Chapter 276 The Golden Needle Comes to the World 1
Four Symbols Sect.
Above the clouds, Chu Xue held Jiang Xiaoyu with one hand, while the other hand kept sending spiritual power into his body.
"It's okay, I'm okay!" Jiang Xiaoyu stood up straight and saw Yun Manlou beside Chuxue.
We haven't seen each other for a long time. Although Yun Manlou's appearance has not changed much, his temperament seems to be deeper and more reserved.
Yun Manlou was also looking at Jiang Xiaoyu at this time, and he said in a calm tone: "Arrived in Mahayana?"
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded. After the fierce battle just now, although a lot of energy was consumed on his body, the amount of spiritual marrow in the spirit pool increased by several orders of magnitude.
"Are you a Mahayana?" Chuxue put her hand on Jiang Xiaoyu's wrist in surprise, "Really a Mahayana? How is it possible? In the morning, weren't you still in the transformation stage?"
"I...I don't know either."
Of course Jiang Xiaoyu didn't know. There were many things he didn't know. For example, a ninth-level monk at the stage of becoming a god would never reach the Mahayana in his lifetime.
Even if there is a chance to enter Mahayana, the time it takes for a normal breakthrough is usually measured in years.
Yun Manlou remained calm, his lips twitching slightly, "Okay, after all, Chuxue is different from the past. Now, you can barely lag too far behind."
"Dad!" Chuxue pulled Yun Manlou, but Yun Manlou looked noncommittal.
Yun Manlou is not an ordinary person. He has reached the point of mastery in controlling his expressions.
Although he looked as stable as an old dog, in fact, when he sensed that Jiang Xiaoyu had entered the Mahayana, he really wanted to hug Jiang Xiaoyu and kiss him.
This son-in-law is simply more evil than a monster. He has been practicing for only three or four years, but he is as good as others for one or two hundred years.
In fact, according to Yun Manlou's idea, after bringing Jiang Xiaoyu back this time, he directly used the secret method of the Beast Control Sect to directly upgrade his cultivation to Mahayana.
But now it seems that it is completely necessary.
Being able to enter the Mahayana in such a short period of time, he believed that with Jiang Xiaoyu's talent, he would definitely be able to become the world's leader after practicing for at least one more year.
If you're lucky, it's not impossible to practice for a few more decades and ascend directly in the daytime.
In the past ten thousand years in the world of cultivation, there have been many monks who have overcome tribulations, but none of them have truly become immortals.
If Jiang Xiaoyu can really reach that point in the future, the reputation of the Beast Control Sect in the entire cultivation world will reach an unprecedented level.
"Well, when that time comes, we still have to give this kid a title!" Yun Manlou had a profound face, but his heart was filled with turmoil, "But what title should I give him? Jiang Tianshi? No, it's too ordinary!"
"Yu Tianshi? No, this name sounds like a demon cultivator!"
"Master Xiaoyu? No! Not domineering!"
"Forget it, forget it, it's really troublesome to think of a title. Anyway, no matter what I call it in the future, the title must be preceded by the words Yun Manlou's son-in-law. In this way, my life, Yun, will be complete!"
"Dad? Dad!" Awakened from his reverie by Chuxue's voice, Yun Manlou coughed twice and responded calmly, "Yeah."
"Huh?" Only then did Yun Manlou see that the eyes of almost all the monks in front of him had fallen on him, the uninvited guest.
Yun Manlou's eyes first fell on Wen Zhiming, "Master Wen Tian!"
Wen Zhiming was extremely weak. At this time, Lin Zhihuan, who had just woken up from a coma, helped him up.
"Make Sect Leader Yun laugh!" Wen Zhiming's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.
Yun Manlou handed over his hand, "What Yun said before still stands!"
Wen Zhiming looked sideways at the Sixiang Sect, which was full of broken walls and ruins, and said: "I, a member of the Sixiang Sect, have had clear grudges since ancient times. I can neither agree to the kindness of Sect Leader Yun, nor can I appreciate it!"
"Master Wen Tian, why are you doing this?"
Wen Zhiming did not directly answer Yun Manlou's words. He looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and said, "I know that Jiang Xiaoyu has some chance with Sect Master Yun. If Sect Master can help him escape, I, Wen Zhiming, will owe Sect Leader Yun a lot."
A favor.”
"Sect Master!" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted.
Wen Zhiming smiled and shook his head.
Jiang Xiaoyu wanted to persuade him a little more, but when he saw the smile on Wen Zhiming's face, he couldn't say what he was thinking.
This little old man, who is not tall, has a stubbornness that no one can change.
After hearing Wen Zhiming's answer, although Yun Manlou's expression did not change at all, he still felt a little disappointed in his heart.
But when I saw Jiang Xiaoyu beside me, that feeling of loss disappeared instantly.
In time, as long as the Beast Control Sect really cultivates a person who can aspire to be the leader of the Immortal Sect, he will naturally become a member of the orthodox Taoist sect without anyone’s recognition.
Not only that, the reputation of the Beast Control Sect will surpass all the sects in the world of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Yun Manlou cupped his hands in the direction of Lu Haodang, "Master Lu, today I, Yun Manlou, am not here to intervene in your fight. I am here with only one purpose, and that is to take away my
Son-in-law, Jiang Xiaoyu!"
Yun Manlou bit the word son-in-law very hard, and these two words rang in everyone's ears like thunder.
"What, Jiang Xiaoyu is the son-in-law of the master of the Beast Control Sect? Isn't he a direct disciple of Elder Longshan?"
"Impossible, this monster is talking nonsense. He must have seen Jiang Xiaoyu's talent as a monster and wants to take him under his wing!"
"That's not right. Didn't the sect leader just say that the people of the Beast Control Sect should take away Jiang Xiaoyu? The people of the Beast Control Sect killed countless monks of my Four Elephants Sect. How could the sect leader do such a ridiculous thing?"
"Maybe there's something inside."
...
There is endless discussion, but this is just discussion.
Lu Haodang carefully chewed the meaning of Yun Manlou's words, and then he nodded hesitantly, "Okay."
Behind him, Ye Shoucheng whispered: "Sect Master, we must eradicate the root cause. We have to guard against it. That kid was able to go several rounds just under the hands of Lord Trinity. This kind of potential must not be underestimated!"
Lu Haodang turned around and glared at Ye Shoucheng fiercely, and Ye Shoucheng stopped talking angrily.
How could Lu Haodang not know the principle of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots?
However, he could not forget the dark figure who took Jiang Xiaoyu away from Sanyi.
He almost learned most of the secret information about the Four Symbols Sect from the mouth of that mysterious man.
He originally thought that the mysterious man must be an elder from the Four Symbols Sect, but the fact was obviously beyond his expectation.
He thought of a possibility, that is, whether the Beast Control Sect would take action in the dark and help him in a subtle way.
Or maybe, the Beast Control Sect also wants to take a share of the pie?
Thinking of this, Lu Haodang spoke again, "Master Yun, do you have any other requests?" Now the Qinghongxuan monks have also suffered a lot. If the Beast Control Sect really insists on getting a share of the pie, he has no ability to stop it.
"No." Yun Manlou's words made Lu Haodang confused and reassured.
Yun Manlou paused, looked around, and said, "In that case, you don't need to see me off!" With that, he was about to leave with Jiang Xiaoyu.
"Wait..." Jiang Xiaoyu was about to speak when the dharma image above the sky suddenly returned to the appearance of Trinity's physical body.
He is like a god or Buddha who comes into the world and arrives suddenly.
"Donor! The poor monk never said that he could leave!" San San was expressionless, but a ray of light directly locked onto Jiang Xiaoyu.
Although Jiang Xiaoyu's body is not seriously injured now, he still feels a chill all over his body due to being locked by this invisible energy.
Eighty-one golden needles were instantly placed between Jiang Xiaoyu and Sanyi.
The golden needles made a buzzing sound, as if they were about to go berserk at any moment.
Sanyi frowned, these eighty-one golden needles were too familiar.
He couldn't forget the last time he saw it:
"Brother, painter, is this monk, he, he won't show me the stitches on his cassock!"
"Oh, that cassock is not yours!" The man was a little impatient.
"No, no! I don't care. If you don't take his cassock to me, I will...I will chant it in your ear ten million times a day!"
"That's all, it's up to you!"
The painter waved his brush and the monk's cassock was ripped off.