The Great Master of Wanjian Sect is a veteran Nascent Soul Realm strongman who can exert his Nascent Soul Realm strength even if his spiritual power is phantom.
When the great elder asked a gangster to lead his disciples on a mission, he gave him a jade slip for transmitting messages.
A complete spiritual vein is enough for a little-known sect to rise rapidly within a hundred years. If the news is true, the Grand Elder will immediately send a team of Nascent Soul Realm elders to set up formations around to mine secretly.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain.
"Transmitting spiritual power through the sound transmission jade slip to generate a virtual image is extremely expensive. Even if you are a Nascent Soul Mirror, how long can you last?"
The old beggar pointed the tip of his gun to the ground, and violent energy gathered in the gun. With a bang, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the old beggar took this opportunity to retreat violently.
"You will still have to die until the spiritual shadow disappears. By the time you, the elder of Wanjian Sect, arrive, I will have already left with the innate holy weapon."
"Foolish!"
The Great Elder's spiritual power phantom expanded and turned into a hundred-foot-tall golden giant in a few breaths. This was the form of the Nascent Soul.
The Dharma Sign pointed out gently, and the old beggar felt as if the air around him had solidified.
The air density continued to increase, squeezing the old beggar.
The gangster could clearly hear the cracking sound of bones breaking.
Under the gaze of the gangster, the old beggar was like a piece of paper, his body folded, and in a dozen breaths he was squeezed into a pool of flesh and blood.
"Elder Bai, this matter is of great importance. I have sent Elder Ying to handle it. I believe he will arrive soon. You come back to recover first."
"To be honest, I just met Elder Ying. She went after the Hehuan thieves and may not come back for a while. The innate holy weapon may be born at any time, so I'll wait here just in case."
The gangster didn't know what the great elder was thinking. He just wanted to kick himself out, so that the innate sacred weapon would be in the possession of his wife.
"That's fine." The great elder's spiritual power disappeared with a dark face.
Far away in Wanjian Sect, the great elder contacted Ying Caichan through the sound transmission jade slip.
"Master, my Taoist companion is contacting me."
Ying Caichan was tortured for three hours, but she still had the coolness and arrogance she once had. She knelt on the ground and looked at Meng De with pleading eyes. It's very similar to us when we were children. After being beaten by the teacher with a stick, we cried and begged the teacher not to hit us again.
Only with Meng De's consent did he dare to take out the jade slip.
"What took so long?"
Those who are powerful in the Nascent Soul Realm are those with a stable Taoist heart and a stable mentality. They can tell lies without blushing.
"You were fighting with the Hehuan Sect thieves just now. You are so anxious to contact me. What's the matter?"
After nearly a thousand years of love between husband and wife, the elder never had the thought of doubting Ying Caicheng, and relayed everything he had just heard hidden in Han Fei's sleeve.
"ah!"
The great elder saw Ying Caicheng screaming and asked quickly: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay. I was just a little surprised to hear that an innate holy weapon was about to be born." Ying Caichan defended.
"The only ones who know about this are you and me, Elder Bai. Elder Bai is talented but not very advanced. This sacred weapon is destined to be in your possession. I have already set off from Wanjian Sect. You can go to the place and guard it first." I’ll be there in half a day at most.”
The great elder cut off communication after sending a coordinate.
"Master, you..." Ying Caichan looked ashamed and angry.
After receiving hundreds of slaps, the title 'Master' has been deeply ingrained in her mind and cannot be forgotten.
"Go back quickly and don't make anyone suspicious. I will contact you if there are any tasks in the future. I will call you and remember your identity. Otherwise, will the disciples of Wanjian Sect and your Taoist companion Seeing how you looked just now, I can’t guarantee it.”
Ying Caichan didn't dare to refute, and left as fast as running for his life, as if Meng De was some kind of terrifying existence.
[I can’t tell that you have the potential to be the Minister of the Ministry of Justice]
"In Taixuan Sect, I punish all the disciples who make mistakes, and I also interrogate prisoners.
Most monks' tolerance for pain is exaggerated. If you really want them to succumb, they must be tortured both physically and mentally.
No matter how ruthless a character is, as long as he grasps his weakness, he can only kneel down and beg for mercy. "
If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firmly. Meng De understood this truth when he was in his twenties as a casual cultivator.
If you want to do well, you must be ruthless; if you want to do better, you must do whatever it takes.
The victor is the one who writes history. As long as he is not stupid enough to scold himself, there will not be much bad reputation left behind.
"Let's go, let's join in the fun."
Meng De sensed the location of Ying Caiqun through his menstrual blood, and was about to follow him when he was stopped by the bronze mirror.
[No need, you can’t take away the innate sacred weapon. The birth of the sacred weapon will cause a series of butterfly effects, and you will break through the Nascent Soul.
As far as the current situation is concerned, you have nothing to do with the spiritual veins. Go to the Hehuan Sect to save people. Luo Ming is the key to your breakthrough to the Nascent Soul]
Meng De felt that it made sense and chose to believe in the bronze mirror. During the recent relationship, he gradually realized that the bronze mirror was extraordinary.
This is definitely not for the elders to stay and train the younger generation to issue rewards.
He even guessed that Bronze Mirror's original statement that it was comparable to the way of heaven was not bragging.
Being able to take out sacred weapons and give them away is something that no one from any force in this continent can do.
Tongjing knew that the head sect of Hehuan Sect was there, so he took Mengde to the meeting alone, intending to save little sister Luo Ming.
On the side of the gangster, he wanted to give it a try when faced with the temptation of the innate holy weapon.
High-end items such as innate holy weapons are usually not chosen by monks, but by monks. To put it bluntly, it depends on fate.
The gangster thought that it was fate that he arrived here by chance.
"Elder Bai, you are seriously injured. You should go back to the sect as soon as possible!" The ruthless gangster sat outside the ruined temple to heal his wounds, and the heroic brilliance fell in front of her.
"I appreciate Elder Ying's kindness. I took my disciples out to explore for spiritual veins. So many people were almost wiped out. If I escape from the battlefield at this time, I will no longer be able to take advantage of the elder."
The gangster kept staring at Yingcaicheng while he was talking. He always felt that Yingcaicheng was a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different.
"If you look at me with such leering eyes again, don't take your eyes off me." Ying Caichan was so angry that she was almost full, and she was worried that she had nowhere to vent her anger.
The gangster lowered his head in embarrassment when he heard this. At this moment, he figured out what was different.
There is a collar around Ying Caicheng's neck. It looks like it is made of leather and has a small golden bell hanging on it. There are two strange symbols 'MD' engraved on the bell. The material of this collar is extraordinary and it seems to be a magic weapon.
In fact, the quality of the collar is barely comparable to that of a low-grade holy weapon, but it is the most impressive among low-grade holy weapons.
If Meng De needs to call for Yingcaishi, the bell on the collar will ring. Not only that, the collar also has other functions, which can help the wearer resist attacks from humans and immortals.
The two of them kept a certain distance and practiced independently without disturbing each other.
Boom!
A sudden tremor interrupted the two's practice. The mountains behind the town broke apart horizontally, and countless spiritual stones flew out. It was so spectacular, and the quality was between low-grade and medium-grade. There were occasionally a few high-grade stones.
I don't know when large dark clouds appeared in the sky. The dark clouds gathered together like a whirlpool, and thunder continued to strike. It was so spectacular.
"A natural vision, an innate sacred weapon is about to be born."
The Ying Cai Chen gangster stood up at the same time and got into the gap created when the mountain range broke apart horizontally.
"There." The gangster looked at an inconspicuous corner. In the dark, he felt something calling him there.
The gangster closed his eyes and followed the guidance of his intuition to fly towards the corner. Yingcai Chan entered the gap and separated from him.
The spiritual stone spurted out, and countless townspeople scrambled for it. For them, if they got such a stone, they would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
The second leader, who has become the bandit leader, and his brothers are hiding outside the town. They don't have time to pick it up themselves, so they can just grab what's ready-made later.
"This is it."
After peeling away a large piece of gravel, the gangster saw a long gun. The long gun was completely black. The head of the gun did not look sharp but rather rounded. The head of the gun was flat and there were two eyes-like patterns carved on both sides.
The gangster grabbed the barrel of the gun, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
In that instant, 90% of the spiritual energy in his body was sucked dry by the spear.
His whole body was originally dark, but the spear made a buzzing sound after absorbing the spiritual energy, and the gangster could hear the joy from it.
A small cracking sound was heard, and a crack appeared on the tip of the gun, and then spread to the entire gun body.
There were constant cracking sounds, and pieces of black stone shells fell to the ground, revealing the true appearance of the spear.
The spear was transparent, as if it were carved out of crystal. Small pictures of beauties were engraved on the barrel of the spear. The two blood-red eyes at the tip of the spear blinked and moved from time to time, as if the spear was alive.
"After so many years, I've finally waited for you."
It's not shocking that the innate holy weapon can talk. The spear broke free from the gangster's hands and quickly transformed into a fox-like creature.
This creature looks like a fox, and every hair on its body seems to be made of crystal. It looks very magical, but its pupils are still like two pools of blood.
The gangster was puzzled: "Are you waiting for me?"
"Of course, do you believe in past and present lives?"
"Elder Bai's treasure is a capable person, so it's better to leave it to me for safekeeping." Ying Caichan didn't know when he appeared, and stretched out his hand to ask for the spear.
"I'm sorry, Elder Ying, it's mine."
Not to mention that, no one would let the treasure out in front of him. Just one sentence, "Do you believe in the past and present life?" made the gangster who had read many story books think about it again and again.
Maybe this spear was a girl who had a marriage with him in his previous life, but due to various reasons, the two could not be together in the end, and could only continue their relationship in this life in this way.
The ruthless bandit decisively recognized his master with bloodshed.
This move undoubtedly intensified Ying Caichan's anger.
Countless monks arrived, and as soon as the fastest group approached the gap in the mountains, they saw a figure flying out of the gap, looking very embarrassed.
This man is a gangster. Even though his combat power has more than quintupled due to his innate arrogance after he shed blood and recognized his master, he still can only take a beating when facing Yingcai Chen of the Nascent Soul Realm. After being knocked unconscious by a few moves, Throw it out.
Ying Caichan held the spear in his hand with a look of joy on his face. Countless monks concluded at a glance that the spear must be a treasure and swarmed towards him. On the contrary, no one paid attention to the gangster.
