At the same time, a shocking roar came from the Canglang Sect.
"These idiots, I asked them to find a way to hold Ling Chuxi back. What are they doing now? They are rushing to give money to others. They even gave away the fine gold and mithril that they have collected so hard over the years. I am so angry.
I'm so angry." Ling Gusong's lips turned white with anger and he tore the letter in his hand into pieces.
"Master, we can't blame them entirely. It was you who ordered us to hold back Ling Chuxi no matter what the cost." Mu Weibei looked at the furious Ling Gusong and reminded him cautiously.
"Ah? Did I say that? What a mouthful!" Ling Gusong thought about it for a moment and gave himself a slap in the face. Why did he say that if he didn't say that more? If he didn't say that more, he would force those old guys to
Hell, they probably don't have the guts to give away the fine gold and mithril they specially ordered to collect.
"Master, actually just give it away. As long as Ling Chuxi dies, the property will not return to its original owner." Mu Weibei said comfortingly.
"Yeah, that's right." Ling Gusong's mood calmed down a little and asked, "Is He Busi back?"
"I just received the letter. He convinced the sect-protecting monster and it is already on its way back. It will arrive in a day at most." Mu Weibei said.
"Okay, okay! We'll take action as soon as he comes back. Ling Chuxi, if you dare to covet Old Man Mo's fine gold and mithril, just spit it out as much as I let you swallow this time!" Ling Gusong sneered,
He said viciously.
As we get further and further away from Canglang Sect, the endless plain reaches its end, and the terrain becomes undulating.
Layers upon layers of emerald green mountains winding around, with gurgling mountain streams among them. Between the thick dark green and the banks of the clear streams, dots of colorful purple and red can be seen dotted there from time to time, and the faint fragrance of flowers floats in the wind.
Seeing this familiar scenery again and smelling the refreshing fragrance, Ling Chuxi felt a special sense of intimacy and a special sense of expectation.
"What are you thinking about?" Huangfu Qingjue asked curiously, looking at Ling Chuxi's slightly intoxicated and a bit longing expression.
"I'm thinking that maybe the vast plains are more suitable for Ling Yichen's martial arts artistic conception of the vast sea and sky, but I still prefer this kind of scenery, with mountains and water..." Ling Chuxi said briskly.
"Yes, I also like this kind of scenery better. Brother Yichen's martial arts conception of vast sea and sky is not something we can understand at all. But here, my cultivation speed seems to be much faster." Yili agreed.
"Yes, that's right. Coming here is just like returning to the sect. When practicing, you feel like you get twice the result with half the effort." Su Xiu'er also said.
"Yes, if I hadn't come to Canglang Sect this time, I wouldn't have realized that different artistic conceptions of martial arts and different environments will have different effects on cultivation." Su Yanhua also said thoughtfully.
They grew up in the Huichun Valley, and then came to the Jindan Sect ruins. The same flowers were blooming all over the wild vegetation, so naturally they could not feel the impact of the environment on the artistic conception of martial arts and their cultivation.
But Ling Chuxi was different. When she just traveled back to the Ling family, she relied on the opportunity to raise Lei Xiao's fighting spirit from scratch to the seventh level of fighting spirit. She was able to master the three flavors.
But the problem is, that's not what she wants to say now...