nyslfriends Chapter 1741 Farce, Hesitation!
Chapter 1741 Farce, Hesitation!
The evening clouds are dyeing the sky!
The last rays of the setting sun, like blood, splashed across the White Cloud Gate's protective array, reflecting countless rays of light and making half the sky appear somewhat hazy.
Inside the quiet room, on the cloud bed...
Cheng Buzheng closed his eyes slightly, his aura almost imperceptible, as if he had merged with the surrounding clouds.
However, his heart was not calm at this moment.
"The sword's heart is stained with dust..."
Given Wei Laoguai's current state, it's likely he can no longer continue on the path of sword cultivation.
He thought to himself, his voice as soft as a sigh, carrying a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.
Outside the White Cloud Sect's protective formation, he had already seen through this seemingly tense farce perfectly.
Wei Zhenjun of the Ancient Sword Sect did not truly intend to settle old scores with the other party, nor was he deliberately trying to provoke him into making a move to test his strength, as Cheng Changqing speculated.
He could easily see through Old Monster Wei's thoughts.
It's just using this as an excuse to make a fuss and go with the flow.
Earlier, when Wei Zhenjun of the Ancient Sword Sect glanced at a certain spot in the void, he did not find nothing.
On the contrary, Wei Laoguai discovered several Nascent Soul cultivators who had been hiding in the void and had arrived early.
That's why...
He then went along with the other party's act and played along.
For an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, such scheming and planning might be considered quite ordinary.
However, the sword cultivator lineage has always revered the sword heart, emphasizing unwavering focus and single-mindedness.
If the heart of a sword is clouded by dust, tainted by calculation and weighing of options, then the great path is obscured, and the path of the sword is dimmed.
In the future, his cultivation will stagnate or even regress.
This is by no means alarmist.
Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng couldn't help but sigh slightly.
The path of sword cultivation is inherently defying the heavens; it would be a real pity if it were further hindered by worldly distractions.
He slowly rose from the cloud bed, his plain white robes fluttering in the wind.
As he raised his head, his gaze became deep and penetrating, piercing through the dome of the quiet room, as if trying to see through the void and glimpse the trajectory of fate.
"Very well!" he muttered to himself, his voice low but carrying an undeniable resolve.
"Since you have come uninvited and are determined to test me, then so be it!"
The words fell,
Cheng Buzheng's figure suddenly became illusory, like a wisp of smoke or a drop of water merging into the sea. In an instant, it vanished without a trace in the quiet room.
……
"boom!"
Almost simultaneously, the protective array outside Baiyun Gate, inscribed with countless runes, trembled slightly before returning to calm.
Outside the formation, in the void, a tall and slender figure suddenly appeared.
"Fellow Daoists, since you've both come to visit me today..."
"Would you do me the honor of stopping here?"
A peaceful yet supremely majestic voice drifted over, as if descending from the heavens or whispering in one's ear.
The two felt a chill run down their spines and looked in the direction of the sound...
At the edge of the White Cloud Sect's protective array, a figure dressed in pristine white appeared out of nowhere.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, his face handsome and his aura restrained, as if he were one with heaven and earth, yet a vast, star-like pressure was faintly revealed.
"It's Old Monster Cheng!" Wei Zhenjun's pupils contracted slightly, his heart filled with shock.
The other person's aura seemed even more unfathomable than when they last met.
Cheng Buzheng ignored their surprise and doubt, and simply raised his hand and pressed it lightly into the void.
"Om-"
An indescribable, immense power suddenly spread out, like an invisible giant hand gripping the throat of the void.
The fierce sword intent that Wei Zhenjun had been surging around him vanished instantly as if it had hit an invisible, thick wall, without even causing a ripple.
The sinister, poisonous aura emanating from the triangular-eyed old man quickly receded, like ice and snow meeting the sun, daring not to release even a trace.
The two felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon them, as if they were carrying an ancient divine mountain on their backs, making it difficult to even breathe.
The circulation of true energy within the body was severely suppressed, let alone taking the initiative to attack.
This sudden turn of events instantly dissolved the tense atmosphere.
Wei Zhenjun and the triangular-eyed old man exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock and horror in each other's eyes.
"Such a powerful aura!"
Could it be... that Cheng Buzheng has truly broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage?! A storm of shock surged within the triangular-eyed old man's heart.
"Moreover, this level of combat power far surpasses that of ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators!"
Wei Zhenjun was also greatly shaken.
He diligently cultivated the way of the sword, believing that his sword essence was refined and his sword intent sharp, and that he might not be without the power to fight even against a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
But under that oppressive force, his proud sword intent couldn't even put up a fight, and his very thought of drawing his sword was instantly crushed!
This filled him with an overwhelming sense of humiliation and...
Unwilling!
"Could it be that the swordsmanship of my Ancient Sword Sect is truly unable to reproduce the supreme power of ancient sword cultivators?"
A flash of madness appeared in Wei Zhenjun's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Similar thoughts arose in the minds of the two Nascent Soul cultivators.
Just as they were both deeply shaken...
Cheng Changqing also sensed that the tense atmosphere had completely dissipated, and belatedly realized that the Ancestor had arrived. His tense mood immediately eased.
At the same time, he also sensed the unfathomable realm of his ancestor.
Then Cheng Changqing quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully:
"This disciple has failed in his duties and disturbed the peace of the Ancestor. I beg the Ancestor to punish me."
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand, his gaze softening slightly:
"It's alright, this has nothing to do with you."
"Go and wait a moment; I will handle things here."
"Yes, the disciple obeys."
Cheng Changqing felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly took his leave.
After all, the newcomer was a Nascent Soul cultivator, far beyond what a Golden Core cultivator like him could handle.
therefore.
Cheng Changqing, who had long wanted to get away, readily agreed.
Then, after bowing to the other two Nascent Soul stage monsters, he turned around and transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the protective formation of the White Cloud Sect.
At this moment, Wei Zhenjun and the triangular-eyed old man also suppressed the many distracting thoughts that had arisen in their minds, and clasped their hands in a fist salute to Cheng Buzheng, saying:
"Greetings, Brother Cheng!"
Wei Zhenjun's expression was solemn, but a fierce fighting spirit involuntarily flashed deep in his eyes.
But it quickly disappeared.
Clearly, his sword intent had been suppressed by Cheng Buzheng's overwhelming power, leaving him without even the courage to draw his sword, which caused a surge of extreme resentment within him.
He even wanted to have a showdown with Cheng Buzheng.
But when he thought about the power the other side was displaying and how he was completely unable to resist, his fighting spirit dissipated.
See this scene.
At first, Cheng Buzheng was somewhat comforted, but as the fighting spirit in Wei Zhenjun's eyes dissipated, a hint of regret appeared in his gaze as he looked at the other party.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Ye Han, who had pursued the way of the sword, a pursuit that determined who was superior and who was destined to die.
'If Ye Han had been able to defeat the young patriarch of the Sword Bone Spirit Fish Clan back then, he would probably have broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm by now!'
Even reaching the late Nascent Soul stage is not impossible.
If it were him, he would surely have the courage to wield his sword...
this moment.
Cheng Buzheng's thoughts seemed to drift back to those days.
suddenly.
A fawning voice pulled Cheng Buzheng back to reality.
"Brother Cheng, please don't be offended. I don't want to make a move in front of your mountain gate."
It was all Brother Wei's doing that he had to intervene..."
The old man with triangular eyes wore a fawning smile and said ingratiatingly.
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng waved his hand, giving the two of them a meaningful look, and said:
"I must thank you two fellow Daoists for giving me face, how could I dare to blame you?"
The elderly man with triangular eyes smiled somewhat awkwardly and said:
"That's only right, that's only right."
Just as the triangular-eyed old man was about to say something more...
Cheng Buzheng neither confirmed nor denied, only offering a faint smile:
That would be best!
"By the way, since you two fellow Daoists have come at the same time, you surely didn't come specifically to catch up with me, did you?"
Hear the words.
The triangular-eyed old man's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a dry laugh:
"Brother Cheng is too kind. We have only come to pay our respects to you because we have long admired your demeanor."
By the way... I heard that Brother Cheng recently slew three great demon lords, ridding the cultivation world of our six kingdoms of a great scourge, so I came here specifically to offer my congratulations.”
"Oh? Three Demon Lords?" Cheng Buzheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the two.
"How did you two learn of this news?"
Upon hearing this, a terrifying pressure from someone at the late Nascent Soul stage swept out.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.
The triangular-eyed old man, who looked as if he were carrying a giant mountain on his back, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead and quickly explained:
"This...it's...it's been all over the place. We only heard about it secondhand. We heard that Brother Cheng's divine power is unparalleled, and we were filled with admiration for him, so..."
Just as the triangular-eyed old man was about to say something more...
suddenly.
Standing in mid-air, Cheng Buzheng's gaze fell on a spot in the void that Wei Zhenjun had glanced at out of the corner of his eye not long ago, and he said loudly:
"Fellow Daoists, you are guests from afar."
"I've already come out to greet you, fellow Daoists, surely you won't refuse me this courtesy?"
While talking.
Cheng Buzheng gazed at the empty void with a smile on his face.
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhenjun's eyes flashed with understanding. He abruptly turned his head to look at the surrounding void and said sternly:
"What a bunch of hiding mice!"
"Now that we're here, why hide?"
As soon as he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the distant void, and figures emerged one after another.
A moment later, six Nascent Soul stage monsters appeared out of thin air. Together with Wei Zhenjun and the triangular-eyed old man, there were exactly eight of them, encompassing all the top forces in the cultivation world of the six kingdoms.
These old monsters all kept their auras restrained, their eyes gleaming, clearly also intimidated by the strength Cheng Buzheng had just displayed.
At this moment, they were on high alert.
See this scene.
The old man with triangular eyes was even more embarrassed.
He also realized that Elder Cheng of the White Cloud Sect had discovered what they were planning.
Only Wei Zhenjun of the Ancient Sword Sect appeared outwardly normal, but a nameless fire surged within him.
Although he had previously sensed that a Nascent Soul cultivator was hiding in that void, and had even prepared to test Cheng Buzheng,
But he really didn't expect that the void concealed all the Nascent Soul cultivators from the six kingdoms' cultivation worlds, except for him.
Obviously.
The other Nascent Soul stage monsters completely excluded him and even used him as a test.
Thinking of this, how could Wei Zhenjun not be angry?
But when he thought about the embarrassing situation he was in, the nameless anger in his heart suddenly subsided.
He stared coldly at the six Nascent Soul cultivators who had just manifested.
At this moment, the leader was an elderly man in a brocade robe with a refined appearance. He coughed lightly, stepped forward, and tried to ease the atmosphere:
"Hehe, Brother Wei is joking. How could we be rats?"
We had heard of Brother Cheng's divine prowess and were filled with admiration, so we thought we should come together to congratulate him on his breakthrough.
"Indeed!" another Nascent Soul stage monster chimed in.
"We were just about to hold a Daoist conference within the six kingdoms when we heard about your feat of single-handedly slaying the three Demon Lords, so we came to pay you a visit without delay."
"···"
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared in the eyes of Wei Zhenjun of the Ancient Sword Sect.
Do you think you can get away with this so easily?
dream!
He then spoke directly:
"is it?
A philosophical debate among the six nations?
"Then why didn't I receive a notification!"
"Or is it that my Ancient Sword Sect is not within the six kingdoms!"
Or are you trying to deceive Brother Cheng?
When he said the last sentence, his tone suddenly became much stronger.
This is clearly a pointed remark.
This statement came out.
This immediately made the atmosphere, which had just eased somewhat, heavy again.
Before the other five or six old monsters could refute, the triangular-eyed old man hurriedly said:
"Brother Wei, please don't be angry."
Didn't I also receive a notification?
Clearly, the other fellow Daoists were about to inform us, but upon hearing of Brother Cheng's deeds, they interrupted the Daoist discussion!
So, Fellow Daoist Wei, don't overthink it.
The other fellow Daoists certainly had no other intentions.
The old man with triangular eyes seemed to be explaining, but he was actually implying that he was petty...
The cultivators present all noticed this.
Upon hearing this, the other Nascent Soul stage monsters echoed his sentiments:
"good!
That's the truth, Fellow Daoist Wei, you mustn't...
"Fellow Daoist Yuan is truly understanding..."
"···"
Wei Zhenjun of the Ancient Sword Sect was not good with words, and he couldn't out-argue the other party even with six or seven mouths. So he immediately waved his sleeve and said:
"Don't think I don't know what you're all up to."
the other side.
Seeing that this farce was about to end, Cheng Buzheng's lips curled into a half-smile.
"Now that all of you fellow Daoists have arrived, please come inside and discuss this further."
Although Baiyun Sect is simple, it is more than enough to entertain all of you fellow Daoists.
As he spoke, a towering gate, thousands of feet high, slowly appeared in the void behind him. Auspicious clouds swirled around the gate, and thousands of auspicious wisps of energy emanated from it. This was the location of the White Cloud Sect's mountain gate.
The enormous light screen that had been suspended above the mountain-protecting array had now transformed into a long rainbow bridge, leading directly to the mountain gate.
However, faced with this sudden "warm invitation," the Nascent Soul stage monsters couldn't help but hesitate.
Inside the White Cloud Sect's mountain gate, it was as if one had entered a formation controlled by someone else.
In the past, no matter how good the relationship was, it would never have been possible to easily set foot in the sects of other Nascent Soul sects.
Moreover, the White Cloud Sect's protective formation is a fourth-order formation.
A powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage is guarding it...
It would be more than enough to bury these Nascent Soul cultivators.
...(End of this chapter)