However, the reality is cruel after all. He went to the Imperial Immortal Sect, and also went to many first-rate and second-rate sects, but ultimately failed due to shortcomings in various aspects.
Yue Buli remembered it very clearly.
It was a rainy night,
He huddled next to a big tree and cried.
"The path of a warrior is destined not to be smooth sailing," the old man's words rang in his ears.
He raised his head slightly. That night, the old man told him a lot.
Before leaving, the old man asked him with a slight smile: "Do you want to practice?"
His heart seemed to slow down for a beat, and he nodded excitedly and in disbelief.
The old man brought him into the sect and accepted him as his direct disciple.
Later he learned that that sect was called Tianjian Sect, and his master was the second sect leader of Tianjian Sect.
"Sword Master Baiyun!"
The master wanted to promote Tianjian Sect with all his heart, and at that time, he secretly swore in his young heart.
"I want to make the name of Tianjian Sect famous throughout the Far West, and let those sects that once rejected him see how powerful I am."
Young thoughts are childish.
Maybe it has some youthful stubbornness and unwillingness.
But what is valuable is that after all these years, his original intention has never changed.
But after all, his qualifications are limited, and the sect's resources are difficult to cultivate strong warriors.
Maybe hard work is really just the humblest way to success.
He can only set his goal on the Great Emperor's inheritance, if he can get a copy of the Great Emperor's inheritance.
So as long as he is given time, he is confident that even if he cannot compare with the Imperial Immortal Sect, he can still compete with the first-class sects.
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He slaughtered the Ren family and hunted down Ren Pingsheng. Not only would Ren Pingsheng be sad, but he would also feel uncomfortable inside.
Humans are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless? How can even grass and trees that are successful in cultivation understand feelings.
He and Ren Ping had known each other for more than ten years. He was not cold-blooded, but between brothers and the sect, he chose the sect.
No one will understand his pain and suffering, because he is the one who raised the butcher's knife, and everything is just his own fault.
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The corners of Yue Buli's eyes were a little blurry. If he died like this, it might be a relief.
He seemed... too tired from living.
The wind roared past his ears, just when he thought he would be smashed to pieces.
His body suddenly felt light, as if someone had caught him in the air.
He was lying in a warm embrace. Yue Buli raised his head and saw an old man catching him.
He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him.
The atmosphere seems a bit...ambiguous!
"Great Elder, you," Yue Buli was about to say something, but he saw the Great Elder shook his head and replied: "Stop talking and kiss me."
Ahem, the above sentence is purely the author’s fault!
"Stop talking. You are seriously injured now. We have brought out the ancestral coffin. You can take good care of yourself."
Hearing the words of the great elder, Yue Buli nodded, and then began to use his exercises to gradually restore his body, which had become a mess.
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Beside Tianjian Peak, several elders from the sect were seen running over carrying two coffins.
The two coffins are black and white.
The black coffin is engraved with the image of a sword, while the white coffin is engraved with white clouds.
"Do you insist on fighting to the death with me, the Tianjian Sect, today?" The Great Elder asked in a loud voice as he looked at Ren Pingsheng above.
"When he massacred my Ren family, did he ever think about continuing to die?" Ren Pingsheng asked with a distorted face.
The demonic aura around him became even stronger, and almost half of the sky was covered by black mist. He seemed to be an indifferent demon king, standing condescendingly, looking down at the entire Tianjian Sect.
"Opening the ancestral coffin," the great elder also knew that there was no room for relaxation. Naturally, he did not want to let the threat of his life go outside.
If Ren Pingsheng is not killed today, if he wants to take revenge on the Tianjian Sect in the future, the disciples of the sect will not even dare to leave the sect.
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The elders used special methods to wake up the ancestral coffin, and all the disciples of Tianjian Sect knelt down to worship.
"In the past, our ancestors founded the sect here, killing powerful enemies and shocking Xiaoxiao. Then, people became incompetent and disturbed our ancestors from sleeping. I hope that our ancestors can help us get through this difficult time."
The great elder stood in front of the ancestral coffin and said with a sad expression.
He knew that every time the Patriarch came out of the coffin, it would not only consume a lot of dust and blood stones, but also consume several years of life.
For people whose lives are coming to an end, even a few seconds, not to mention years, are precious.
As the great elder finished speaking, the white ancestral coffin next to him began to tremble.
White clouds bloomed around the ancestral coffin.
"The white clouds are blooming, so sad.
How many years has it been? "An old voice came from the ancestral hall.
"Master, it's been two hundred years since you fell asleep," the great elder quickly replied.
Seeing the coffin boards of the ancestral coffin being opened little by little, Yue Buli's body at the side started to tremble slightly.
He still remembered that rainy day when the old man brought him into Tianjian Sect. Everything in his memory was so unforgettable.
White clouds came one after another, covering the entire earth. When the white clouds dispersed in front of their eyes, everyone was startled in their hearts.
In the old days, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, it seems that the past is like clouds and smoke.
The hostility in everyone's heart gradually calmed down, and the world was at peace.
"This, could this be..." There were old disciples who were paying attention to the battle in the distance. They were shocked and speechless when they saw such a vision.
"The Patriarch Baiyun, known as the Baiyun Sword Master, was the last sect master of our Heavenly Sword Sect," a disciple said with a trembling voice.
Sword Master Baiyun was a figure from hundreds of years ago. To many disciples, such figures only existed in the sect's historical records.
And when the real person appeared, many people couldn't help but get excited.
The coffin was completely opened, and an old man wearing a white robe and with all gray hair came out.
The old man did not have a domineering aura. He looked very indifferent, and his smile gave people a very kind feeling.
He was holding a whisk in his hand, as if he were an expert from outside the world. Although he had been sleeping for hundreds of years, his clothes were still spotless.
"If there is Patriarch Baiyun in this white coffin, what about the black coffin next to it?" A disciple asked doubtfully.
"Could it be?" Some disciples seemed to have thought of something, their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
"Old Man Tianjian," someone said the name with a trembling voice.
These disciples couldn't help but be shocked. It was true that Old Man Tianjian had a great influence on Tianjian Sect.
Whether it was the fact that he had personally established this sect back then, or the legend of Tianjian Peak about the ancestor killing powerful enemies and splitting the Wuming Peak with one sword, it was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The breeze blew a few weeping willows, and under the fluttering willow leaves, the black coffin began to tremble under the spotlight.
