Chapter 525: 20. Be at ease with the situation, defeat the enemy without a trace
Translator: 549690339
This way, she could chase after him openly.
As the saying goes, men chasing women are separated by mountains, and women chasing men are separated by gauze. How good would it be if she became a Dao partner with such a prince?
Mysterious, powerful, gentle, dustless, as if he would never get angry
Although he was a mortal, he was like a real immortal in the heavens, not just an immortal who had broken the lifespan of mortals.
But soon, someone remembered that the prince had stayed behind because he was waiting.
He was waiting for a decisive battle.
He was waiting for the awakening of the most terrifying demon lord in the depths of the forbidden land, who had left a shadow and blood in history.
Therefore, many disciples looked at the prince with pity.
No matter how strong he was, he was no match for the Demon Venerable.
The terror of the Demon Lord was like a nightmare imprinted in everyones hearts.
This could be seen from the sect masters usual catchphrase.
Everyone knew that the sect masters eldest senior sister was invincible.
so,
Updted on BX0VEL.cmHow could this fifteen -year-old youth defeat the invincible Demon Venerable who had been in seclusion for two hundred years?
He couldnt win.
He would definitely lose.
Defeat meant death.
If he died, he would have nothing.
The Myriad Sword Sect Master had also secretly observed this prince.
His mood could only be described as strange.
This princes daily life was very similar to his teachers in the past.
At that time, on the island in the middle of the Mirror Lake, he was still a child. His teacher also liked to sit quietly in the study and read books. It was also in the study that he compiled the Ten Thousand Laws Scroll, which was now listed as a forbidden technique in the human world by various large sects.
And this prince was also reading books every day. He was calm and unperturbed.
He did not have the slightest awareness that he was in a faction that wanted to kill him.
He wasnt worried that his Big Sister would wake up.
Even though the prince had probably learned about the Demon Venerables terror from his disciples, he still did not waver or panic.
The Myriad Sword Sects sect master naturally wouldnt think that this prince was his teacher. He just couldnt help but feel a little emotional and hesitant. When the time came, should he ask Big Sister for help?
If Big Sister knew that this prince was like a teacher, she might show mercy and not kill him, right?
As for being slapped five times by the prince, he was still ashamed.
If it was someone else, he would definitely use all his strength to kill them.
However, this prince was slowly calming his anger
The Wan Jian House Grandmaster even felt that these five slaps were from his teacher. These five slaps were like a punishment for his past.
It was like a strict teacher asking a naughty child to reach out and hit his palm five times as a punishment.
However, punishing him gave him a chance to make a new choice.
His heart was once burdened with endless guilt. Now, it was inexplicably peaceful.
This was simply too light a punishment.
The Myriad Sword Sect Master couldnt help but think that if his teacher was still alive, he would probably do the same thing when he saw a vile disciple like him.
Thinking of this, his killing intent towards the Qi Kingdoms royal family had already disappeared without a trace.
After that, when the prince fought with his eldest senior sister, even if he lost or died, he would not touch the Qi Kingdom at all. Instead, he would protect them.
Just treat it as if his teacher had a spirit from the heavens and sent such a young man to wake him up and give him a chance to make a new choice.
The winter snow had passed, and the spring had just arrived. The thousands of miles of forest under the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds had been dyed green.
Different from the thick fog in the late winter, the fog in the early spring was as thin as white gauze, revealing thousands of layers, lingering between the mountain peaks.
At noon, when the light falls and dispels the fog,
The sun shone on the earth, and the scenery in the mountains was unobstructed.
Xia Ji sat in a pavilion, grinding ink and spreading out a piece of paper.
The Wan Jian House was hospitable, and the sect master was also a sincere person.
It is difficult for my son to refuse my enthusiasm. I cant go back for a while. I hope my mother wont miss me.
After he finished writing, he folded it and put it in the envelope. Then, he handed it to the Wan Jian House disciple beside him and said, Thank you.
Youre welcome. The disciple smiled and said, I went out to investigate the surroundings of Fenghe Village and happened to pass by the capital of Qi State.
Sending a letter is just a piece of cake.
This disciple had received Xia Jis guidance and had broken through his bottleneck. He was very grateful and was worried that he would not be able to return the favor. At this moment, he would be happy to make a trip, let alone deliver a letter.
At the same time, this disciple was also extremely curious. He also wanted to see what kind of place the Da Qi Imperial Palace was. How could such a small place in the mortal world raise such a character?
In his eyes, this was like golden scales leaping out of a fish pond, and a Kun Peng flying out of a quagmire.
Although he looked down on mortals, in his opinion, this person before him was definitely not a mortal.
The disciple took the letter and left.
Xia Ji flipped open the book on the table and started reading quietly under the spring light.
Just as he was looking, a soft cry suddenly came from afar. If it was someone else, they would not have noticed it.
Xia Ji put down his book and looked in the direction of the crying before getting up.
Spirit Lake Stream, small arch bridge.
The source of the stream was the eye of a spiritual spring. The spring water was endless, as if it was natural to emerge from the soil at the top of the mountain. The water flowed downwards, forming this murmuring stream on the clouds.
The arch bridge was also built for the occasion.
At this moment, a little girl in linen clothes was squatting by the bridge, sobbing softly under the sunlight.
Those who wore this kind of clothes were usually only servants of the Wan Jian House.
However, not all servants could come here. Unlike the aristocratic families, the servants here had spiritual roots and immortal fate to a certain extent. In other words, if these people performed well or showed some talent, they would be accepted into the sect and become disciples..
Chapter 525: 20. Be at ease with the situation, defeat the enemy without a trace
Translator: 549690339
This way, she could chase after him openly.
As the saying goes, men chasing women are separated by mountains, and women chasing men are separated by gauze. How good would it be if she became a Dao partner with such a prince?
Mysterious, powerful, gentle, dustless, as if he would never get angry
Although he was a mortal, he was like a real immortal in the heavens, not just an immortal who had broken the lifespan of mortals.
But soon, someone remembered that the prince had stayed behind because he was waiting.
He was waiting for a decisive battle.
He was waiting for the awakening of the most terrifying demon lord in the depths of the forbidden land, who had left a shadow and blood in history.
Therefore, many disciples looked at the prince with pity.
No matter how strong he was, he was no match for the Demon Venerable.
The terror of the Demon Lord was like a nightmare imprinted in everyones hearts.
This could be seen from the sect masters usual catchphrase.
Everyone knew that the sect masters eldest senior sister was invincible.
so,
Updted on BX0VEL.cmHow could this fifteen -year-old youth defeat the invincible Demon Venerable who had been in seclusion for two hundred years?
He couldnt win.
He would definitely lose.
Defeat meant death.
If he died, he would have nothing.
The Myriad Sword Sect Master had also secretly observed this prince.
His mood could only be described as strange.
This princes daily life was very similar to his teachers in the past.
At that time, on the island in the middle of the Mirror Lake, he was still a child. His teacher also liked to sit quietly in the study and read books. It was also in the study that he compiled the Ten Thousand Laws Scroll, which was now listed as a forbidden technique in the human world by various large sects.
And this prince was also reading books every day. He was calm and unperturbed.
He did not have the slightest awareness that he was in a faction that wanted to kill him.
He wasnt worried that his Big Sister would wake up.
Even though the prince had probably learned about the Demon Venerables terror from his disciples, he still did not waver or panic.
The Myriad Sword Sects sect master naturally wouldnt think that this prince was his teacher. He just couldnt help but feel a little emotional and hesitant. When the time came, should he ask Big Sister for help?
If Big Sister knew that this prince was like a teacher, she might show mercy and not kill him, right?
As for being slapped five times by the prince, he was still ashamed.
If it was someone else, he would definitely use all his strength to kill them.
However, this prince was slowly calming his anger
The Wan Jian House Grandmaster even felt that these five slaps were from his teacher. These five slaps were like a punishment for his past.
It was like a strict teacher asking a naughty child to reach out and hit his palm five times as a punishment.
However, punishing him gave him a chance to make a new choice.
His heart was once burdened with endless guilt. Now, it was inexplicably peaceful.
This was simply too light a punishment.
The Myriad Sword Sect Master couldnt help but think that if his teacher was still alive, he would probably do the same thing when he saw a vile disciple like him.
Thinking of this, his killing intent towards the Qi Kingdoms royal family had already disappeared without a trace.
After that, when the prince fought with his eldest senior sister, even if he lost or died, he would not touch the Qi Kingdom at all. Instead, he would protect them.
Just treat it as if his teacher had a spirit from the heavens and sent such a young man to wake him up and give him a chance to make a new choice.
The winter snow had passed, and the spring had just arrived. The thousands of miles of forest under the Heavenly Palace on the Clouds had been dyed green.
Different from the thick fog in the late winter, the fog in the early spring was as thin as white gauze, revealing thousands of layers, lingering between the mountain peaks.
At noon, when the light falls and dispels the fog,
The sun shone on the earth, and the scenery in the mountains was unobstructed.
Xia Ji sat in a pavilion, grinding ink and spreading out a piece of paper.
The Wan Jian House was hospitable, and the sect master was also a sincere person.
It is difficult for my son to refuse my enthusiasm. I cant go back for a while. I hope my mother wont miss me.
After he finished writing, he folded it and put it in the envelope. Then, he handed it to the Wan Jian House disciple beside him and said, Thank you.
Youre welcome. The disciple smiled and said, I went out to investigate the surroundings of Fenghe Village and happened to pass by the capital of Qi State.
Sending a letter is just a piece of cake.
This disciple had received Xia Jis guidance and had broken through his bottleneck. He was very grateful and was worried that he would not be able to return the favor. At this moment, he would be happy to make a trip, let alone deliver a letter.
At the same time, this disciple was also extremely curious. He also wanted to see what kind of place the Da Qi Imperial Palace was. How could such a small place in the mortal world raise such a character?
In his eyes, this was like golden scales leaping out of a fish pond, and a Kun Peng flying out of a quagmire.
Although he looked down on mortals, in his opinion, this person before him was definitely not a mortal.
The disciple took the letter and left.
Xia Ji flipped open the book on the table and started reading quietly under the spring light.
Just as he was looking, a soft cry suddenly came from afar. If it was someone else, they would not have noticed it.
Xia Ji put down his book and looked in the direction of the crying before getting up.
Spirit Lake Stream, small arch bridge.
The source of the stream was the eye of a spiritual spring. The spring water was endless, as if it was natural to emerge from the soil at the top of the mountain. The water flowed downwards, forming this murmuring stream on the clouds.
The arch bridge was also built for the occasion.
At this moment, a little girl in linen clothes was squatting by the bridge, sobbing softly under the sunlight.
Those who wore this kind of clothes were usually only servants of the Wan Jian House.
However, not all servants could come here. Unlike the aristocratic families, the servants here had spiritual roots and immortal fate to a certain extent. In other words, if these people performed well or showed some talent, they would be accepted into the sect and become disciples..
