Chapter Sixteen: The Plum Blossom's Fragrance Comes from Bitter Cold

  "What I'm worried about is exactly this." Yu Yun's eyes were deep and profound: "If the Tianwai Building can quickly grow up, then it will be able to protect these female disciples from being bullied and let them all have a satisfactory home, but now...it can only do its best!"

  Kong was taken aback and let out a deep sigh, then said: "This matter with Li Jianyun, Second Master will definitely not let it go easily. Does Big Master have any thoughts on this?"

  "Lao Er has always been hot-tempered and protective of his own; this time he will inevitably take action against Zizhuyuan." Wu Yun said calmly: "But he also knows the temperament of Ninth Brother, so he himself will only get angry for a moment, but won't take action personally. The ones who will really take action are probably Lao Er's disciples."

  "No matter who wins or loses, this time is always a sharpening experience! For the disciples of both sides, it's a kind of growth." Wu Yunliang said lightly: "As long as it's not excessive, there's no need to intervene. If we can discover some talents in this event, it's not a bad thing either."

  The two fell silent at the same time. At the same time, they raised their heads and looked at the thirty-nine names on the wall and a question mark. A thousand people's great sect, the two were like sand and gold, as long as there were a few disciples who had caught their eye, they were all here.

  Only these people!

  These people are the hope of Tianwai Building. Whether it is to maintain the status of Tianwai Building, or to impact the Seven Great Sects, or even to rush into the Middle Three Heavens and become a legendary figure in the Lower Three Heavens, it all depends on these people!

  Thirty-nine people plus one question mark, is the elite of the entire Tianwai Building.

  It's rather desolate for such a large sect!

  Kong Xingfeng looked at these names, but what he was thinking about in his heart was another matter: Eldest Senior Brother clearly knew that Li Jianyun had a narrow mind and had affection for Wu Qianqian, yet he still let him accompany Wu Qianqian to deliver the notice. With Wu Qianqian's beauty, it was certain that some disciples would have affectionate thoughts in their hearts, and causing trouble was expected, but Eldest Senior Brother still did this.

  Rather than picking someone from under the Cloud Gathering Peak to go and inform them... The Cloud Gathering Peak and the Locking Cloud Peak each send a disciple to inform, on the surface it seems like they're showing great importance, and also giving Second Master Brother a lot of face. But in reality... it's actually secretly intensifying the conflict between the younger generation...

  Master brother... is it intentional? Is this Lock Cloud Peak's move against Second Master Brother? Kong Xingfeng looked at Wu Yunliang's back, thinking slowly in his heart, such things can't be said out loud...

  I wish you success!

  Kong Xiangfeng silently said in his heart.

  A soft whooshing sound arose, and a faintly colored light shadow quickly flew in from outside the window. A small bird with a pale white body landed on the table, tilting its head and gazing at the two people with round, black eyes.

  Colorless Eagle!

  Two people's eyes lit up at the same time. Kong Xiangfeng looked at this eagle and asked with a smile: "Big Brother, isn't this Iron Cloud..."

  Wu Yun's eyes were deep and solemn as he nodded, taking out a small bundle from the colorless eagle's body. He unwrapped it to reveal a narrow strip of paper inside.

  As he watched, his face turned solemn. After a long while, his eyebrows rose, as if he had made some kind of decision.

  ……

  Chu Yang didn't know any of these things and didn't know that the sect's crisis had reached this point; he was currently cultivating.

  In fact, he only knew that the sect would be destroyed four years later. As for what reason, he didn't know either. His previous life at this time was just an insignificant little disciple, and no one told him, and with his introverted personality, he wouldn't go ask either.

  In three months' time, the Sect's Grand Competition will begin. This grand competition will continue until half a year later. From nearly eight hundred disciples, they will be filtered layer by layer until only ten are left in the end.

  Then these ten people will go through more than three years of hard training and sorting, and four years later, the best one is the big brother!

  But Chu Yang couldn't wait that long. He wanted to establish his position within this half year, enter the place where the seven yin converge, and obtain the first sword tip of the Nine Tribulations Sword.

  To achieve it, he must work twice as hard! Now that he has been reborn, he has no backing whatsoever! Everything will have to be earned through his own sweat and toil!

  With his current martial arts fourth-level skills, even if he has experience, when facing a senior fellow disciple who is more than ten levels higher than him, all his experience is just empty talk.

  Force, indeed, can only work within a certain range; but strategy also has its limitations. A trap dug by a group of children may catch rabbits, but it is impossible to kill tigers!

  Chu Yang is now practicing like crazy.

  A day and a night passed, and there was no news from Li Jianyun's side; it was only heard that when sending Li Jianyun back, Second Master Li Jingsong suddenly became furious and angrily shouted for a while...

  But Chu Yang was under no pressure at all.

  The sky has fallen, but there is still a tall one holding it up. The present Shichen Mountain is that tall one.

  Let him take the blame.

  Among the swaying purple bamboo leaves, Chu Yang's figure stood still like a mountain. His two feet were each stepping on a sharp stone, but his body was not moving at all, maintaining absolute balance in every aspect.

  Swish! Swish! Swish!

  The long sword at his waist came out of its scabbard again and again, only to return to it; this action repeated itself over and over.

  This simple action has been practiced for an entire morning. The ground beneath him is already soaked with sweat!

  Left foot steps forward half a step, toe pointing outward at an angle, right foot remains in place, slightly tilted. Eyes gaze calmly ahead, hand already placed on the hilt of the sword, a faint sound, lifting the hand, raising the arm, twisting the waist, center of gravity rushing forward, a flash of sword light bursts forth, steadily pointing ahead.

  Level with the gaze, without a single tremble.

  The right hand holding the sword, seemingly straight but not quite, apparently still has some remaining strength.

  Then, with a flash of sword light, a soft "swish" sound, it returned to its scabbard.

  Chu Yang's eyes remained fixed and unmoving, his facial expression and gaze revealing nothing about whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this move.

  Then continue repeating.

  The same action, dry and tasteless. Ordinary people would have been bored after dozens of repetitions. But Chu Yang, on this early morning before sunrise, had already repeated it a thousand times!

  His body will no longer sweat! It was just one morning, his arm went from normal to sore, then numb, then regained consciousness, and then became numb again...

  No matter whether it's numbness and pain or breakthrough after extreme limits or normalcy, he always controls the standard of drawing his sword.

  Green steel sword, very ordinary. Black iron scabbard, even more common.

  In the quiet night of the purple bamboo forest, it was stirred up by this ordinary sword, with sword energy surging in all directions!

  The sound of the sword being drawn seemed to be getting lighter and lighter... From the initial clear ring of "Qiang" to the current light rustle of "Shua", it was almost inaudible.

  Chu Yang has been uninterrupted.

  Chu Yang did not notice that, shortly after he began practicing his sword, a tall figure was quietly watching him from the bamboo forest several meters away. Chu Yang practiced for an entire morning, and the figure watched him for an entire morning. The morning dew had already soaked through his clothes, but he seemed to be afraid of startling Chu Yang, so he just stood there silently watching.

  At last, the east is slightly white.

  Chu Yang sheathed his sword for the last time and let out a long sigh. Standing quietly, the chill in the air also slowly dissipated.

  Withdraw the sword intent and killing intent from your heart.

  Practicing swordsmanship requires having a murderous intent in one's heart! Only then can one cultivate the sharpness of their inner sword energy at all times. In this regard, Chu Yang found it effortless. As soon as he thought of Shi Qian Shan and Mo Tian Ji, he would involuntarily emanate a fierce killing aura, without needing to deliberately cultivate it.

  When he opened his eyes again, he found another person in front of him.

  "Master?" Chu Yang called out softly. This person was actually Meng Chaoran, who had already announced his seclusion.

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  There's still one more at noon, and there's still one more in the evening!