Seeing this, Baochan True Master’s eyelid twitched. Rembering the other person’s temperant, he sensed trouble and hurriedly spoke, "He Ling, wait!"
However, he was still a step too late. A faint sword light was flicked out by He Ling True Master with a snap of his fingers.
Imdiately,
Poof!
The joy that was just visible on Wei Chuan’s face was shattered as his whole body exploded, unable to react in ti.
Gazing at the scattered pieces of flesh on the ground, Baochan True Master trembled with rage, his face darkening as he pointed a stubby finger at He Ling True Master:
"He Ling, killing soone right before my eyes... what do you an by that?!"
Killing a Gu God Sect disciple right in front of him was not just disrespect, it was a blatant slap in the face!
He Ling True Master glanced at him, saying, "Old Toad, you should be grateful that my temper has improved, otherwise, I’d kill you too!"
"Such arrogance!"
Baochan True Master laughed angrily, "You dare to kill even , who do you think you are? It’s been decades since we last sparred, shall we test our skills now?"
"No need."
He Ling True Master slightly raised his eyelids, speaking nonchalantly, "Fighting you brings no interest. But if you stand still and let strike you with a sword first, then I might consider sparring with you."
"Hmph!"
Baochan True Master’s eyelid twitched again, and so of his anger subsided, "Stand still and let you strike with a sword? Do you take for a fool?!"
He Ling True Master’s swordsmanship was superb, its sharpness was sothing even he dreaded to so extent.
Moreover, this guy’s strikes were always ruthless—once he started, blood would always be drawn. He was not easy to provoke.
Wei Chuan, just an Outer Disciple, died and that’s that. It wasn’t anything to him, rely a slight bruise to his pride.
Baochan True Master did not linger, transforming into an escape light and disappearing into the horizon, leaving only a voice echoing in the ears of the few who remained:
"He Ling, I’ll rember this. Next ti, I’ll settle the score with you properly!"
Once Baochan True Master left, those spying from afar fled hurriedly as if pursued by ghosts.
In just a few breaths, all the covetous eyes nearby vanished completely.
With He Ling True Master, a Golden Core Great Cultivator, personally intervening, Xia Mingyang’s Red Dragon Order was out of their reach for sure.
No one dared to covet the possessions of dicine King Mountain, at least they didn’t.
Since they couldn’t get it, they thought it best to leave quickly.
As for Xia Mingyang and Old Mo, both stood respectfully, not saying a word.
Gu Yuan stood quietly nearby, reverent like a piece of wood, seemingly having heard nothing of the conversation between He Ling True Master and Baochan True Master.
Yet inside, his mind was in turmoil!
The information revealed in Baochan True Master’s words was indeed profound.
It turns out Sun Zhong, that kid, was taken as a disciple by a great figure of dicine King Mountain, and he possessed a Five Thunders Body, a Dao Body level constitution!
That kid’s luck was utterly remarkable!
Not only that, the Five Thunders Body was on par with Li Changsheng’s Pure Yang Dao Body. With Sun Zhong’s talent, he’s destined to be valued and likely won’t find it difficult to secure a True Disciple spot.
At this mont, even Gu Yuan felt a tinge of envy.
Because to be accepted into dicine King Mountain, he had to ticulously plan, while Sun Zhong was quietly recognized and taken as a disciple.
He leapfrogged over all Gu Yuan’s previous efforts.
Moreover, He Ling True Master’s descent from the mountain this ti was clearly with the intention to recruit so disciples aside from the Red Dragon Immortal Palace affair.
This was certainly good news for Gu Yuan!
But judging from Baochan True Master’s words, the lineage of He Ling True Master’s sect was clearly in decline, lackluster in talent, and often suppressed by family factions.
This was not good news for him...
"Hmph! Crafty old thing!"
He Ling True Master snorted coldly, ignoring the distant figures, disregarding Baochan True Master’s words completely.
He had offended many; what was Baochan True Master amongst them?
Turning around, He Ling True Master looked at Xia Mingyang, Gu Yuan, and Old Mo, focusing particularly on Gu Yuan.
"Who are you?"
With He Ling True Master’s discernnt, not less than Xia Mingyang, he easily noticed Gu Yuan’s uniqueness.
In fact, he saw even more.
The young man before him had not only strong bones and muscles, far surpassing those of the sa realm, but also a pure aura and complete divine intent, with an underlying sharpness to his wends.
Moreover, deep within his being, there was an exuberant and powerful life force brewing, at the cusp of so transformation, though still lacking sothing.
Interesting, this kid has quite the talent.
He also practiced a swordsmanship, and had perfected it.
He Ling felt a slight astonishnt, giving Gu Yuan a few more glances but neither very surprised nor shocked.
He had cultivated for nearly three hundred years, having seen innurable talented disciples from dicine King Mountain and other young prodigies from the Southern Border Cultivation Realm and naturally wasn’t fazed by a talented youngster.
Let alone, in dicine King Mountain’s inner sect, there was a peerless genius like Li Changsheng with a Pure Yang Dao Body!
Even He Ling True Master himself possessed so kind of Spiritual Body.
He had seen too many gifted geniuses, but the trouble was, none of them were from his own sect!
This was sowhat vexing.
Thinking about this, He Ling True Master felt a bit disheartened.
What Baochan True Master said was not wrong; over the years, due to the dwindling talent pool and other reasons, the sect’s lineage had long failed to produce a Golden Core Great Cultivator.
In contrast, the family factions were filled with talent, first with Li Changsheng’s Pure Yang Dao Body, then Sun Zhong’s Five Thunders Body.
The forr had already achieved upper grade in Pill Formation, with a great prospect of advancing to the Yin Spirit, even to the Dragon Gate Realm, possibly possessing Primordial Spirit potential, with boundless future!
Li Changsheng alone was pressuring the sect’s disciples, leaving them stifled.
As for Sun Zhong, his talent was not inferior to Li Changsheng’s. Once he matured, the sect’s days would be even tougher!
In dicine King Mountain, only those who reached the sacred realm, naly the Golden Core Realm, could beco high-ranking mbers of the sect and have a certain say.
Above Golden Core, it went without saying.
dicine King Mountain, as Qinzhou’s only Great Immortal Sect, naturally held a wealth of resources.
But no matter how abundant, resources are limited!
The more weight your voice carries, the more cultivation resources you can win.
However, with dwindling talent, the strength of the sect’s lineage had clearly begun to wane, and if this continued, within a hundred years, dicine King Mountain might beco the private property of the family factions.
Such things others might tolerate, but He Ling True Master could not!
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