Chapter 180: Second is also good

Hong Xuanji set about rescuing the fallen man, suppressing the turbulent immortal power in his body and eliminating the alien power.

His junior fellow apprentice fought against the alien race, and although he killed the enemy, he ended up being seriously injured and dying.

The stone in Wu Jiu's heart finally fell to the ground after he killed the alien immortal in the Taixu realm, and the thorn in Hong Xuanji's heart was also removed.

Several True Immortal alchemists were summoned, especially an alchemist at the Star Lord level, who was ordered by Hong Xuanji to take care of Wu Jiu's injuries.

They were amazed in their hearts. Wasn't Wu Jiu, the legendary master of the ninth meridian, already at the peak of the Great Void Realm? How could he be so badly injured?

"I have refined quite a few medicines for injuries in the past. I hope they will be useful." said the alchemist at the Star Lord level.

Although they are also true immortals, they are at a different realm from Wu Jiu. They are not sure if they can save the seriously injured and dying Wu Jiu.

Hong Xuanji was not too worried and said, "It is enough to keep the injury from getting worse. Wu Jiu's vitality is so strong and his self-healing ability is unimaginable. As long as he doesn't die, he will recover quickly."

Why did Lao Jiu call himself "the sleepless Taoist"? Because he was born with full of energy, never tired since childhood, and never sleep for hundreds of years.

His vitality and recovery ability are like a talent, which is why his cultivation speed is much faster than others.

Holding the alien head in his hand, Hong Xuanji carried Yue Yiyi to a grave where the weeds were a foot high.

Yue Yiyi covered her eyes. The bloody head frightened her so much that her face turned pale. But when she arrived at the grave, she found that there were four other alien heads here.

The tombstone is engraved with: Tomb of Yue Yiyi.

"Master, Yiyi is scared." The little girl's voice trembled.

Hong Xuanji placed the head of the alien with eyes wide open, dying unwillingly, in front of the grave, touched Yue Yiyi's head and said, "Master is here, don't be afraid. These aliens are already dead, they won't suddenly jump up to scare you."

The little girl had never seen such a scene before, and she shrank into her master's arms in fear. Hong Xuanji waved his hand and covered the five heads of the Taixu True Immortals with cloth.

Yue Yiyi, who could no longer see the head, finally calmed down a lot.

"Master, why did you bring Yiyi here?" Yue Yiyi asked. She didn't like it here.

Hong Xuanji sighed: "Master brought you here to pay tribute to your senior sister. These five alien races are the culprits. Now that they have all been captured, it can be considered revenge for your senior sister."

"Did they kill my senior sister? They are such bad guys! Damn them!" Yue Yiyi shouted in a tender voice, very angry.

"Yes, they deserve to die." Hong Xuanji said, "Five years ago, Xiao Qi was surrounded and killed by these five people in a star field. He died on the spot. Not even his body was left. This place is just a cenotaph."

His Xiaoqi is only over a hundred years old, but he is already in the middle and late stages of the Grand Void Realm. He is definitely the best among the second generation disciples! It is only a matter of time before he catches up with the first generation disciples.

Such a talented and beautiful girl, but she was feared by the aliens and her future was ended by an attack.

Four True Immortals in the late Taixu stage and one True Immortal at the peak of Taixu stage. Five of them took action just for a woman. The ending can be imagined. When he arrived, his beloved disciple had already died.

These five alien races came from Hell, the Evolutionary World, the Wizard World, the Abyss, and that interstellar civilization. Four of them were killed by Hong Xuanji, and the remaining one was hunted by Wu Jiu for five years.

Wu Jiu did this because he also had responsibilities.

So he always felt that his senior brother blamed him, and he was resentful about it. He spent a lot of effort to find the abyss powerhouse at the peak of Taixu, and killed him after a hard battle.

It was not until today that he returned to Xianwu Mountain.

Yiyi thought for a moment and asked, "Senior sister is the seventh and Yiyi is the tenth. She is much older than Yiyi."

But she didn't know that Xianwu Mountain had a tradition of accepting disciples since Wuxian, and that was to only accept nine people, with nine being the maximum.

There is a saying in the world that when the water is full, it will overflow, so there is no need to force perfection, as it is impossible to achieve it.

Tianjian Mountain and Xianwu Mountain are completely different. The sword cultivators who are very aggressive don't believe in these things at all. They believe that one sword can break all methods. The more perfect the sword method is, the better. Perfection is what they should pursue, so they usually accept up to ten disciples.

"You are the master's tenth disciple and the last one, so you must live well and don't let the master die young." Hong Xuanji pinched Yue Yiyi's little nose.

"No." Yiyi said loudly.

He said, "Yiyi, your master is the number one disciple of Xianwu Mountain. People in the world respect me as a martial god, which is considered an achievement. But your seventh sister is very competitive and always likes to compete for the first place. She has this talent, and her cultivation has always been superior to the second generation disciples.

Early on, she was given the title of Little Martial Goddess, but it was this title that brought her fatal disaster. She was too competitive, did not know how to hide her weaknesses, and was too aggressive, which made the other races wary of her.

What's the point of arguing for first place? It's meaningless."

"Yeah, Yiyi won't compete for first place, second place is also good." Yue Yiyi said seriously.

Hong Xuanji smiled and said, "First of all, it's enough for us to know about this kind of thing. We must learn to hide our weaknesses and conceal our strengths, so that we can catch the enemy by surprise.

You must remember this principle, so that you can live longer, at least strive to live longer than your master."

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Wu Jiu's return caused quite a stir, and countless people wanted to come over. Wang Xuan and Chen Qingniu were equally curious, but they were all scolded by their commander and stayed back on their own hill.

"Don't ask, don't listen, don't pry into the affairs of your elders, otherwise you will suffer the consequences!" He Fang taught.

Seeing his uncle-master nicknamed "The Sleepless Taoist" coming back, as well as the alien head in the Taixu realm, he couldn't help but be amazed and also breathed a sigh of relief.

It had been four or five years since the Taoist Master Bumian left Xianwu Mountain. He had been chasing this alien for countless light years in the sea of ​​stars, and finally killed it.

The eldest senior brother was very concerned about the return of Grand Master Wu Jiu, and worried about his injuries, so he hurriedly left Zhutian Peak to inquire about the news.

Wang Xuan was curious: "Didn't Master forbid us to ask?"

Chen Qingniu glanced at him and chuckled, "Fool, the eldest senior brother's surname is Wu, and he is the grandson of the ninth great uncle, and a direct descendant."

"I see." Wang Xuan suddenly realized, and wondered about the origin of the word "Wu". He asked, "What is the relationship between this word "Wu" and the "Wu" in our master's name, "Wuxian"?"

“The Ninth Grandmaster Uncle of the Ninth Vein was an abandoned baby picked up by our Grandmaster and raised by his own hands. With our Grandmaster as his master and father, it’s not surprising that the Ninth Grandmaster Uncle’s last name is Wu.

The strange thing is that our master’s surname is not Wu, but people call him Wuxian. No one knows his real name, and we cannot ask him. "

Chen Qingniu knew a lot of information. He had been in Xianwu Mountain much earlier than Wang Xuan, but he didn't know the names of his elders, so he couldn't ask.

The names of elders should not be pronounced by the younger generations, otherwise it would be disrespectful.

In fact, many grandchildren, especially those who live with their parents, do not know the names of their grandparents even after living for twenty or thirty years.

Wu Jiu's return caused turmoil in Xianwu Mountain, especially the peak of the ninth meridian, where many disciples could not practice in peace.

This uneasiness was finally swept away when Wu Jiu woke up ten days later, and Xianwu Mountain returned to tranquility.

During this period of time, Wang Xuan continued to make pills, and his level of alchemy improved rapidly. He could digest a pill recipe he got from Senior Feng Daozi almost every day.

Before anyone noticed, he had already become a third-grade spiritual-level alchemist, not too far from becoming an earth-level alchemy master.

"It takes longer to refine spiritual elixirs from grade nine to grade one, and it is also more difficult to obtain super-grade elixirs." Wang Xuan grew up quietly in Xianwu Mountain.

Xianqiongfang's business was booming, but just a few days ago, he suddenly closed Xianqiongfang and temporarily stopped selling elixirs.

Because in just one month, he had earned a large amount of source power, and as he collected the remnants of Tianbao, their number decreased sharply.

Of course, it is impossible to plunder a place like Xianwu Mountain in a short period of time, but the people who buy the pills have also learned to be smart and secretly accumulate the remaining Tianbao products and only take action when needed.

On weekdays, if you can use star coins to purchase things, try not to use leftover Tianbao items.

Wang Xuan was unhappy with this practice, so he closed the shop and stopped selling any pills.

What does he need so much money for? More money means nothing to him!

He is not short of money!

He just wants source power!
Since there are no remnants of Tianbao containing source power, why is Xianqiongfang open? No more!
Wang Xuan's willfulness made those who were seeking to buy top-grade elixirs anxious, as restless as ants on a hot pan.

(End of this chapter)