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Chapter 93 Choice and Betrayal

In the world of cultivators, there are always all kinds of things that people are unwilling to accept. In order to make up for the unwillingness in their hearts, everyone will always want to do something, even if that thing is insignificant at all.

Because I don’t have the ability to subvert the entire world, I want to improve the world in a small way.

Deacon Xun returned to school. He thought that if there were fewer cultivators in the world of cultivation who did not know how to respect others, the lives of those gray disciples would be easier in the future, so he wanted to do his best to improve the situation.

Mu Yu also doesn't like the fighting and darkness in the world of cultivation. In this world where strength is respected, people with higher cultivation levels rule those with lower cultivation levels. For treasures, brothers can turn against each other, but for selfish desires, human life does not matter.

In the world of cultivation, the evil of human nature is clearly visible.

But Mu Yu still loves this world. He has people he cares about, and the people he cares about also care about him. Because of the bond, he knows what he wants to pursue.

Mu Yu knew what he lacked, which was time and strength. He had his own talent, but he didn't have time to develop it, and time didn't give him enough strength. Therefore, when Deacon Xun gave him a fortune, he understood,

This is his chance.

Pure spiritual energy rolled in and enveloped Mu Yu's body. Mu Yu sat cross-legged quietly, the spiritual energy in his body already turning, pulling the spiritual energy into his body and surrounding his Dantian. The spiritual energy entered his body and was transformed through his Dantian.

Expanding the meridians in the body for one's own spiritual power is a slow process, but in this spirit gathering array, the speed seems to be increased a hundred times.

Under the guidance of Luochen's mental method, a steady stream of spiritual energy washed through the meridians of his body. He absorbed these spiritual energy over and over again. He even lost track of time. He only knew that these precious spiritual energy might be difficult to encounter again in the future.

One day of practice is equivalent to one month of practice in the past. Anyone would be overjoyed at this terrifying speed of practice.

The world of cultivation is very peaceful at this moment. Each sect has reluctantly chosen to compromise. They have no ability to resist. Master Yuanying covers the sky with his hands. If he doesn't agree, the foundation left by his ancestors will be destroyed. But if he agrees, those foundations will be destroyed.

They will all stay, they just changed their names.

Everyone knows that no matter the Qingsong Alliance or the Jiuhua Alliance, it is impossible for them to place so many disciples in the world of cultivation in the same place. The mountain gates of each sect will not disappear, but will continue to surrender to the two sects.

It will continue to exist, but I am afraid that each sect will appoint a leader through the Qingsong Sect and Jiuhua Sect and manage it in the same way as the Qingsong Sect and Jiuhua Sect.

The so-called Qingsong Alliance and Jiuhua Alliance are just names. Each disciple will actually be in his own sect, but the cultivation methods they accept will be uniformly stipulated by the Qingsong Sect or the Jiuhua Sect.

The Hua sect will also send elders to each sect, in this way gradually changing a sect, cannibalizing a sect, and turning the sect into a subordinate of the Qingsong sect.

After all, reform needs to be gradual, and it is unrealistic to change the current structure of each sect at once.

The world of cultivation seems to be calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent. The Jiuhua sect and the Qingsong sect are secretly intervening in the choices made by the people of each sect. People in the small sects and small sects are already panicked. Whoever chooses will offend the other one, and the sect

Opinions here are not unified, and many sects have even started internal strife over this.

——

Taoist Boyang of the Qiantian Sect sat on the front seat with a livid face. Several elders below were already arguing over which sect to join.

"Of course it is better to choose to join the Qingsong Sect. Taoist Qingsong has surpassed the Jiuhua Master in the past. The strength of the Qingsong Sect is obvious to all. It will also be beneficial to our future development if we join the Qingsong Sect." A red-faced old Taoist insisted on his opinion.

"Senior Brother Boyuan is wrong! Taoist Qingsong's disciple Xiaohu was killed, and the murderer has not been brought to justice. We all know that this matter must be done by Jiuhua Sect, but Taoist Qingsong did not go to Jiuhua Sect to ask for an explanation in person. This Doesn’t it mean that Taoist Qingsong is afraid of Jiuhua Master? In my opinion, joining the Jiuhua Sect is the right choice."

A master in gray clothes sneered. This master looked to be only in her forties, but her charm was still there, but her actual age was already over eighty, and her cultivation was at the first level of the Golden Core.

"Junior Sister Bohua, everyone knows that you had an affair with Taoist Qi Qin of the Jiuhua Sect back then. You are probably saying this because you can't wait to see your old lover, right?" A short, fat old Taoist with a Qiuzhao next to you chuckled. .

"Boping, if you talk nonsense again, I will cut out your tongue!" Master Bohua's eyes widened angrily.

"If you have the ability, come and try it!" Old Taoist Bo Ping said, twirling his beard.

"Have you had enough nonsense? Do you still take me as the head of the family seriously?" Taoist Boyang slapped the table, and the wooden table turned into powder. "The sect is about to die. You don't want to think about how to use the incense of your ancestors." If you continue, you will instead be thinking about how to submit to others, who to submit to, and how will you face your ancestors who are under the Nine Springs in the future?"

Taoist Boxing, who had a goatee and remained silent, smiled and said: "Brother, the leader, you know the current situation better than everyone else. If the inheritance left by our ancestors is so useful, why can't our sect hold its head high in the world of cultivation? Now? Now we can only take advantage of the trend, maybe it can give our sect a glimmer of hope. Not to mention——"

Taoist Boxing suddenly showed a sarcastic look: "It doesn't matter whether we take you as the head in our eyes or not, because the head of this sect may change hands in the future."

"presumptuous!"

Taoist Boyang stood up, and the fifth level of Jindan's cultivation burst out. He looked at Taoist Boxing angrily, and the anger in his heart could no longer be concealed.

Everyone else's expressions changed. Taoist Boxing also stood up. He was forced back a few steps by Taoist Boyang, but he still had a smile on his face: "Brother, no matter how high your cultivation level is, so what? You can only You are just angry at us, how can you face Master Jiuhua? Whoever Master Jiuhua says is in charge of this sect will be in charge!"

"Boxing, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you have been bribed by the Jiuhua Sect?" Boyuan also stood up and scolded.

Boxing glanced lazily at his fellow seniors and said: "Borrowing is out of the question. Thanks to Master Jiuhua, I'm just aware of current affairs. Senior Brother, headmaster, you have been in office for so many years, but our sect has always been You can't even develop, let alone you still have sympathy and good personal relations with the ridiculous Luochen sect. If you are so unwilling to make progress, you are the one who has failed our ancestors!"

Taoist Boxing looked at Taoist Boyang without fear. The elders of the Jiuhua Sect had already approached him and promised that if the Qiantian Sect surrendered to the Jiuhua Sect, they would support him to become the new head of the Qiantian Sect. With the support of the elders of the Jiuhua Sect, what should he fear?

"Brother Boxing is right, but it's a pity that Mr. Bailang from the Qingsong sect also came to see me a few days ago. I know the current affairs as well as you. I'm afraid we will have to be our own masters in the future. This Qiantian sect may not be you." Come and be the leader." The short and fat Taoist Bo Ping said slowly and unhurriedly.

"you!"

Taoist Boyang looked at his two junior brothers. They had turned against each other and began to discuss the ownership of their masters. Taoist Boyang suddenly laughed. He was very sad. Several junior brothers were already quarreling. For decades, he always thought that everyone was working hard for their own sect, but he didn't expect that it was just his wishful thinking. When disaster strikes, everyone will fly away. This sentence is really true!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Taoist Boyang said three good words in a row, and all his aura suddenly dissipated, and he suddenly became so old. After becoming the head of the Qiantian Sect, he has been working hard and did not dare to slack off for a moment. He only hopes to let people The Qiantian Sect got rid of the current predicament earlier. But this year, his disciple Gu Yitian finally made a strong effort and won the third place.

He has seen the future hope of the sect, and the development of the Qiantian Sect is just around the corner, but he does not want to be directly wiped out by the two Nascent Soul Stages. Now his junior brothers have also begun to rebel, and for a while he has become isolated and helpless. A wave of fatigue came over him, and he felt very tired.

"You guys are very good."

Taoist Boyang slowly turned around. His body suddenly became rickety, like a dying old man, which made people feel sad. He did not look at his junior brothers and sisters who were still arguing, and left the hall alone, walking towards the back mountain. , came to the ancestor’s ancestral hall and knelt down in front of the ancestor.

"Master." Gu Yitian also walked in and knelt next to Taoist Boyang. He was not good at words, and he didn't know what to say at this moment.

"Yitian, do you also think Master is useless?"

Taoist Boyang's voice is no longer as cheerful as before, but has become very vicissitudes of life, as if he has aged more than ten years all of a sudden. The burden of the sect has been on him for so many years, and he has persisted, but today it makes him feel chilled. , he couldn't help but ask himself, what on earth has he been insisting on for so many years?

"No, Master, it's because they are ungrateful and bully the Master and destroy the ancestors. I know that people from the Qingsong Sect and the Jiuhua Sect came to you first, but you rejected them, so they let them succeed. No matter what Master does, I will We all believe that Master is right." Gu Yitian said firmly.

Taoist Boyang looked at Gu Yitian with relief. At least he had someone supporting him. Although Gu Yitian was usually stubborn and would not listen to anyone in the sect, he only listened to Taoist Boyang.

That day, Taoist Boyang took a fancy to Gu Yitian among a group of gray disciples and accepted him as his disciple.

Although Gu Yitian has mediocre qualifications, he is diligent and hard-working. A few months ago, he severely defeated the geniuses of other sects, which made everyone look at him with admiration. The proudest thing in Boyang's life is that he accepted Gu Yitian as his disciple. .

"With your qualifications, I'm afraid both the Qingsong Sect and the Jiuhua Sect will take you away. Your future does not lie in the Qiantian Sect, and I don't want to restrict you as a teacher. No matter which sect you join as a teacher, I have no objection. I only hope to be a teacher in the future. When the Heavenly Sect faces a crisis, if you can support me, then I will be satisfied as a teacher."

Taoist Boyang lit three sticks of incense, put them in the incense burner, bowed respectfully, then picked up a fly whisk and brushed away the dust on the spiritual throne.

"Master, I am a disciple of the Qiantian Sect, and I will not join any sect. Wherever the Master is, I will be," Gu Yitian said.

Taoist Boyang smiled: "You don't need to comfort me, I am already old. Following me will only delay you. Your heart is enough. If you don't want to join the Qingsong Sect and Jiuhua Sect, then go down the mountain." Go ahead! Go as far as possible, where they can't find you

.The road of physical cultivation is too difficult. You have to go on it by yourself. If you have the ability, go out of the Moyun Mountains and go to the outside world. The ancient books left by the ancestors once said that the real world is outside the Moyun Mountains. Unfortunately, it is too difficult to get out of the world of cultivation. There are many high-level monsters there. If you have this idea, you must be careful."

Gu Yitian shook his head: "Master, if I don't leave, you don't want..."

Taoist Boyang patted Gu Yitian on the shoulder: "Don't worry! I won't go underground to meet my ancestors so soon. Those wolf-hearted guys deceived me and destroyed my ancestors. If I leave, this ancestral hall will be terrible." I can't keep it anymore. I won't care about the sect's affairs in the future, just let them do whatever they want! As long as I live, I will keep it for one day. I can't keep the foundation left by the ancestor, but I can't let it go. People defile."

Gu Yitian looked at Taoist Boyang, he knew how to take his own path. He kowtowed to Taoist Boyang three times, said no more, turned around and left. He now has no ability to protect his master, protect his own Shimen, he can only change all this by becoming stronger. The path he takes is already difficult and dangerous, but he must go on for a belief in his heart.

Everyone has something in their heart that they want to protect, even the indifferent Gu Yitian.


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