above. He said, “Taoist Master, you go ahead. I want to… go back to the residence of the brothers.”

Lin Du looked at him. At a glance, she could see that the man’s yin energy was already very strong, but there was no resentment at all.

Just such a cold glance, and the intersection of Tao Xian’s eyes, even Mo Lin could read the sense of desperation in it.

Lin Du nodded, “Go ahead, we’ll be waiting for you above.”

Tao Xian looked away, but for no reason he felt that there was more support behind him.

Throughout his life, his reliance should have been on the top, but now he fell on outsiders.

In the past, he would not have thought that the three words Supreme Sect not only meant the gods who saved people from evil spirits for ordinary people, but also meant the final helping hand for him, a disciple of the sect.

The Supreme Sect’s group landed on the top of the mountain.

A young man wearing the uniform of a direct disciple was waiting outside. He was not surprised to see a few people, “Master had expected that distinguished guests would come today, so he asked me to wait here to receive you.”

Five people entered the golden palace, and the disciple She served tea to people one by one. When they arrived at Lindu, she suddenly coughed violently, and the tea she picked up was swept to the ground by the violent shaking of her body.

The man calmly used his spiritual power to support it, then stretched out his hand to hold it in place. Lin Du covered her lips and glanced down.

The base of the palm is smooth and intact.

Lin Du’s cough revealed a mocking smile.

The young man’s thin figure was wrapped in black satin. When he coughed, the shoulder blades on his back were stretched with hanging fabric, making him look even more rugged and weak.

The disciple looked at Lin Du with worry in his eyes, “Little Taoist Master, are you okay?

” Due to the persecution, his heart and lungs were damaged, and he often coughed up blood, which actually stained your master’s golden palace.”

Lin Du reached out to take the handkerchief that Xia Wugui came over, wiped away the bright red that leaked between his pale fingers, and raised his face. He smiled sheepishly at the man.

The disciple’s face also showed a bit of hatred and resentment, “It’s all caused by evil ways. Now the outer sect is in a mess by those aristocratic families, which also gives evil spirits like that a chance to fish in troubled waters.”

Lin Du picked up the tea and turned his head to look. Glancing at Feng Yi, their eyes met, and then they picked up the tea cups at the same time.

This young disciple’s temperament… is actually Yin Zhong’s disciple.

Lin Du thought deeper. She always felt that Yin Zhong had left a way out.

So among a group of disciples, there is such a flawless disciple. If I remember correctly, he should be ranked seventh.

Yin Zhong represents the grassroots monks who have no background. Even though the inner disciples of the sect are ordinary civilian disciples from the outer sect.

Only this seventh child was recruited by Yin Zhong in the last Zhongzhou election, which he personally arranged for the leader to take over. He was able to steal food from those aristocratic elders.

Lin Du lowered her eyes. This person’s cultivation level was on par with her own, and he had not even formed a pill yet.

Why is this guy who came out of the Zhongzhou election and is in his thirties? Why hasn’t he reached the Tengyun realm yet? Even those registered disciples have already reached the Tengyun realm.

This is really strange.

The boy suddenly raised his head and shouted in one direction, “Master.”

Lin Du then raised her head and looked over. Elder Yin Zhong, who was rumored to have lost his cultivation, actually had white hair and was wearing green and black clothes. The elder’s uniform is embroidered with countless stars, his steps are steady and his expression is calm.

She keenly felt something was wrong. After looking at it for a while, she finally saw something unusual.

The cold and hard expression on Yin Zhong’s face, showing the vicissitudes of the world without sadness or happiness, was 50% like her evil master.

The smile on Lin Du’s face became colder, and he unconsciously held the Fusheng fan on his waist.

This face is really annoying.

Leaving this person for another quarter of an hour would make her sleepless and uneasy, and her appetite for lunch would be lost.