Chapter 235: The Initial Battle between Good and Evil
Su Ru paused and continued, "I haven't heard of any great masters emerging in recent years, have I?"

It is not surprising for a cultivator to found a sect, but the question is, how could someone who could create a method that is not inferior to Qingyun Taoism remain unknown?

Tian Buyi replied: "This is exactly what I am worried about. The emergence of an inheritance whose origin is unknown is probably not a good thing. The existing structure may be broken, and the world will be in chaos again."

Su Ru did not speak, but remained silent, thinking about the future development of the world situation...

"Master, Master's Wife, please call me."

"Well, come in." Tian Buyi invited Murong Ji into the cave, and he turned around and sat in the top seat.

Murong Ji walked into the cave and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Sit down first."

Murong Ji sat down obediently and waited for his master to ask questions.

"Your master's wife is worried that something has gone wrong with your practice, so let her check it out."

Murong Ji was startled and looked at his master's wife Su Ru, "Thank you, master's wife." Then he walked forward and half-knelt in front of her.

Su Ru held Murong Ji's pulse, and then her gentle true energy penetrated into Murong Ji's body.

When she let go, her frown slowly relaxed and she patted his shoulder gently.

"Go back and sit down."

Murong Ji sat back down and looked at his master Tian Buyi quietly.

"Seventh Brother, I saw you using a new magic weapon to fight the enemy earlier. What have you thought of?" Tian Buyi put down the teacup and asked with a frown.

"Master, I gained some opportunities during this experience." As he said this, he displayed his magic weapons one by one.

These things cannot be hidden, and there is no way to conceal them. If it is something like a diamond bracelet that can save your life, it must not be revealed.

As for the others, you have to use them, otherwise what’s the point of them?
Tian Buyi had already looked at it, and finally his eyes fell on the ring, "Eh? Qiankun Qingguang Ring?"

Murong Ji: "It's not the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, it's a replica."

Tian Buyi nodded. He had already seen through it and said no more.

Murong Ji thought for a moment and said, "Master, I killed the disciple of Patriarch Fengyue and got the Mountain and River Fan."

Su Ru looked up suddenly, a little stunned, "Mountain and River Fan?!"

Seeing Tian Buyi and Su Ru looking over, he placed the Shanhe fan and the painted fan he took from Lin Feng on Tian Buyi's desk.

Tian Buyi picked it up and looked at it, his face solemn, and said: "The Fengyue Patriarch has never been concerned with worldly affairs, so why did he send his disciples and magic weapons to the Demon Sect?"

Then he thought, "Don't worry, if Feng Yue Patriarch's followers do something wrong, even if we kill them, what can Feng Yue Patriarch do?"

Murong Ji understood in his heart. Since the master said so, then it was naturally not a problem.

After thinking about it, he asked the next question.

"Master, does my Qingyun Sect have four great sword techniques?"

Tian Buyi suddenly raised his head, his face looked a little ugly, and after a long silence, he said in a cold tone: "What do you want to ask?"

Murong Ji turned his head to look at the expression on his master's wife Su Ru's face and realized that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked.

"When I was in the Dead Abyss, I exchanged Taoist teachings with Junior Sister Lu and discovered that Junior Sister Lu did not know the three great sword techniques of Qingyun Sect besides the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder God Technique..."

After the words were spoken, the cave fell silent again.

After a long time, Tian Buyi said, "Younger disciples really don't know. In the past, even the head monks like us didn't know that there are three other sword techniques in the inheritance left by Qingye Patriarch."

"Even when we were learning, the inheritance that we six peaks practiced was..."

Having said this, Tian Buyi suddenly stopped talking and could only sigh.

There was a sense of loss in his tone, "Don't worry, there is no sectarianism in Qingyun Sect now."

"Brother Daoxuan has shared many of Nagato's techniques and insights."

Murong Ji understood in his heart that the four disciples who had followed Wan Jianyi to Manhuang had all gained great benefits and gained experience in cultivation.

This is how we have Cangsong, Tian Buyi, Shang Zhengliang, Zeng Shuchang and others.

Furthermore, it was Master’s Wife Su Ru who brought the experience given by Wan Jianyi to Xiaozhu Peak, which led to the current Shuiyue.

The remaining Luoxia Peak got nothing. Now, it can't even find a decent disciple.

With Luoxia Peak as a comparison, if there was no Wan Jianyi, you would know what the other peaks would look like.

"You should go and have some rest." Tian Buyi felt a little disappointed and said no more.

Murong Ji clasped his fists and took his leave.

When he returned to the cave, his fellow disciples had already gone to bed. Murong Ji quietly climbed onto the bed and slowly exhaled.

Thinking of the true essence of the Shangqing realm stored in the Juxian Banner, Murong Ji became interested and quietly took out the Juxian Banner.

After studying for a while, I discovered the difference between true qi and true essence. [No wonder the cultivation speed of the Shangqing realm keeps decreasing.]

After a night's sleep, I saw Qi Hao during morning prayers the next day.

"Brother Qi Hao, good morning."

Qi Hao clasped his fists in return, "I thought you were going to play outside for a while before coming back."

Murong Ji looked at Qi Hao with a half-smile and asked, "Brother Qi Hao, it's really unkind of you to leave us behind." Qi Hao smiled bitterly and said, "There's nothing I can do. The sect is urging me to leave. Otherwise, I would also like to rest there and relax."

"Has Junior Brother Murong had breakfast?"

Murong Ji shook his head, "I haven't finished my morning lessons yet, and I haven't eaten yet."

Qi Hao said, "How about this, wait until Junior Brother Murong finishes breakfast, and I'll come find you. You can go and take a look and you'll know."

Murong Ji nodded and watched Qi Hao leave.

After finishing morning lessons and returning to the cave to have lunch with his fellow brothers, Qi Hao came to look for him.

"Junior Brother Xiaofan, would you like to go with us?" Qi Hao invited warmly.

Zhang Xiaofan hesitated, and inexplicably felt a hint of hostility: "No, I haven't finished my morning class yet, I'll go by myself later."

Qi Hao's expression remained gentle, and he smiled and said, "That's fine. Junior Brother Murong, let's go."

Following Qi Hao, he understood in his heart. Qi Hao had already seen through Zhang Xiaofan's thoughts, but so what?
Yes, so what? He couldn't explain emotional matters in just a few words.

After passing through a deep forest, Qi Hao pointed at the crowd in front and said, "That's where the righteous and evil sects are going to fight."

"At present, the masters have not figured out the purpose of the Demon Cult. We can only challenge them in this way. First, we want to train our disciples, and second, we want to explore the strength of the Demon Cult at this time."

"This is different from the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, where the opponent fights to the death. This is a life-and-death fight. If the opponent sends out a young master, we must also have a corresponding master to fight. Otherwise, countless disciples will die in succession and morale will be damaged."

"We must be in charge. Even so, dozens of my righteous disciples have died so far."

Murong Ji then understood that the battle between good and evil was not like the military conquests in his previous life.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Qi Hao, Junior Brother Murong, I am honored to meet you."

Murong Ji and Qi Hao turned their heads and saluted.

"Brother Fashang."

"Brother Faxiang."

Afterwards, Qi Hao went to find out the situation with Fashang.

Murong Ji stood beside the two men and looked at the two people who were fighting in the field. One of them was a senior brother from Qingyun Sect, whom he had never seen before. Judging from his moves and skills, he should be a disciple of Longshou Peak.

He couldn't recognize who was across from him.

Murong Ji frowned and watched. The other party was also a disciple of a big sect, but he couldn't tell which sect he was from.

Inadvertently glancing around, he saw the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak, led by Lu Xueqi and Wen Min, pondering the battle situation on the battlefield.

You can't just send anyone in. If you want to get trained and keep your life, you must find a suitable opponent.

In this situation, it all depends on who has more intelligence and better foresight. Once they get on the field, it will be a fight to the death.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly. He didn't know much about the Demon Cult, so it was indeed a good opportunity to go on the battlefield for actual combat.

Shouts suddenly rose from all around. The senior from Longshou Peak narrowly won, and was lucky to survive the battle.

Seeing that there was no one on the field, Murong Ji walked directly onto the field. The noises around him suddenly became much quieter, turning into whispers.

He frowned slightly, feeling like something was wrong, but after glancing around, he didn't find anything wrong.

After waiting for a while, a man walked out from the demon cult's team. He was dressed in coarse linen, a very ordinary outfit. He had an extremely sturdy figure, but his face was very ordinary.

The black iron stick in his hand is actually not simple.

Murong Ji was instantly attracted by the iron rod. The material was really good.

"I am Murong Ji from Qingyun Sect."

As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent, followed by bursts of laughter from the Demon Cult.

"Brother Murong, there is no need to report your name."

Murong Ji looked back, smiled and nodded to express his gratitude. He turned around and looked at the demon sect disciple, "Go ahead."

"call!"

The burly man seemed to be waiting for Murong Ji to say this. As soon as he finished speaking, the black iron stick swept over.

Murong Ji stretched out his hand to block, and the majestic true energy covered his palm, and the fight was returned.

"bump!"

The heavy iron rod instantly stopped in front of Murong Ji's palm, without even breaking the protective Qi.

The big man was a little stunned. Before he could react, a stick shadow transformed from internal energy suddenly appeared on his left side.

"bump!"

The shadow of the stick hit the big man's head directly, and the huge force caused his skull to collapse instantly.

The evil man fell to the ground with a loud bang, without a breath.

The righteous and the evil were silent, staring at each other in disbelief. The battle was over so quickly?!
Murong Ji grasped the black iron stick and waved it. He was very satisfied with the material of the stick. He turned around and took a look. Zhang Xiaofan and the eldest senior brother had arrived without him noticing.

He threw the stick directly over, Zhang Xiaofan caught it and put it aside.

Everyone was silent again.

(End of this chapter)