Chapter 414: Background? Listen to me and I will tell you slowly

"Be careful when you enter the palace, and don't break the rules of etiquette."

Li Qiongying walked in front, reminding them: "There are all powerful people from various sects in there, and they are the most important figures in Taoism. They have been in high positions for a long time, so they are bound to be proud and value etiquette. Don't let a good relationship turn into a disaster and cause the displeasure of the masters."

He looked at Wang Yansheng and smiled. "But with Brother Wang's talent, you will definitely achieve great things. Those great people are all arrogant and have the constraints of their elder status. They also love young talents. I'm sure they won't make things difficult for you. If they like you, they might even give you some gifts!"

Wang Yansheng was not interested in the gift. Not to mention that he had great fortune, and precious treasures that ordinary practitioners could never see were all eager to put into his treasure bag. Even if he wanted to receive treasures or gifts, he would come to his own master first. Wang Yansheng was very smart. Although his own master was quiet, he was probably very wealthy!
"Don't worry, Brother Li. I won't cause any trouble for you."

Li Qiongying nodded: "I believe this, Brother Wang, tell me the truth, are you eighteen this year?"

Wang Yansheng's mind raced, his face remained unchanged, he thought for a moment and said, "At only sixteen, he is a little young."

Li Qiongying laughed: "It's better to be young, because young means you have a bright future. Look at these outer cultivators, they seem to be very advanced, but in terms of age, they are all over a hundred years old. They can't have destiny, and their life span is not long. They are all short-lived."

The two walked forward and saw a small temple in the distance. There were not many people around, only someone guarding the door. The monks scattered around stayed away from the small temple, as if there was some ferocious beast there, and they would not cross the line.

Li Qiongying pointed with his finger: "Don't think my words are harsh. You, me, and them," he looked at those monks, "may seem to be the same, but in fact, there is a world of difference between us."

"Brother Wang is a gifted man, and Li is also somewhat talented, with some magical powers. As for those people, their path to becoming immortals has already come to an end. Perhaps after a great storm, a few pearls will emerge, or real gold will be revealed. But the greater possibility is that they will become lost in the crowd, live a carefree life for a hundred years, and then turn into dust."

He took a few steps forward and approached the small hall, as if he had crossed many barriers and passed the forbidden area. This action attracted the envious gazes of countless practitioners, who watched them move forward quietly.

"This is a dividing line. If you cross it, you will have a chance to go to the palace and get a seat as an observer. But they can only wait here to be sent to fight and kill people. As for why, no one knows the reason!"

"This is the reality. We have the capital and potential to move forward, but they can only be beaten on the beach by us, the waves behind them."

Li Qiongying said in a cold voice: "The immortal path values ​​competition. If you want to become an immortal, you must step on the corpses of countless people and move forward without stopping. Once you stop, you will be washed away by the surging waves behind you, and we will become like them."

He pointed at himself and Wang Yansheng, and then pointed at the monks who were watching from afar, as if telling Wang Yansheng some truths of practice, and as if warning himself.

"I'm afraid I've been holding these words in my heart for many years. I can't speak them out to people close to me, but I can speak them out to strangers who have only met me once."

Wang Yansheng thought to himself that he naturally understood those principles, and it was Li Qiongying who was entangled: "Brother Li is right."

"I was inspired to say that. I've said too much. You are still young and don't understand the cruelty of cultivation. I was wrong."

Li Qiongying woke up suddenly, pretended to laugh, and led Wang Yansheng into the hall. The guard at the door was also a Taoist disciple and was familiar with him. He greeted him and let the two in.

"The rules of your sect are also strange. Have you set any requirements for cultivation or time limits? If an authentic senior in the hall asks about it, it would be inappropriate for you to be vague. If your elders in your family know him, you can also tell him his name." Li Qiongying said.

Wang Yansheng shook his head. How would he know the background of any sect? The teacher didn't tell him, and he hadn't even started school. He couldn't just make one up, right?

"Okay, let's take it one step at a time. Follow me, watch more, listen more and talk less. I'm sure no one will embarrass you," Li Qiongying patted Wang Yansheng on the shoulder. "I know you are young, but I didn't expect you to be too young. You have an extraordinary bone structure!"

After passing through the corridor and opening an inner door, they entered the palace, which was divided into inner and outer halls separated by a round arched door wall. In the inner hall, two rows of people sat, forming a circle with a gap, leaving the aisle open. They were all representatives of various sects, old men from various factions, all of whom were immortals, young and old, with their own disciples and disciples standing behind them. More people gathered in the outer hall. The arrival of the two did not cause much ripples. The old men talked to each other, but the pressure was overwhelming, and the divine consciousness swept across, and the slightest movement could not escape their perception.

Sitting on the second to last seat in the right-hand row was an old man with a thin face, white hair and beard, and dressed in a simple Taoist robe. He just clasped his big, bony hands in his arms, looked up at Li Qiongying, and nodded to him.

"That's my master, from the Shenxiao lineage, with the Taoist name Long Fu."

Li Qiongying switched to voice transmission, and her voice reached Wang Yansheng's ears, pulling him towards the outer hall.

Wang Yansheng took a look through the archway and could only see half of the seats at the back. He couldn't see clearly what was inside and didn't dare to detect the breath. He just followed Li Qiongying obediently.

"That side door immortal is clamoring. You can tolerate it, but I can't. Let's discuss this matter. What the hell!"

A rough voice sounded, completely ruining the atmosphere of the fairy-like atmosphere and the gathering of all the wise men.

"You are so good, Lei Ben. You are not blind. You can't see the Taoist heritage left in this mountain. Not to mention the aura of divine sand and true water, just the traces of formations left here, how can an ordinary immortal do that?" someone responded.

"If you can't bear it, then go ahead and try my strength. If you die, I will protect your bloodline. What do you think?"

The rough voice did not explode, but stopped after mumbling a few words. He was just using these words as an introduction to make some plans, but he did not intend to be the first to take action.

Someone tapped the table and said, "Okay, stop arguing. The juniors are all here to listen. Even if you don't want to lose face, you don't have to worry about being laughed at by the juniors."

"The formation set up by Fairy Yunxiao is called the Nine-bend Yellow River Formation. It occupies the three elements and has infinite variations." The voice paused, "I believe you have also heard the news. A wandering immortal from my Taiqing Sect has passed away and is now trapped in the formation. If we delay any further, I'm afraid he will be in danger of life or death."

"You all came here with the intention of upholding the righteous path, so as to save the people from suffering and break the disaster of drought. Now that you are afraid to come out, those evil sects will laugh at you."

"Now we are in the midst of a calamity. The clouds have become our destiny. If we can break this calamity and ascend to heaven, the prosperity of our sect will be just around the corner. Please give it some thought."

"This battle for destiny depends entirely on means. My Taiqing Sect is willing to be the vanguard. After that, the Zhengyi, Shenxiao, Five Elements and other sects will break the formation one by one. Whoever breaks the formation will get the destiny to solve the problem."

The man spoke slowly, talking about morality, justice, and interests. He did not take the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation seriously in his words: "There are two urgent tasks. The first is to find out where the Son of Heaven is. I am sure that you have been trying to find out for a long time even if I don't tell you about this. The second is to find out the true and false of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation and put an end to the calamity as soon as possible. I have calculated with the Great Evolution Heavenly Art that the Demon Ancestor Youquan will soon break through the barrier and come out. If there is chaos at that time, it will not be good."

Everyone had expected this and nodded in agreement. The host continued, "I once sent people to the overseas immortal mountains to inquire about Yunxiao's roots, but no news came back. I only know that his roots are deep and have some ancient aura." He paused, "Fellow Daoist is a person whose wisdom has been awakened and reincarnated. I'm bothering you to come here. Do you have any advice for me?"

After listening for a long time, Wang Yansheng was shocked when he heard a familiar voice.

"Although Gu is a reincarnated person, he knows very little about Yunxiao. He can only make some guesses based on his few memories."

"I have dealt with him before, and he revealed a lot of information in his conversation. His roots can be traced back to ancient times."

"Do you know, before the establishment of the Dao Sect Heaven, there was an ancient Heaven?"

(End of this chapter)