Chapter 238 Planning the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Wang Ai Can't Let Go of His Hatred

Unlike other strange sects and families stationed in more prosperous areas, the Trinity Sect remains in the more remote mountainous areas and has never changed its headquarters or opened temples in other provinces.

Except for the middle-aged disciples who are out there, the new-generation disciples stay in the martial arts training ground in the back mountains all year round to practice hard and seldom move around.

It was once the number one mysterious sect, but has been lukewarm in recent decades. The number of new generation disciples is so rare that they can be counted on one's fingers. Compared with other alien forces with large numbers of people and prosperous incense, it seems to be losing.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a sign that the sect is poorly managed and has a lack of successors, and is gradually moving to the edge of the martial arts world.

Even though Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei would occasionally go to Trinity Sect with his junior fellow disciple Tian Jinzhong to visit old friends, he rarely met the new generation of disciples in the sect.

The other end of the phone seemed to have fallen into silence. Zhang Zhiwei couldn't stand the chatterbox and called out tentatively:
"Lao Lu?"

"Is there any inconvenience?"

"No, I'm thinking about who would be suitable to go."

Lu Jin remembered that among the several young disciples in the sect, Taisun Lu Lin seemed to be the youngest.

The other two were Jun Ze, the eldest disciple who was being trained by Cheng Zhen as his successor. He was over thirty years old;

The second is Mu Wei, who follows Senior Brother Zhuge in refining weapons. He is gentle, does not like fighting, and is 29 years old.

As for his old friend's last disciple Zhang Lingyu, Lu Jin vaguely remembered that this kid was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old?

At first glance, it is undoubtedly the 25-year-old Lu Lin who is most suitable to compete as an opponent.
While he was thinking, Zhang Zhiwei started to complain, saying:
"Old Lu, you don't know. Lingyu is a good kid in every way, except that his mind is too simple. He seems to be deliberately practicing with me as an example."

"In his eyes, I am a perfect practitioner. As my disciple, he is also very demanding of himself."

"Something is giving me a headache, and I don't know how to tell you."

"Anyway, that kid doesn't want to make any mistakes. He holds himself up high with the perfect standard of practice. As his master, I'm really afraid that one day he will fall down and never recover."

"A flaw in a perfect jade does not detract from its quality. Old Lu, I really need your help to find a capable person to teach him a lesson and break his bad habit of wasting time all day long."

Listening to his old friend's chatter, Lu Jin couldn't help but respond:
"Okay, Lao Zhang, I'll tell my senior brother later to let my great grandson have a look at your family's spiritual jade."

"Okay, thank you very much, Lao Lu."

Zhang Zhiwei on the other end of the phone was laughing so hard that his eyes almost narrowed into slits, and he was in a very good mood.

"One more thing to discuss?"

"Talk about it."

"I plan to give away the Tongtian Talisman as a gift. On the one hand, I want to borrow your Luotian Dajiao to find some suitable successors. You also know that this thing is useless if it stays with me."

"Secondly, as one of the Eight Great Skills, the Tongtian Scroll will surely attract many young talents to come. In this way, the contestants sent by the old ghost who is trying to prevent you from protecting the people will be defeated by others as early as possible."

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned by Lu Jin's suggestion, and then he laughed:
"You old man, ah, I don't know what to say to you. Are you feeling aggrieved because I'm being pointed at and ordered about my affairs? Do you want to rebuke those people, or do you want to cause trouble for me?"

"The source of Qi, Tongtian Talisman, this time I really put that little guy on the fire."

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but worry about Zhang Chulan's situation. With the blessing of the Tongtian Talisman, it is conceivable that the difficulty of him entering the finals would be greatly increased.

But even if this hadn't happened, the other guys wouldn't necessarily have been more lenient.

In the final analysis, it all depends on fate and strength. Zhang Zhiwei has already paved a way for Zhang Chulan. As long as he makes it to the finals, there will be plenty of ways to negotiate. By then, when he returns to the Tianshi Mansion, outsiders will not even have a chance to hurt this kid.

It’s just that the last few steps of this road are indeed difficult to take, and the little fellow still needs to fight hard. Otherwise, if he loses the competition, he will still be wandering outside, coveted by strange people from all factions in the martial arts world all day long. How can he have a peaceful life?

Zhang Huaiyi, ah Zhang Huaiyi, is this how you torture future generations by leaving behind this mess?

Zhang Zhiwei smiled bitterly and sighed, suppressed this trivial thought, and turned to negotiate with his old friend:

"Old Lu, have you really thought it through?"

"I have no objection to this matter, but there may be hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the young extraordinary people of today. If the winner has bad conduct, your Tongtian Lu will be used to help the evil in the future."

Lu Jin didn't care about the Heavenly Master's concerns:

"For a man who is destined to do evil, whether he has more or less of this means, it does not prevent him from doing evil;"

"Besides, it's not that I'm arrogant. I do have confidence in Lu Lin. Before the finals, as long as you make some arrangements, he will be responsible for intercepting the boys from the Wang and Lu families."

"Hey, you're the best, Old Lu. You're really courageous."

Zhang Zhiwei looked around and saw that there were no disciples outside the house to disturb him, so he whispered in agreement:

"Remember to tell your grandson to repair the Lingyu for me."

He was responded with a hearty laugh.

"You have such a big nose, aren't you afraid that I will tell that kid about your shortcomings someday?"

"It doesn't matter. It's better to reveal it. It will prevent Lingyu from getting stuck in a rut and imagining that I'm perfect and humble, but I'm just an ordinary person."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled happily. He treated this youngest disciple almost as his grandson and worried about him a lot.

Although the atmosphere in the sect is good, the respect and flattery from other younger disciples may make Zhang Lingyu develop an arrogant character in the long run, or too much admiration may cause him to put physical and mental pressure on himself.

That's why the old Taoist priest wanted to take the opportunity of holding the Luotian Grand Ceremony to ask old friends for help.

"Okay, then this is a done deal?"

"Well, Lao Lu, thank you for helping me out. When you have time, come and sit with me, drink tea, and chat."

"You can @ those old ghosts in the group later. There's no need to meet in person. Let's talk about the Tongtian Talisman online."

"it is good"

The two of them talked briefly and quickly made a decision.

Lu Jin returned to the courtyard and found Lu Lin and the head brother to discuss taking Lu Lin to Longhu Mountain to participate in the competition. "Go ahead, let Lin'er meet those little guys who are about his age. It's a good opportunity to test his recent progress in training."

Cheng Zhen nodded in agreement.

"Uncle-master, would you like to take a walk together?" Lu Jin asked Jiang Mo who was playing chess with Cheng Zhen.

"No."

As Jiang Mo made his move, he responded, "It's enough for you to watch over Lu Lin. It gives me some free time."

He has been traveling for twenty years, visiting famous mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in his motherland, and has seen all kinds of magnificent landscapes. He is not interested in the boring discussions among the younger generations. Now that he has returned, he wants to accompany his disciples and stay in a place he is familiar with.

"Okay, disciple understands."

At the same time, in front of Qingxin Palace, Zhuge Yuzheng and Lu Linglong were sitting under an ancient tree drinking tea.

Perhaps because he was doting on this little guy, he took out a lot of magic weapons from his arms, spread them out on the stone table, and said generously:

"Linglong, it's rare to see you, so I'll make you some little things. Take a look and see if you like them. You can pick any you like."

"Oh! Really? Thank you Master Zhuge!!"

The girl was extremely excited, and her bright and clear eyes were immediately attracted by a dark golden gourd on the far right.

"Master Zhuge, what is this?"

"Wow! Good taste."

Zhuge Yu picked up the black gold gourd and introduced it:
"It's called the Sword Raising Gourd. Your great grandfather also had one in his early years. But let me tell you, yours is much more powerful than his. As long as you use your Qi to activate it, it will release a strong sword energy. This can save your life."

"Take it."

"Here, here's another one."

"Ah? Master, why are you giving me a turtle shell?!"

"This is the Black Tortoise Armor. It matches your sword-raising gourd perfectly. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities."

"Thank you Master!!!"

Three days before the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

Lujia Village.

The stone door leading to the underground prison slowly opened, revealing an endless stretch of pitch-black stairs. Wang Ai, one of the Ten Lords, came from afar at the invitation of his old friend Lu Ci.

"Da da da"

The sound of footsteps, one after the other, echoed in the dark environment. Before reaching their destination, the two chatted and reminisced about the past.

"How have you been lately?"

"Same old as always, hehe." Wang Ai smiled calmly and strangely.

"Eat less unclean food, but don't eat yourself to death."

Lu Ci hinted at something, and there was a warning in his tone.

Ever since the tragic change that happened to the Wang family seventy years ago, Wang Ai's temperament changed drastically, and he practiced like a madman. Perhaps it was because of the soul-binding and general-sending skills, but every time they met, his old friend gave him the illusion that he was like a wild beast eating raw meat and drinking blood.

"Hedgehog, don't you know me? You know your limits."

Wang Ai's kind eyes revealed a chilling gleam of darkness.

"That's good"

Lu Ci continued walking, then changed the subject and asked, "Have you arranged for the people who will be attending the Luotian Grand Ceremony?"

"Ah."

Wang Ai leaned on his cane, stroked his beard and smiled: "It's not easy for the Tianshi Mansion to protect that little thing. If it weren't for the company's people keeping a close eye on it, I would have dealt with this remnant long ago."

"Oh? You want the source of Qi?" Lu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You do not want?"

Wang Ai asked back, and his answer was self-evident.

"Of course I want to take a peek." Lu Ci admitted generously.

Since the Jiashen Rebellion, even though their Lu family got the incomplete Shuangquan Hand, they have been blessed because of it. The source of Qi body that is as famous as it is appeared in the world like this, how can they not be moved.

However, the current environment is different from before. If things are done too blatantly, the Lu family is still afraid of crossing the company's bottom line and causing unnecessary trouble.

Wang Ai knew his concerns and said slowly:
"For me, the origin of the Qi body is secondary. The key is that the Tianshi Mansion wants Zhang Huaiyi's descendants to live, so I want him to die."

Those plain words were mixed with naked murderous intent and seventy years of hatred, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Ugh"

"Fatty, I won't advise you to let it go."

"Since you want to fight to the death with the Tianshi Mansion, then make more preparations and act cautiously."

Lu Ci understood what Fatty Wang did.

If the old friend has enough courage to bear all the consequences that may happen, not only will he not stop it, but he will add fuel to the fire at the right time.

(End of this chapter)