"Click --"
The forbidden stone door moved slowly, and a ray of morning light slanted in, shining on the young man's sharp profile. Chu Xuan stretched his body, his knuckles crackling like beans, and his white robe was slightly inflated by spiritual energy, like a sail just filled with wind.
"I've figured it out. If I keep soaking, I'll sprout." He looked down at the palm of his hand, the ice and fire energy flashed away, and the heat made the air hisse. "The second floor of foundation building... Okay, I didn't let my bean sprout down."
As the words were spoken, a light laugh came from behind: "Bean sprouts? You'll come up with a nickname." Ling Qingxue approached with her hands behind her back, the Cold Star sword hanging on her side, and her icy eyes swept up and down, slightly brightened. "The breath is steady, the golden core has taken shape, not bad."
Chu Xuan grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth: "That must, Master has been guarding all night. How dare I be lazy?" Saying this, he suddenly raised his hand, his fingertip touching his brow, and a pale golden light emerged, like a mischievous firefly floating in front of the woman, "Here's a freshly baked little thing for you."
Ling Qingxue caught it with her fingertip, and the light turned into a tiny rune, vanishing into her mind in a flash. In the next moment, the scene before her eyes changed - through Chu Xuan's perspective, she could clearly see her standing with her hands behind her back, even the morning dew on her eyelashes.
"This is..." The woman was slightly stunned.
"Dao Qi shared vision, fresh function." Chu Xuan laughed so hard that his teeth sparkled. "In the future, when you fight, you'll know my weight and weight with your eyes closed, so you won't have to worry."
Ling Qingxue's ears were slightly red, but she had a stern face: "Who's worried about you? I'm just afraid you'll ruin the Qingyun Sect's reputation."
"Hard on the outside but soft on the inside, I understand." The boy winked and was struck by the girl's ice finger, but laughed even more brightly.
...
Two of them walked out of the forbidden area side by side, just as they were about to step onto the main peak stone steps, suddenly a noise came from ahead --
"Have you heard? Chu Xuan has been in seclusion for a month. He's probably pretending to be dead for fear of getting beaten up!"
"The conservatives are telling him to show off today, even Senior Brother Zhao is here!"
"TSK TSK, a man who doesn't even have a foundation, how dare he speak of his son?"
At the end of the stone steps, a group of disciples in green robes formed a half-moon, and in the center stood a tall and strong young man holding a red copper stick, the stick was surrounded by flames, and the three layers of spiritual pressure of the foundation were not concealed at all, like a peacock spreading its tail, afraid that others would not know how powerful he was.
Chu Xuan cleaned his ears and turned his head to ask Ling Qingxue, "Master, then who?" Why does he look like a Turkey spirit?"
The woman gave a casual glance: "Zhao Tianlei's cousin, Zhao Lie, the third level of the foundation, the new 'facade' of the conservatives."
"Storefront? I think it's the front teeth." Chu Xuan grinned, revealing his white teeth, "just to try out the new function."
As Zhao Lie spoke, he saw the two of them, the red copper stick "thump" on the ground, sparks flying: "Oh, our 'Daozi' finally comes out? I've heard that you rose to power through women, and today I'll weigh you up!"
The disciples around laughed and looked at each other differently, some gloating and some secretly worried. Chu Xuan, however, seemed not to have heard. He took two leisurely steps forward and raised his hand to greet: "Brother Zhao, good morning. Have you eaten?"
Zhao Lie was taken aback, apparently not expecting him to be so "polite", and instinctively replied, "Eat, eat..."
"That's good." Chu Xuan laughed with a harmless look on his face, "so that he wouldn't spit it out later and waste food."
Zhao Lie's face turned pale in an instant, the red copper rod shook, and the flames flared up: "Sharp teeth! If you have the guts, go up and fight. If you lose, get out of the inner gate!"
"Come on stage?" Chu Xuan tilted his head as if in thought, and in the next moment, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
Zhao Lie's pupils constricted abruptly, and he felt a flash before his eyes, and the young man's laughing voice rang in his ears --
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome. It's fine here."
"Bang!"
A straight punch, tinged with ice and fire, hit Zhao Lie right in the nose. The spirit power of the flame protective body was like a piece of paper, instantly disbanding, and Zhao Lie was thrown back three feet, crashing heavily onto the stone steps, and the red copper rod was thrown out of his hand, "clang" and rolled far away.
The disciples around fell silent all of a sudden, like ducks strangled by the neck. Chu Xuan shook his wrist and laughed nonchalantly: "Oh dear, why did Senior Brother Zhao fall down? Get up quickly, the ground is cold."
Zhao Lie roared, leaped up, his nose was purple and blood was flowing, but he didn't have time to wipe it. He made a sign with his hands, and the red copper rod soared into the air, transforming into a fiery python, baring its teeth and claws, and pounced. The heat was surging, and the edges of the stone steps were instantly charred black.
Chu Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids. With a flip of his palm, the ice and fire spirit power condensed into a long sword, the blade interlaced with gold and blue, like a burning ice. He pointed his toes and, like a swallow, charged towards the fiery python --
"Cut!" "
The blade light was like snow, and the fiery python was cut in two from head to tail, turning into a sky full of sparks and vanishing with a rustling sound. Zhao Lie was counterattacked, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his face turned pale instantly.
Chu Xuan landed, and the long sword turned into light and dissipated. He reached out his hand to Zhao Lie, laughing with sharp teeth and a sharp tongue: "Senior Brother Zhao, please give way."
Zhao Lie was both ashamed and angry, but could no longer muster the will to fight. He could only angrily slap his hand away and flee in a sorry state. It was only then that the disciples around came to their senses and rose up in an uproar --
"One, one move? !"
"Three levels of foundation Building, being snapped? !"
"Isn't Chu Xuan just building the second floor of the foundation? !"
Chu Xuan clapped his hands, as if dusting off the dust, and turned to raise an eyebrow at Ling Qingxue: "Master, am I doing okay?"
The woman stood with her hands behind her back, smiling in her icy eyes: "Just passable, don't be proud."
"What about the reward?"
"Go back to the cave and cook spirit noodles for you."
"I'll add two fried eggs!"
"... Shut up."
The two walked side by side, their backs dashing, leaving a ground full of shock and whispers. No one noticed, on the distant mountain top, a figure in grey slipped away quietly, passing notes into flashes of light, flying towards the horizon --
"The target has 150 combat power, already at the top level of the inner sect. The plan has changed."
The wind blew, swirling sparks all over the ground, like a silent declaration --
The new monster of the Inner Gate of Qingyun has been launched.
The spirit faces are fragrant, the two fried eggs are golden, and Chu Xuan is eating with a snoring sound, like a happy little pig. Ling Qingxue Zhiyi sat opposite him, watching him sweep away the clouds, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her icy eyes that she herself didn't notice.
"Master, you don't eat?" Chu Xuan looked up, with scallions sticking to the corners of his mouth.
"I'm fasting." The woman paused for a moment, then raised her hand to wipe off the scallions for him. "Slow down, no one will snatch."
The young man laughed his teeth out of his eyes: "The master cooked it by hand, it must be cleared!"
Before the words were finished, a respectful voice came from outside the cave: "Elder Ling, the assembly order of the sect's training ground, all the inner disciples go immediately, ready to set off for Kunlun."
Chu Xuan put down his chopsticks, his eyes shining: "Finally, it's time to set off!"
Ling Qingxue nodded, her ice sleeves fluttered, her Cold star sword was drawn, and the sword's light enveloped both of them as they rushed towards the training ground.
...
The training ground was crowded with people. The conservative disciples looked at Chu Xuan with a complex and wary gaze; The reformists waved their hands enthusiastically and shouted, "Brother Chu, you are mighty." Zhao Lie, with a bruised face, hid behind people, his eyes evasive, no longer as arrogant as before.
On the high platform, Li Guanhai stood with his hands behind his back, his voice rolling through the entire venue: "Set off today, to the secret realm of Kunlun! All disciples follow the instructions and do not leave without permission. Anyone who violates the rules will be expelled from the sect!"
He glanced over Chu Xuan, nodded slightly, and sent a voice into his ears: "Four Days of Condensation, you did it, don't let this sect master down."
Chu Xuan bowed his hands, laughing his teeth shining: "Master, look good, I'll go and strike the Kunlun bell into a drum!"
Li Guanhai was amused, shook his head and laughed, waving his big sleeve: "Let's go!"
...
The Blue Cloud battleship soared into the air, its hundred-foot hull engraved with flowing cloud patterns, and its sharp cannons stood out. The inner disciples boarded the ship one by one. Chu Xuan and Ling Qingxue stood side by side, their robes fluttering. The bow of the ship broke through the clouds and headed for the distance.
At the edge of the deck, Chu Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the main peak of Qingyun, which was moving further and further away, and said softly, "Mother, Er Gou, Da Niu... When I finish ringing the bell, I'll go home and treat you to sugar-coated haws."
"Miss home?" Ling Qingxue glanced sideways.
"A little." The young man grinned, but there was a sparkle in his eyes. "But further away, there are bigger sugar-coated haws."
The woman chuckled, her icy eyes reflecting the dawn, like the first wisp of rosy light rising from the snowfield: "Then go, pick your big sugar-coated haws."
The battleship breaks through the clouds, and the morning light shines brightly. The bell rang out for the tenth time in the distance. --
Thump!
Kunlun, here we are.